Joee BOGO
By TwrchTwryth
We have an amazing view of East Matagorda Bay from our isolated backyard. You can watch the ocean from one side, and see the forests of San Bernard Wildlife Refuge from the other. It's an amazing place to sit and contemplate the natural beauty of the gulf coast.
It's also a fantastic place to get someone in the mood, and I guess that's what Scottie, my step-brother, had been doing. Our parents (his mom, my dad) were out for the evening and I was supposed to be at my mom'

Other Plans
By TwrchTwryth
Once Makoto had used her tongue to get Heidi off, I figured I could stop sucking her dick.
“Switch?” I asked.  Heidi, a tall blonde I had met in Shinjuku a week ago, sat up and grinned.
“Come here, Aoi-kun,” she murmured through a notable German accent.  She crawled across the small bed and soon was sucking my dick, her rear in the air for Makoto to clamber behind.  I’m still unnerved when I hear gaijin use honorifics. It ma

Jem-And-I: Introductions
By TwrchTwryth
First there’s a a logo stating GEM-AND-I PICTURES and a disclosure that the performers are over eighteen.  Then there are two pretty blond women, looking to be late teens or very early twenties, sitting beside each other on a black leather couch.  They are identical, with long, free blond hair.  They are wearing simple white t-shirts and jeans.
“Hello,” says the one of the left. She has a slight accent. “Welcome to ou

The Ballad of Tyreek Snodgrass: A Wild Voyeur Appears
By TwrchTwryth
The New Year's resolution was going well for Tyreek Snodgrass. Two months in, and he was still hitting the gym at 5:15 most mornings. He was eating better, and he was down about twelve pounds and a few inches on his waist line.
Today was no different.  It was shoulder day, and he had just absolutely blasted his delts and traps. After forty-five minutes of intense exercise, he was ready for his customary twenty minute hot t

Tentigo
By TwrchTwryth
Samantha Saranow began existing again and awoke. This was always an unusual, almost alarming event. For more than a two years, she had not been. Not dead, or killed, or obliterated — she simply had been, then ceased to be. When her eyes snapped open, she was understandably rather disoriented. She was confused and both grateful and resentful at being called back into existence.
Samantha Saranow felt many paradoxical things. After all, she knew that she was a character

The Super Zielinski Sisters
By TwrchTwryth
In Venus Hill, a middle class suburb of Los Angeles, the wind blew cold and hard.  Flecks of hail made the trees rattle.
“This isn’t normal,” Amelia Zielinski observed.  She and her two sisters, Julia and Nadia, has been sunbathing in the park.  Only two minutes ago, the July sun had been beating down and the temperature was a soupy 86 Fahrenheit.
“You think?” Nadia asked, standing up.  She looked to the

Trunk Exchange
By TwrchTwryth
1:30 am
Parking lot near Lake Harriett
Harmony Bergen leaned against the back of a gray van. She checked her watch again. While she was looking forward to the exchange, she wished they could have done it earlier. She wasn't looking forward to how tired she was going to feel the next day. She thought about high much coffee she would have to drink just to be a functional human being.
It was late spring, but the nights still had a little chill in their genes. Harmony w

Recreational Associate
By TwrchTwryth
I heard Vimala coming a few minutes before I saw her. Wherever she went, she was loud and friendly. I heard her talking with Sandy, my assistant, and checked the time. 11:30. That seemed a little late for Vimala's visit. Anyway, I saved the spreadsheet I was working on and closed my time tracker software. It was lunch time,
After chatting up Sandy, Vimala practically skipped in. The beautiful, young subcontinental girl wore a bulky trench coat, carried a sma