The Island, Chapter 13_(0)

Author’s Note, Part 2: Apologies in advance, but this was inevitable. The story demanded it. Hold off on the angry comments until the next chapter comes out. Chapter 13 I arrived at the beach just after the sun had gone down. Most people had eaten already, and I scraped together a tray of food (we … Read more

Eddies Fun Time PT 2

After playing football for about an hour Eddie and I went inside to get something to eat. I cooked us some spaghetti and we had a “Lady and the Tramp” moment as we both grabbed the same piece of spaghetti and sucked it down until our lips met. Eddie then slid his little boy tongue … Read more

Thank God for Science

Gotta love science Graduating from UC Berley in 1982 with a Doctorate in Chemistry and molecular science with a job recruitment offer from a research and development company specializing in human behavioral science. My first assingnment was research in the neurological studies of sexual behaviors, DNA and nerve studies. It was found that the DNA … Read more

The Rest Stop: Part 2

Alyssa’s stats were already explained in part 1 and her clothes are explained for this story in the story. Allison is 42, 5″6 155 lbs, 34A cup breasts and a nice big round ass. Wearing a button up red flannel with a white tank top underneath, blue jeans and black sandals. The Rest Stop: Part … Read more

Broken Birds, Part 13, Beloved

Part 13 Beloved Michael watched the effect of Alice’s words. His women moved as if in a synchronized ballet. Shoshana and Rafaela, who had never been in a “Harem Night” were fascinated. Beth who had been at the foot of the bed, waved Shoshana over. “Shosh, I think you may like this position. I’ll join … Read more

Camping with Rachel and Meghan (Cont’d from A New Town and a New Girl)

The air is crisp. The smell of mildew, flowers and fresh grass comes up my nose, igniting a wonderful sense of relaxation. I feel a slight tickle on my chest – a small buzz, scratching gently. I open my eyes laying next to me is the most beautiful person in the world. Rachel is asleep, … Read more

Missy: Day Eight

Day 8 I woke up in my own bed the next morning, my mouth dry and thirsty. I stretched and went into the bathroom for my morning pee. As I wiped myself I winced, my pussy was sore and hurting from the all day fuckathon Daddy had treated me to. Did Mommy really love fucking … Read more

Double the Trouble

Double the Trouble An original story by Starrynight Enjoy: David and the girls waved at their mother until she turned around to face the airport personnel and shortly after disappeared behind the gates and scanners of the security check. They waited there for another minute, hoping to catch a last glimpse of Jennifer before turning … Read more

What a Deal! Chapter 11

From the last story I looked at the clock. It was now 3am. “Okay, let’s shut this place down.” We closed up the house and all traipsed upstairs. I think we were all asleep within 10 minutes of climbing into bed. Recurring Cast Dennis, 41 years old, 5′ 11″, 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, … Read more

Remember Me? – Part 2

This story continues directly on from my previous story, “Remember Me?” In the morning, I woke up from a deep sleep, where I had been dreaming, with crystal clarity and amazing detail, about my high school days. I was lying on my right side, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at … Read more

The Upper Floor_(1)

The Upper Floof I was minding my own business in my club, on the upper floor you understand, the one reserved for gentlemen. I was relaxing after dinner, reading the evening newspaper. Whiling away the time until supper, It was the year the Titanic sank, 1912. Leather chairs and oak panels, the smell of tobacco … Read more

I found my sister stripping Ch 7 (really)

Let me start by saying that there is a LOT more story in this chapter, and a bit less sex. For those after only the sex, I’m sorry, but I hope you like the 3-4 page sex scene that is in here. Also, there is no actual incest in this chapter, but it is referenced, … Read more

Last Rites

The following story, while fictitious, is dedicated to a man that encouraged me to search inside myself for my feelings, to put those feelings into words, and to try to paint a picture with those words. I owe him for all he taught me, for all he encouraged me to attempt, for finding a part … Read more