Warning: This and subsequent chapters deal with many explicit passages with topics you may find objectionable. Theses topics may or may not include: straight sex, extramarital relations, cuckoldry, interracial sex, bisexuality, homosexuality, FemDom, male domination, voyeurism, masturbation, etc. If these, or other similar topics offend you, it might be best...
June, 1974, Da Nang Airbase, Vietnam God, he was big; one of the biggest. Shit, he could fuck. Panting, panting, I grabbed the metal legs of the cot on either side in a death grip, my cheek pressed into the rough woolen blanket, my eyes bugging out and my mouth slack and open in a silent scream, as he drove it harder, deeper inside me. Cruel. Rough. Just wh...
Part 1: Called to Account I got to read the text shortly after we'd arrived for our first night of the 5 day conference. I was tired and irritable, wondering what the hell I was doing there. This wasn't my usual work function. I was used to the anonimity of the office desk and monitor. But for some reason the boss, Jim, thought I needed to "widen my horizon...
I stood outside of Miguel's apartment. I looked down at the messages we had exchanged to double check that I was at the right door. It was vital. I scrolled up a little bit more to reread another message he had sent to me. Miguel: Rule #5- You're not allowed to wear any clothes in my apartment. Yeah, that means you have to get undressed before you come ins...
(Skip this if you don't like boring behind the scenes stuff. Wow! Over 3000 likes and story of the week for my first story here! Thanks to everyone who has liked, bookmarked or commented. The feedback lets me know what works and what might need work. I would love for this to be the most popular story in its category, so if you like the story, "like"...
Chapter Two My Nemesis Morgan Thaler. He had been my nemesis ever since I took the Thoman job. Always dismissive of me whenever we had run into each other, I wondered how he would treat me knowing that I had taken what he thought was his. I had seen him in the gym often with his sales team. He had always had a great body and looked like he was packing. But...
Warning! This story is not politically correct. It contains raceplay, homosexual sex, rapes, racial insults ecc. All the characters are 18+. It's just fiction but, if this bothers you, STOP NOW! I woke up. Well, I thought I had waken up. Indeed, I was dreaming. Dreaming to be awake. I got up, wearing just my underwear. I walked slowly through the corridors,...
Scared Curious: My First Weekend in Prison Note: The descriptions and accounts in this story are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. Like many of my misadventures, this one started with well intentioned scholarly research, was exacerbated by garden variety greed, fed by unbridled lust, and resulted in both exciting memories and dee...
"Open to me. Open to Daddy." And I spread my legs for him. Before that, he had pushed me back gently onto the thick carpet on the moss covering the little sun-spackled glen. He had me kneel before him and take his beautiful, huge cock into my mouth, where I worked it up to over nine inches of hardness to the sounds of the birds twittering in the trees and...
Elwood Gunn was a pastor, the semi-trained, semi-legitimate, semi-genuine leader of a small religious community that met in what had once been a cinema on the Caribbean island of St Timothy. I had recently arrived and, looking to make some friends, had gone along on Sunday mornings. There was always this awkward moment when old Elwood or one of his crew aske...