Adult Writers Den

She smiled and closed the door behind her. I started my lunch and opened the notebook. It was heavy and had many sections. I'll highlight the most interesting sections here. "Uniform: You will have 5[…]

This is a fictional story of the humiliation and sexual exploitation of a middle aged lady by a man. Her deepest desire is to become a sex slave but she gets more than she bargains[…]

Chapter 3: Martin I met Martin by his locker Monday morning. Apparently he hadn't been expecting me. He closed his locker door and there I was, standing and smiling on the other side. He nearly[…]

It was a gorgeous early evening in the Mid-Atlantic on a late spring day in 1957. The summer solstice was three and a half weeks away with the temperature in the upper seventies. The sky[…]

It was a warm sunny day outside, simply a perfect time to relax. Or so Priscila Jones had thought. She wasn't young anymore, not certainly, but she wasn't old either – she was in her[…]

My daughter, nine year old Roseanne (Rosie), and I walked through the city park one summer late morning, enjoying the freshness in the air, the smells of the various flowers and trees, and the bushes[…]

I looked down at sally as she cleaned my cock with her tongue, she was completely broken and mine do with, as I liked. As she finished she looked up at me expectantly, awaiting her[…]

I go to the campsite we have agreed on and begin setting up camp. The place we have chosen is far off the beaten track where we will not be disturbed. The dense grove of[…]

Meet Richard, a hardworking man just trying to start his life. A middle class man, standing about 5’10” tall. A man not much on exercise, but not a slob. Dresses in nice suits to make[…]

I Knew She Was a Bitch The year was 1970; three boys were at the drive-in theater when one meets up with an old acquaintance. He knows she was a bitch but didn’t think she[…]

All my life, my mother has been a very strikingly, beautiful woman. At forty five years of age she still doesn’t look a day over thirty five. For over eighteen years, my mother has been[…]

A Good Kind of Trouble I was driving north on Interstate 35 as fast as the governor on the blue Mack would let me, the 8 inch dual open exhaust pipes snarling with the Cummins[…]

“Brian, I know I don’t have to, that’s why I want to. Come on.”, she The next time I woke up, the room was bright and sunny. I looked over at the clock, it was[…]

/> Part III Theatre Orgy / The Michael Situation In Erica's neighborhood there was a place that could only be described as notorious. A small building located down a narrow alley behind a strip joint[…]

When Spring finally arrived and things got busy again with the team, coach Mark Evans found the usual routine of working with his group of high school girls was not quite as routine as it[…]

"You realize, of course, that you're next." I rolled over onto my side and looked at Chris, who was grinning smugly at me. "Now you sound like Aunt Gwen, and let me tell you, that's[…]