My wife and I are both writers. I write Mystery, Horror and Scifi, while she writes Urban Fantasy and Romance. A few years ago we went to a writing conference in Memphis, Tennessee.
We arrived mid afternoon and picked up our membership lanyards. There was a schedule posted by the registration table, as well as a bulletin board with various notes pinned up. This was at a Holiday Inn, and the halls were lined with tables....

The first time I did "it" was after my graduation dance. Normally, I would never have attended such an event, as crowds make me nervous. But on that evening, I decided to make an exception as it would be my last chance to be with friends and classmates.
Then, even before the evening really started, I committed a social faux pas as I arrived far too early. So I waited outside the doors for the graduation committee to finish before grabbing a Dixie cup and a table on the edge of the room....

"By the Goddess, you're a natural-born whore, aren't you?"
I shifted in my bed, the open laptop propped against my legs, and got a better grip on my half-hard cock as I watched the porno playing in front of me. My classwork was gathered around me, textbooks and loose sheets of notes forgotten almost as soon as I'd finished with them. I chuckled inwardly as my movement made some of the papers slide from their neat pile; I might have turned into a half-nymphomaniacal bombshell with an over-nine-inch dick a...

The story becomes a bit more serious and emotional.
It was a Wednesday evening and I decided to swing by the bar for a drink after work. When I walked in, John was sitting at the counter. He looked up and waved at me. I walked over and took the seat next to him. The bartender looked at me and asked if I wanted my usual. I nodded....

This story is more public than before, and involves demons other than River. Previous parts aren't required reading, but each is different and they add a LOT of context. Enjoy!
I strode through the doors of the Brookridge Aquarium with a spring in my step. It was 11am on a Thursday, and Helen had done me the favor of taking the early shift. I had taken a long shower and eaten a glorious breakfast sandwich, so the day was off to a good start. My two coworkers were going to make it even better....

I first met Dean abroad, at an all-inclusive holiday resort in Spain, when the two of us were 21. I had gone with my parents as they'd offered to pay for me, and there was no way I'd be turning down a free two weeks of sun and booze. I mostly stayed out of my parents way and tried to make my own fun, and that's how I first stumbled upon him....

A few weeks later, I woke up on my 26th birthday. I realized I was alone in bed. My boss had given me the morning off, so it was past ten by that point. Cameron and James had already left for work. My morning erection tugged at the silky sheets as I rolled onto my back.
My two hung lovers had abstained from entering my ass for the past couple of days. They said it was because they were saving my hole for "something special." They refused to give me any more details than that....

My girlfriend, Amy, and I had headed out into the mountains for a picnic. It was a glorious day, sunny and warm without being hot. The meadows were green and welcoming as we spread out blanket out on the ground. The little meadow was about 20 yards from a patch of woods with a winding trail running through it....

This story picks up right after the first chapter. All the characters older than 18. This story is a little more front loaded with the sex, with character stuff in the back end (no pun intended). I intend to add at least 1 more chapter
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I woke up slowly and slightly disoriented. I had not had too much to drink the night before, I was nowhere near wasted, so I wasn't hung over, but I was a tad disoriented. My mind for some reason took note of the diff...

How does one bid farewell to a life? No, not death precisely, for to a wizard years are but soft abstractions. The life I had lived for the years since I had returned from exile, a life mostly of comfort, would no longer be mine. When I returned to it, if ever I did, the world around me would be changed. The children I had now would be grown, even perhaps gone. I could not bid farewell to it without a final journey, and a few reunions....

My American born Filipino girlfriend Lisa and I had a very rich, wild fantasy life which added so much to our bedroom fun. I was 24 and she was 28/29 And we discovered that she had a very strong bisexual side and fantasized often about her getting together with a girl.
One night we went out to a club in West Hollywood And this hot blonde girl made serious eye contact, but unfortunately That girl was with her friend/girlfriend so a pick-up never took place. But Lisa was so turned on by the event that sex ...

"Mount up, girlie," Blue said, patting the seat behind her. "Let's go get you something proper to wear."
Blue was an attractive woman, despite being old enough to be Randy's mother and more muscular than he liked women to be. Taller and more muscular than himself, and Randy was a star athlete back home, used to being admired. Even her cock dwarfed Randy's own. Everything about her made him feel diminished as a man....

Yes, it's a cuckold story, and depending upon the comments, it may continue.
We learn from our mistakes.
Daniel sat at the breakfast table with a bottle of JD and a full glass over ice. Daniel wasn't a big drinker. But he needs a drink this evening. Daniel sat at the table he built with the leftover wood from the renovation....

Friday nights for cutie pie Susan typically meant a dinner date with Tom, maybe a movie or mini golf afterwards, lots of drinking and mediocre, objective-based sex. Tonight, though, since Sue had been dumped by Tom weeks before, she instead spent her evening crying into her pillow watching old comforting sitcoms....

My mother had a good friend named Karen, who came over to our house often, always with a bottle of wine to drink, as my mom didn't partake. At the time of this story, I was 18 years old and fortunate to be a 6'3" 235-pound athlete who some described as being "easy on the eyes".
Karen, who I found quite sexy, was in her early 40's and would often be a bit flirty with me, especially when her wine bottle was close to being empty. Her comments about "not having guys like me in school when she was my age" or ...

"Hey! Yeah you. The one reading this. You are a Leviathan. Don't go forgetting that. Thanks to Lilith. We have a vessel on earth. Some poor soul got flogged our journal and now we control him. So here's the deal. He writes questions for us that he needs answers to. We supply the answers. Which may be useful. Or they may be designed to screw with him. Pretty sweet no? Kick back and have fun influencing this guy. It's the best entertainment we've had in millennia. Look for the questions highlighted by this se...

Appreciate the love and feedback I got on the first story. First time writing something like this, so wasn't sure what to expect. Don't be afraid to message me some feedback!
I'll try and do a better job proofreading the story! I thought when I posted someone would proofread it before it got published!! That is obviously not the case! I'll do better :)....

Saturday
All you read here is true and accurate. Only our names have changed to hide any identity.
We both woke early that morning. I woke with my usual stiff cock and Sharon snuggled towards me, her left leg over my thigh. "Morning." She said with a kiss. "And what are you going to do with that?"...

Slapped Upside the Head, part 3
For her third back surgery in 12 months, the wife has done just fine. I guess any eight inch, five vertebrae cut with insertion of rods and cage is bound to hurt, and it does, but she's a trooper. Anyway, we're home as of August 1, so I'm posting this. Four might be coming quickly or slowly, but hopefully not as slowly as part 3. Thanks for the thoughts and prayers for her, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter....

When we joined the nudist club SOL FIELDS, we realized there were a great many things we'd never done. We had never been to a naked city, like they had in France. We had never lived where everyone was nude every day. We had never been around people who treated sex like a form of recreation, and we never spend most of every day naked....

Wife Into a Slut
Chapter Four
I guess everybody was a bit worn out and fell asleep,  and when I woke up, I went out to fix me some coffee,  A few minutes later, Judy came out in her bathrobe, then she grabbed a cup and sat down. "Last night was a bit wild and fun, so thanks for letting that happen," she said and then sipped her coffee.  ...

STEELE'S CASE OF THE UN MURDER

It took Sam a couple of weeks to recover from Blake's trip to Miami. The gun play around her blind husband with her being pregnant pissed her off to no end. Blake had to promise to stay around the office and let their trained investigators do the leg work from then on. He knew she was upset and wanted her to be calm and ready to have their first child in a couple of months. Imana was a great help. She stayed with Sam and learned what she would need to know....

They were taking way too long.
That was Lia's first thought as she sat anxiously in her lover's seat aboard the bridge of the Briar. It was taking Seraph and the others entirely too long to assume control of the ship and open up a channel of communication. They'd been down there for almost three hours now with still no word from the Pirate Captain. And the longer this went on, the more Lia could feel a hideous knot wrenching in her gut....

All characters are 18+. This story involves a charged situation with a mother and daughter, but there is no explicit incest/taboo content. Some gray area stuff, but nothing too salacious. Still, I put the disclaimer up here in case you'd rather not. It's been a while since I've published and this is a little different from my usual fare - please let me know what you think!...

Dedicated to my dear friend "Richard" and morning coffee chats.
Requested In Private Feedback. A Love Affair With Art: Chapter One
These art events can get really busy with a substantial crowd milling around. People use these gatherings to do some networking, check out artists, or just want to get out of the house and wander. In my case, I'm the latter....

All characters are at least eighteen years of age. All sexually active characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age.
An hour after I finished my shower the doorbell rang. I took one last look in the mirror and went to the door. Steve was standing there with a big sexy smile.
"Hey there... care to come in for a minute... or ten," I asked?...

Sister Tara sits in the dead Sky Chicken, in a part of Grand Rapids she normally avoided, even in daylight. The foreign neighborhood has an orange-yellow hue as dusk falls. The Grand River drones a constant sound, telling Sister Tara a new opinion.
The car is cramped and smells like burn oil, Tara collects herself. She reaches over the clutter of packed boxes and pulls out her wimple, which is jammed between a stack of hymnals and a duffel bag. The starched white fabric is wrinkled, creased, and basicall...

Chapter 6
Cassidy hung the 'Out To Lunch' sign in the shop window and hurried back to the check-out counter to lock things up. She worked in a robot-like trance, moving by memory to lock the cash drawer in the safe below the counter. Next, turn the lights off. Finally, head to the back office to make sure the cameras were recording. It was a check-list she'd organized years ago when she first opened the shop, as well as printed out and posted for the few employees she had to go over every day. Of course,...

Fitz redone alternative ending
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This is a story of loss that is set in the late 1990s.
It was an unusually warm night in late September. My skin had started to turn that ghostly pale white, which shines forth from most white people in Seattle. I used to say Caucasian, but since Perestroika and the fall of the Soviet state I've met Russians who excla...

It took Nasuko many months to conform to the customs of the village she crash landed into, but once she did, she threw herself into the lifestyle with all her heart. The village chief, Olik, proved to be a great asset to Nasuko, and an even better friend. Without hesitation he took her under his wing, teaching her the history and traditions of the village and its inhabitants, so that slowly but surely she grew increasingly comfortable with things like bathing among the others, dancing at the many feasts, an...