Out in the woods the other day, I met my dream man. I am a 45 year old sub slut who loves to do as they are told. Especially if doing as I am told means getting a long thick cock in my mouth. Any way, the other day, the weather was fine and I was out driving in shorts and T shirt. I saw this patch of woodland I had never seen before. It was over Bracknell w...
It started out as a great weekend. It was early November, deer season had just opened last week and Carl and Dave were really excited about the three days camping out in the woods, hunting whitetail. Lifelong friends, they'd taken these long weekends to go hunting since they were eighteen. Back then, "camping" really meant a tent and campfire, but now the...
© 2014 by R. Keith Peck He lights up the joint he'd been fingering the moment he steps off the bus, even before the other riders dispersed Looks of horror are fired his way. Doesn't he know where this is? This isn't Denver. This isn't the inner city. This is suburbia. We're normal! A mother with a Greenpeace handbag clutched her fifth-grader's shoulder and...
Oberführer Von Teuer was fucking the hell out of me. I was past caring. I secretly hoped he had a long time before reaching his orgasm, but he lasted only another 20 minutes or so. Through all that hard slogging, he kept me in the longest afterglow of my life, drawing out my climax and ejaculations so long my balls hurt. When I heard him let out a long, low...
(This is the continuing story of three hunting buddies at a cabin, far removed from wives and other stabilizing influences. You just never know what can happen when guys get together. Hope you enjoy this chapter.) * We were up early on Monday morning and in place by sunup. Being that it was so early and everything, we had all we could do just to stumble ar...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** It might have been the death of my mother and my only sister in the car accident. It might have been that I tried to drink away the depression while I was hundreds of miles away from home at college. What I do know is two things. My father would be furious I had failed out, in jus...
Thunder? Stampede? Earthquake? Ragnarök? No, man, it's the Disciples. The whole motherfucking gang. They're on their hogs, and they ride. Hair streams like sinister oriflammes. Naked biceps clench in leather jerkins. Fists twist throttles. Like a dust of diamonds sweat glistens on the tattoo tapestry. The Disciples roar through primeval forest, serpentinin...
In the quest for my son, I discover connections everywhere I suppose I couldn't have been surprised by what happened at home, not really, not the way my luck had been running. After six months of cum-slut training, kidnapped by oversexed guerrillas in Colombia, I came home a dedicated cockhound--to a sexual desert. Nobody to plug my man-craving ass. Back...
Back home I enjoyed a wonderful reunion with my wife and son. Running from the plane into their arms. Tears of joy, of relief, of a nightmare finally over. As I hugged Angela and Bobby, awash in waves of love and rejoicing, still a tiny thought itched in the back of my mind: Now I'm out of those bastards' power--but did they break me completely? Will I be...
A New Career Opening For A Dirty Slut... I wake up naked in bed between two naked men. I can feel the closeness of their body-heat, the touch of their skin. I'm scared. Where am I? Who are these guys? I lie as perfectly still as I can. It's dark, I can't see far. Although the intimate warmth is already have an arousing effect on me. It doesn't mean anything...