Adult Writers Den

PLAYTIME – CHAP VIII – LET’S GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT BETWEEN US… The marrieds realize they both get off using “dirty words”. “ People treat others so mean by calling them an asshole, or a dick,[…]

My name is Andy and my eighteenth birthday is tomorrow. I’m glad tomorrow is Saturday so that I don’t have to attend school and mom will be home. She usually comes home from work to[…]

¿It is really you….. mother? By Fermpera This story is almost fiction, and any resemblance to events, places, persons living or dead, is not coincidence. The characters are real with fictitious names and the events[…]

It’s the thought that counts Prologue This story is a, stand alone, short story. It has no sex, no violence. It is in direct contrast to the thousands of , “Loving Wives” stories I see,[…]

Once, very long ago, before mankind had banished dragons and fairies and all sort of beautiful and terrible creatures to the pages of children's books, one such dragon terrorized a small village in a remote[…]

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[…]

MUM…. WHERE ARE YOU?” Charles screams at the top of his lungs as he runs through the hallway of the local hospital, he passes patients and nurses alike, all he wants to know is where[…]

I had just sat down to a plate of food when she walked into the community BBQ. The right amount of thickness in all the right places filled out the little black dress she was[…]

Dear Abby: I have been engaged for almost a year. I am to be married next month. My fiancee's mother is not only very attractive but really great and understanding. She is putting the entire[…]

Paris to the Hilt Paris walked in one hip at a time, cell phone tight to one ear. She gave the room the once over, sweeping her gaze past him and deposited her tiny white[…]

Yellow sunlight seeped through the thin curtains as Miriam Hargreaves sat at the antique vanity table in the corner of the grand bedroom, delicately applying her make-up. Wrapped in a fluffy bath robe and with[…]

As Candace lay there her hand stroking my now flaccid cock I felt a pang of guilt. That however was abated as she whispered in my ear “I liked doing that, Daddy, I’m just sorry[…]

Yes this is a true story. Please excuse me if the spelling sucks or the grammar is off. I encourage you NOT to read this story if you are a racist or into love stories[…]

I didn’t often talk about my life, because I knew people often had problems believing certain details even though I had been on several TV series which were often shown in reruns. It was true[…]

Riding one of elevators up to our room in Vegas…. We are on a high floor and the elevator is full with 15 other guests. Almost every floor on the elevator buttons seemed to be[…]

THE MAN WHO HAS A SPARE This is a sequel of sorts to "Buying a Teenage Girl" by Angel. The author brought the story to a reasonable ending, but I was intrigued by some unexplored[…]