Fiction

Once our families got used to the idea that Alicia and I were fucking at every opportunity that we got, and Alicia was safely on the pill, we settled into a comfortable routine. Alicia ate with my family and slept in my bed every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights. Fortunately my parents bought me the biggest bed that would fit into my small bedroom. On Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights I was with Alicia's family and in her bed. She also had a bigger bed now, thanks to her mother and father. My mum and Alicia's mum both insisted that we...

It’s In The Blood I am great grandfather, grandfather and father in one line of descendants. You have heard the song “I’m My Own Grandpa?” My theme song ought to be something about, “I’m my own worst enemy.” I’m an old man now and look back on the genetic shit storm I’ve created and wonder why my daughters, grand daughters and great grand daughters let me live without at least castrating me. The last time I got charged with a sex crime, statutory rape I was seventy-two years old. That was three years ago and I shall never be able to...

This is my first story – I’ve read a few but its a bit different writing them, so feedback would be good. Particularly about how much introduction people like. I like a bit to set the scene, but no so much that it takes ages, I’m not sure if I got it right or not. My name is Matt, I’m 22 years old and studying at university in Adelaide. I have a girlfriend called Kate, she is a short blonde 20 year old who is great in the sack, but unfortunately she likes me more than I like her. Kate has...

Katie walked down the dark streets of the rows and rows of townhouses, smiling to herself as she did. The wind blew gently in the night, lightly playing with her long blond hair. The music and noise from the party she just left died away in the dark and cold night as she made her way back to her car a few streets away in the Car Lot. There’s no sound except for the gentle whispers of the wind in the night air. Katie stopped at her car, putting her purse on the hood to fumble for her keys buried in...

My name is April Dawson and I'm 17. I wouldn't call myself popular but I get by. I'm certainly not at the bottom of the totem pole. Most guys find me attractive but soon discover I'm also a bit strange. My strange collections such as memento mori photographs tend to turn guys off. So yes, guys love to stare at my 36d breasts and admire my ass but that is about as far as it goes. Needless to say, I am a bit sexually frustrated. My vibrator can only do so much! It's been 2 years since I've had sex and...

Lisa bought her ticket for the Festival of Lust the day they went of sale, some eight months ago. It was going to be her reward to work towards during her final year at university. Four years of hard work and less than two weeks ago she submitted her last assignment. Now it was time for real life to begin. ‘But let’s have some fun first’ she told herself as she got off the bus at the festival gates. She had friends that were going to come with her this weekend, and they had agreed this would be their final hurrah...

Sandra after University by Vanessa Evans Sandra has earned enough money to take a year out. Author’s Note This story is a continuation of my story ‘Sandra is Different’. Although this story could stand independently it will make more sense if you read ‘Sandra is Different’ first. V Introduction After 3 amazing years at university where I made a shed load of money letting men spank me, letting men fuck me whilst I was unconscious and demonstrating fucking machines at erotic equipment conventions, I decided that I needed to take a year out to make the most of my addictions that...

Chapter 3 The next morning left her and I both a little hung over. We polished off that bottle of UV the night before and we felt it in the morning. I got up before my little sexy vixen, who was wearing nothing but that red nighty. I left the hotel and grabbed some Starbucks for breakfast. When I returned I woke her with my entry. She looked amazing with her sleepy little innocent face. But she was far from innocent, and last night can prove that. "Good morning" she says in a sleepy groggy voice with a smile shining on...

The publishing rules say that everyone in these stories has to be at least 16 so even though the story is totally fiction, everyone in it is at least 16. Enjoy. ___________________________________________________________ As I sat out at one of the picnic tables behind our office, having lunch with my friend Steve, we talked about our families. I had known him for many years and trusted him completely, so I told him about something very private that happened a couple days before. "I went home Tuesday in the middle of the afternoon to get some papers that I needed. As I passed...

Liz Beck “Liz Beck,” I exclaimed when I saw here. She came around from behind the counter and gave me a big hug. “How have you been?” she asked. “Not bad and how about you?” “OK, just working.” Let me give a little history here. Liz Beck had worked for Dr. Parson for as long as I know. I have been a patient of his for probably 15 years. Liz is mid forties, is a single lady who is sort of plain but has a pleasing body. Her breasts are big and her butt just the right size. She has aged...