I'm so glad that you decided to continue with this story. Thank you for reading. As usual, I'll be glad if you leave your comments and critiques in the comment section. And please don't forget to rate. ***** "Dad?" Jason looked up sharply from cleaning his guns. He hadn't heard Danny's footsteps. He slid the guns under the bed and looked up just as his se...
It had been months and months since Clay and Bobby-Jack had tied the knot. And it had been a blissful whirlwind of time. The pair had honeymooned in a secluded house on the beach, only adventuring away for some sights and the occasional meal. When they returned, life became real again but with a new joy. Clay was writing and had started a small business wit...
This story contains femdom, gay conversion, extreme humiliation, BDSM aspects, and frankly, is fairly extreme. If you enjoy it, please check out Power Trip, by wally_west, who inspired this story. * The next weekend, Cynthia called her nephew over in the afternoon. It was time to start preparing him for the next phase in her ever growing plans. She knew th...
It never happened because gang bangs these days are too dangerous. But it happened in a made-up world. One in which I was a twenty-four-year-old heart throb and a political martyr. I had an envelope of forty-five men: seventy-five-year-old plusses, on my passenger seat. The sun burned down on it as I drove to the tattoo parlor. The day before, with handmade...
"MMnnnnhhhh..." Ruciel stirs slowly in his sleep. "Mnnggghhhh... Fffffffuuuck." He moans as he stretches his lithe body to as far as it can reach. His arms and legs stiffen and tremble for a second before they let loose. "Hhhhhh..." He rolls over to give his naked butt a fresh waft of air from the bed-like floor, feeling the deep and major soreness still thr...
Chapter One : The Voice I had been coming to this little Café, alone, every day after work, for more years than I cared to remember. The entire staff knew me and knew I liked to be left alone once I was served. I tipped generously for their inattentiveness. It was my quiet sanctuary. My place to unwind from my busy day and read the paper without any distrac...
I spent the rest of the night moving my clothes into the spare bedroom and doing Cindy’s laundry. Every time I tried to talk about what happened, Cindy told me to hush and do as I was told. I still loved my beautiful wife and I wanted our life back. As Cindy walked towards what use to be our bedroom, she said, “Serve me breakfast in bed at 7:30.” With that...
Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. If you get caught by your local law enforcement agencies while doing it, well, you are one unlucky fellow. Hi, I am not an author or something, but I guess you don't need to be one to write your own experience. Imagination is not unleashed in this, all facts. Hope you enjoy it. Do tell me if you like it otherwise. * I...
"I don't need no warrant to tell you to take off your shirt, Alfonse. And I don't really need for you to take off your shirt for both you and me to know that you have an all-color arm sleeve tattoo, do we?" The black pawnbroker stood there, behind the cash register in his junk-packed store and stared belligerently back at Phil. There was a touch of fear in...
"Life is the great indulgence - death, the great abstinence. Therefore, make the most of Life – here and now." – Anton LaVey Chapter one| Jay closed one of his favorite books, a book read so many times over the corner of a majority of the yellowed pages went forward with evidence of many a bookmarking. The weight of the paper book felt good against his th...