Adult Writers Den

Chris and I are good friends. I have not seen her for two years. Chris is 42 years old. She lives in New York. She works as a political journalist in major network. I'm 5"7[…]

My boss and a few co-workers were going to a sports bar. We had just worked a long day and got out late, my boss offered to buy us a round if we all went.[…]

Chelsea closed the door to her room. The smile on her face and the twinkle in her eye showed her excitement. She could not believe that Jason Brown, a senior, captain of the football team,[…]

Read the first chapter before this one thanks for reading 🙂 I slept peacefully that night and woke early in the morning. I got dressed ate some food went to the bathroom brushed my teeth[…]

My neighbour is a peeper and his name is Tom. Yes I know very cliché but his name really is Tom. Now I’ve been shy about my body, its curvaceous and yes I’m a bit[…]

50 Shades of Beech Mountain –Chap 20 As I have stated earlier–BDSM is not for everyone. You may want to skip these “Shades of Beech Mountain" chapters entirely or may choose to read just out[…]

Her body was lithe and deadly, tight in all the right places and long. She gave the definite appearance of a cat as she walked into the room, the grace of her steps, the power[…]

Fbailey story number 707 The Glass Tables My mother fixed me up with a weekend job. It was to keep me off the streets as much as it was to provide me with spending money.[…]

It is time go meet John for dinner. We'd talked about this for months and the time is here at last. We'd agreed to meet in public, at a restaurant about twenty miles from where[…]

In our last chapter, we had designed a plan to create a magical Keep, one capable of shrinking down to size of a dollhouse, using the enchanted keep to return our people. Beforehand we were[…]

I've been mostly a plain Jane for as long as I can remember. Not really a tomboy and certainly a late bloomer when it came to filling out through my teen years. I had tried[…]

Earning a little extra – Part 2 I stayed laying on the sofa while Steve went to make the tea. I reached behind me to touch my asshole, and felt some of Steve’s spunk leaking[…]

Michael was in his mid 40s. He was amazed and relieved to be in his new country and his new community in a place that somewhat reminded him of his homeland Germany. Now he was[…]

Note:Based on fiction only. This is a dark fantasy of mine. This story involves graphic rape and should not be viewed by anyone offended by such material. A large crowd of older boys stood around[…]

It was 1984 and I was covering a one-day music festival on the banks of the Mississippi River. It started at noon with bands playing Rock, Blues, Country, and even so Cajon. They had a[…]

I grew up in a very small town and was sheltered from pretty much the whole outside world. Every morning I would wake up, my mother would put me through about 5 hours of home[…]