"Thank you for the ride. Not many women would pick up a hitchhiker--especially a woman your age." Danielle made a face at the comment. She wasn't young. At 37 years old, she thought she was getting old, in fact. She did look good for her age. She had large breasts, a relatively trim waist considering she was a mother of three teenage boys, thick thighs, and a bubble butt she worked on three times a week when she made it t...

You sit at the breakfast table, awkwardly tapping your fingers as Lilith glares at you in the seat opposite yours. Her one red eye stares at the countless bruises left over from your first meeting with Eari the previous day. You stare in kind at the conspicuous sling that one of her arms is in. Simultaneously, you both turn your gazes over to the house's front hallway, where a number of contractors are busy repairing the...

The pumpkin latte was atrocious but Walter always came back for more. Judith was to blame, a cute barista whose auburn hair and sunlit freckles made every man in the neighborhood salivate. Everyone was eager to try their luck, but she just led them on with smiles and winks.... until Halloween Eve. That day, the coffee shop opened early, and dozens of horny males poured in. Once inside, they stood to attention, whipped out...

After months on deployment, I was grateful to come home to my wife in a skimpy She-Devil costume, a jack-o-lantern glimmering in the window of the dark living room. In the pumpkin's flickering candlelight, I squinted to bring her into focus to see that her breasts were inexplicably larger, and her ass shapelier than before. As she beckoned to me from the bedroom, my cock painfully strained against my uniform seeing everyt...

How did I get here? My thoughts conflicted as I stood in awe, staring down at the fine shape that was Rose's body. Her hips swayed in a perfect rhythm with her tight ass that intentionally was meant to manifest from her tight skinny jeans, causing a vibration to flow through my bloodstream throughout my shaft slowly rising in my cheap pants. How did I get here? The words reflected in my head again, but were quickly distra...

Lexi and Matt were hand-in-hand as they followed the waiter to a table at the back of the prestigious New York restaurant, Twelve-Madison Park. It had been months since she and Matt had been alone on a date, and she could barely contain her excitement. Lexi could feel the cool air from the room against the top of her exposed chest as she wore a low-cut sparkling blood-red evening dress. The fabric fits tight against her a...

Geno was up before the sun. With a little over a week until the triathlon, he needed to get in some training. He was never going to compete with the twenty-somethings, but in his age class, he was highly ranked. Geno knew that his running and cycling legs were solid; it was his swimming that let him down. The day was going to be stinking hot, so Geno had decided the previous evening to get up early and take a quick jog do...

Tuesday Night When Chameleon came home from work on Tuesday, my birthday, we both tried to act as if nothing strange was happening. She shouted hello when she came in the door. We cooked together, being careful to tidy our own mess as we went along. Neither of us chose to open any wine. I drank a couple of cokes. She had a tonic water. Our conversation was light, and entirely focused on things external to our relationship...

You honestly couldn't remember him being there last time you checked. You are in some seedy downtown bar, halfway through your third - or was it fifth? - whiskey when you noticed an oddly dressed man sitting beside you, though he was difficult to make out, given your inebriation. He seems to be dressed in some kind of fancy checkered suit, complete with a tall hat that looked straight out of the 1800s. You suppress the ur...

On my world I wasn’t a soldier. Quite nearly the opposite - an academic. But my people are no strangers to war and conflict. Maybe it’s the world I’m from, or maybe humans are just violent in every universe. I honestly couldn’t tell you, but I digress. The point is, warrior or not, I come from a world of people willing to fight for what they have. I may be averse to conflict, but I recognize the virtues of being ready for...

The unseen barrier that separates the living from the dead is deteriorating. Evil is walking amongst the human race. The preacher in the small country church that's pounding on the Bible on Sunday morning is feeding the host incubus and succubus that's living inside of him. Every night the twins are filling his dreams with lustful, wanting desires, torturing his soul with heated cravings. Every night he's transported into...