Poor Bob Tucker, laying spread-eagled, unknowingly, on his own bed. Incapable of movement, sight or sound except at the whims of his captors. There were several of them, he deduced, from the hands he felt on his abused body. At least two were women, Rosa and someone else. Someone who had no qualms about roughing him up, using him at her will. But who and why...
This is a story of a woman giving up control of her body to a group of men who spend the night using her body as they wish, much to her pleasure. Amy rested up for a couple of days while thinking of how best to approach the guys from the garage. She recalled overhearing them discussing what a bitch she was and how they really hoped she wouldn't return to th...
There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in his story. As if your vote is my applause, please vote. * Why I write my stories, by Susan Jill Parker. Suffice to say, I'm different than you. No surprise there, just as you're different than me, I'm different than you. We're not nearly the same person. I'm not writing that I'm special or better t...
*NOTE* For maximum enjoyment, read chapters 1 and 2 first! All through the next day, I pretty much stayed wet, remembering the varied pleasures of the night before. I had a hard time paying attention to anything in front of me, remembering instead the pretty pink welts left by the clothespins on the soft, pale skin of my large tits, and the sensation of my...
You look out at the great writhing mass of shifting flesh. The distinct sounds of skin on skin contact and the smell. That intense scent of arousal mixed in with spent cum. The first thing that catches your eyes is Lux, the lady of luminosity lying on her back, as Ahri the mischievous kitsune gets astride her. Pulling down her underwear and sliding her finge...
************** ** SMACK -- PART III ** DISCLAIMER ** All characters portrayed are over 18 years of ** age. ** Story contains BDSM, FemDom, Anal and Spanking ************** Liz continues to slowly drop more lube onto my hole and what was now one finger becomes two fingers and the fit is tighter. It feels so good but my ass is on fire from the spankin...
Her hands are bound behind her back with duct tape. A white cloth gag covers her mouth, only allowing the occasional muffled sob or moan. Her black hair is short and a stray strand of it hangs over her left eye. Her slim, petite naked body is covered in small abrasions and lacerations and bruises. Dark splotches of old blood can be seen here and there around...
This is a nonfiction story. I'm writing it in regards to all of the negative feedback from readers that read my words just to criticize me for the stories I write. But before I begin, I wonder why anyone would read a story that appalls him. I'm sure that you can't tell me that you don't get off on my words. So see if you can get off on these. So in answe...
Gabriella seemed to be more at peace since coming to the island, even though she spent most of her time sleeping, the rest starring unseeingly into space. She didn't seem to respond to any external stimulus, not even Rayne or Maria. Navia was an extremely talented cook and prepared many dishes that Maria could get down her in her comatose state. Rayne had br...
Hey, there. What's up? Kelvin James Guillot is the name, and I'm a young man living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. My father, Oscar Guillot, is Afro-Caribbean, originally from the island of Haiti, and my mother Jennifer Hughley is white, originally from the City of London, Ontario. I guess that makes me Haitian-Canadian. Cool. My folks met as students at Q...