The Fucking Dead

"He is out of time as the Zombie horde approaches."

Brock returned to the bunker, winded. “I got more ammo for the AR,” he hollered.“Good,” Brittany shouted back. “Load me up some magazines! This hunting rifle is overkill.”He loaded as fast as he could, but couldn’t keep his mind on...

An amazing night (and morning) in the hotel with my mistress Lesa – Chapter One

"Lesa and I both needed sex and found each other for a night and morning we'll never forget"

Lesa and I were after the same thing. We both were mature, already in our early sixties, but that didn't mean we had stopped WANTING to have passionate sex. The problem was that neither of our spouses seemed the slightest...

Off Trail Intimacy

"Nice diversion"

A deep azure sky accompanied by a light cool breeze is the recipe for a nice summer day. Temperatures were in the 80's with no trace of humidity.  Sloane had dropped by my home to say good morning. She was...

The Warehouse

"A man serves as the plaything for a group of kinky women"

I lay on my back, naked, staring up at the shaved pussy of the woman squatting over me, another woman helping her masturbate. Strictly instructed not to touch, I wait passively as the rubbing on her clit becomes more and...

Helen and Son 2

""Do it, mom. Give those guy's a treat," Ricky said."

Ricky's cock popped out of Helen as she lifted herself off him and flopped into the passenger seat. He looked around the parking lot to see if anyone might have seen them. There was just one couple, and they were...

Sometimes Monsters Come In Small Packages

"I am challenged to prove, once and for all, that monsters do exist."

My name is Dr. Reginald  Alexander Ghurtholtz. I am a monsterologist, teaching monsterology at the world-famous Graveyard University. For those of you who don't know, monsterology is the study of monsters. Yes, they do exist. Of course, my so-called scientific...

Taking It Slow

"Amy and I get together for an extended session after our park encounter."

The phone rang and Caller ID showed it was the local woo-woo shop.  That was odd since I hadn’t been in there for several years, but I answered out of curiosity.  “Is this Steve?” an almost familiar voice asked. “Uh, yes,”...