XXX-Fiction

By Suemartin. It’s warm for this time of year, and the bulk of the research work has finished. The research teams from several associated universities left last week, and the rotating maintenance crew left this morning. I had volunteered to manage the monitoring stations until the summer crew arrived in the next few days, and then I would be heading back to the mainland on the return boat. It seemed peaceful walking along the shingled beach with the lapping of

By Tsh3575. Professor Dick swung his machete, clearing away vines from the path. He wiped the sweat from his brow, taking a moment to admire his handiwork. The machete had done its job, leaving a neat path through the dense jungle foliage. He saw the sun peeking through the canopy above, casting dappled light on the forest floor. He had been in this jungle for a while, and it was starting to feel like a second home. He and his

By halfnuts3115. The day after I married the love of my life, we flew to our honeymoon destination in Bora Bora, French Polynesia. Janet and I chose a small honeymoon resort because we had a limited budget. The place looked old and run down a little when we arrived, but we couldn’t care less. Neither of us could wait until we got to our room to relax after the long, tiring trip. We went to the front desk to check

By ShaOrna. This is the story of how I died. I’m not sure if that should make you sad or not. I guess it all depends on the type of person you are. For some, a light going out is sad. Some of you might be happy because there’s one less idiot in the world. And some of you might get aroused because my death was anything but ordinary. I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Alexis, and

By ukuba. I am a young woman, aged 19, from a Scandinavian country. I work here in some west/middle-African country near the Sahara and Sahel deserts. My organization helps children to have a better education and tries to teach child-caring to the population, which is still old way, agrarian communities in the countryside and with problems of street children in bigger cities. At the same time, I try to collect material for my undergrad work. I live in a tiny

By killer bishops. Some small pieces of the world were truly magnificent. In a way, they would be better left undiscovered, but people may never know their beauty. That’s what Holly Willoughby thought as she left her hotel resort for a walk in the tropical forest. Immediately from a gorgeous white sand beach sprawled a lush forest that extended up to a dormant volcano. A developer immediately applied for permission to set up an exclusive resort when the island was

By redrum2008p. It was about a quarter till midnight, and Doug still hadn’t left his office. He had been eyeing the new caretaker for a few weeks now, and he hoped to get his obsession over with tonight. He had made some cologne that was supposed to attract the opposite sex. He sprayed a little of this onto his neck and upper body and then once onto his crotch. As Trish walked into the office, she saw Doug and waved

By cupid69. Chapter One. Into Africa. Thursday 2nd January 2003. Salford, Manchester, England. ‘Doctor Samantha Roberts,’ I say, answering the phone. ‘Sam? It’s Peter Mendel. Happy new year!’ ‘Hello Peter. Happy new year to you too. Are we all set?’ ‘Yes. Just confirming that Bebe and I will arrive at Heathrow airport tomorrow at 20.30 from Frankfurt. We fly to Lagos in Nigeria, with an overnight stop. Then onto Kinshasa in the Congo, then onto Goma in Rwanda, where Thomas

By danl2112. Jack, a confident, successful, self-made guy, opens the door to the local eating establishment. He is immediately greeted by the cute blonde girl working as the hostess. He pointed to a booth in the rear of the building. The girl gives him a puzzled look. “Pam is my wife, and I want to surprise her.” The girl smiles and escorts him to the booth. He sits patiently as his server comes by. “Hi, can I start you off

By styxx. Prologue Extract from the London Times: The Times, 12th December 1981. Plane crash in Congolese forest. On Sunday, a light airplane piloted by Union Oil’s CEO Fred Simpson was believed to have gone down in the heart of the former Belgium Congo, now called the Democratic Republic of Congo. Contact with the plane was lost after government officials received a mayday call. Mister Simpson reported engine problems in his radio transmission that lasted only a few seconds. Mister

By FreakyTastes. Hi there, my name is Monica. I’m 23 years old and in the process of becoming a neurosurgeon. My father always had horrible migraine problems, so around the age of 17, I decided to dedicate myself to eliminating that problem. My father died of a stroke when I was 21, renewing my dedication to my studies. Unfortunately for me, that left extraordinarily little time for men. With large C-cup breasts, an ass that was plump and bouncy, and

By halfnuts3115. Stacy and I had previously enjoyed watching porn movies together, but viewing one in which your wife is in, isn’t entertaining. It’s even less so when you know she isn’t acting, when she tells different guys fucking her to “fill my pussy full of your cum” It destroys your love for your wife and your marriage while making you very angry! My heart had been cut out and thrown in the garbage! Stacy had humiliated me in every

By Wally_Whiteman. A sweet, innocent 18-year-old girl happily wends through a fragrant, sun-dappled wood. Little Red Riding Hood is taking a basket of cookies to her grandma. A slender girl with long auburn hair, she stands barely 5‘ 3”, most of which are long willowy legs. As she walks along the forest path, the newly ripened apples of her firm little asscheeks wiggle seductively, and she can feel a strange fullness that is not quite in her belly and not