Adult Writers Den

Chapter 1 My name is Tommy, It’s Saturday morning, and I wake up to the smell of my mom cooking breakfast downstairs. I get out of my bed, and head to the shower and jump[…]

Click… Click… Click… Damn clock. I realized I was awake by that sound seemingly getting louder with every second. I seemed to be in a heavy fog, everything was grey, my movements sluggish. This isn’t[…]

Where to begin? Well, just so you understand me, there is a sort of nervous side to my personality, and sometimes it shows up in my writing. I read my own stuff, and it can[…]

Naomi an 18 year old girl from down the street was babysitting for us every other tuesday. The last months or so she had developped into that phase between girl and woman. The looks almost[…]

This story has been written from what I have been told to me by a very close (and intimate) friend- it was her first experience and I have used her story and written it in[…]

Please, indulge in my visuals. If it turns out that my words suit your palette, then do leave a comment; letting me know if I should continue, this sordid little fantasy. _ _ _ He[…]

The headlights of Kristina’s car cast strange shadows on the walls of the library as she shut the engine off. Once again, she would spend another evening at the computers; another evening of combating the[…]

I kissed her face from above, kissing it all over as her body squirmed in front of me. My hands wandered down her face and neck until they reached her nipples, still kissing her my[…]

This is the second of the Key Story series, let me know how you like it or dont like it… Jasmine is a lovely friend of mine and wrens. She often partakes of the games[…]

The next morning we lazed around and had breakfast on the deck overlooking the lake. Carol had on a silky pajama top and no bottom. She had just shaved her pubes and put some protective[…]

If you are under 18 years of age or are offended by Dominance, Mastering, Punishment, Control, Non-Consensual intercourse (Rape) please do not read below. This is my first attempt at Dom/Sub, Master/Slave, Bondage, Punishment writings.[…]

Q. What’s better than a rose on your piano? A. Tulips on your organ. story by: Crude Guy

May 2004 it was the summer of 2004 and the time of vacations, when we all cousins who lived out of my hometown used to return to our grandpa’s home in Lucknow and w all[…]

Janice was running late, again…..she hurried across the room and cursed the alarm that had failed to go off. As she glanced at the clock, she realized she was going to be late for her[…]

My aunt Barbara was married to my dad's brother Pat. Pat was about 10 years older than her and one mean son-of-a-bitch. I was in high school and on the golf team. I couldn't afford[…]

Have you ever been surfing the world wide web and got to a site and get a bunch of pop ups, well if you’re like me you get out of there fast and run all[…]