The night has gone quite splendidly. I am up forty bucks from our weekly poker get together. There's forty bucks my wife June, will never know about. Maybe I'll even tell her I lost twenty. It's not that there's a problem, It's just nice to have some playing around money. As I gather the stinking ashtrays flowing over with cigar and cigarette buts, stick my...
WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! ================================= "Please, sweetheart...please don't kick me out." I peeked around the corner and saw my dad on his knees in front of my mom and her new boyfriend. My mother was a beautiful middle aged woman...
How could I have let this happen? Every bit of it was my fault. I was responsible for the gag in my mouth and the handcuffs on my wrists. No doubt it was my fault that I was bent over the corner of a hotel room bed, with my legs bound tightly in opposite directions...spreading them wide. I was responsible for the school girl outfit I was currently sporting,...
Gin and tonic was the best he could do at the moment; the drink burned its way down his throat, snapping him to attention momentarily before a pleasant numbness would take over. Letting his breath out in a quiet sigh, Marcel inhaled deeply, praying that the lack of sensation would free him from the coiling guilt at how much trouble he had caused the night be...
Colin had already accepted the fact that if you signed up to fuck Raja, you got the whole package: a short temper, an inability to keep still and poor emotional regulation. It wasn't perfect or ideal, but still, Collin didn't want it any other way. Those characteristics were what made Raja, Raja. And Colin had also accepted the fact that he loved Raja, d...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
It is obvious we are in no rush to get off home, still enjoying our rather rushed coupling. "Tomorrow I want you up in me doing that!" you say it quite casually, as if daydreaming about it already. "Mmmm, ..I might!" I play you up, my 'itching' ring so nicely squeezing, as my well lubricated anus struggles to keep in your week's load of hot thick sperm. I...
So it wasn't the first time we kissed, but it was the first time I kissed him. The first time it meant something. The only other time we had kissed had been when he showed up at my door in the beginning and forced his tongue into my mouth. Since then we had never kissed, it'd just been fucking. Now, I had his lips pressed against mine, my hand reached up t...
I walk into the kitchen, mid morning light floods the room. "Hey there Tonto, how are you feeling? I see you've found some cereal, the coffee smells good." "Rob, my stomach was growling so loud I thought it would wake the dead. Coffee's still in the pot on the burner, help yourself, would you top mine off too? Can't get up and down so easily yeah know." L...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. * Day 2 - Morning Location: Hospital Drake wakes, at first not sure where he is. Then flashes of last night. The car. Fire. The chest. The strange man. He looked at both of his hands. "That chest better have something wonderful inside of it." His hands were wrapped up in medicine tape...