Masooma was Sanjay sahib's guide and so far proving herself a nice company. Somehow, this young Pakistani girl along with his daughter, Rekha, convinced him that he needed to get out of the house for some fresh air and sightseeing. His wife stayed home, saying that she was too "old" for the aimless, endless walks. Surprisingly, Rekha encouraged her mama to s...
He walked into my room while I was sleeping. A low-cost hospital's janitor located in some less prosperous suburban area of Bangkok used his spare key to take care of my resting room's door lock. He was a fat, old Asian guy in his fifties who had got many strange and eerie behavior. One thing, he always wore his dirty boxer shorts and wandered around the sur...
Sascha shivered with nerves and anticipation as she sat beside her Master in his sports car. Luke sped down the busy Boston streets, weaving in and out of traffic as he tapped his hand in time with the Coltrane sax solo that blared from the speakers. Sascha admired his profile, his straight nose, and his strong jaw. He was so incredibly masculine; every time...
I barely pulled into the garage and got off my Harley when I heard noises from the bedroom. It was the sound of moans, in fact. I knew instantly what that meant. My new live-in girlfriend, who hadn't really bothered to have "the talk" with me about fidelity before she pulled a classic "fait accomplis" on me just a month before, was busy getting her ashes hau...
Brittany's Strapon Hell Week 2: "Humiliation with Codi and Courtney" I am attempting to make these stories stand-alone as well as make sense in a series. If you like this, make sure to read my other stories. Think of your votes and comments as your contribution to my stories! Thanks! After my ordeal of being made up to look like submissive Asian porn star...
If you are interested in the plot, some people find it easier to understand what is happening if they go back to read the intro and part one of the typewriter. Thanks to IM_skittles for helping me with editing on this section Chapter 4 Dan My heart was racing when I woke. It had been so long since a dream was that vivid. It took me a few moments to get my...
I'm going to make sure you stay dead this time, Ceylin Uygur said grimly as she swung the sword, swiftly decapitating the towering zombie whom she once called dad. The thing that had been Erol Hurrem fell and lay still, but his severed head still moved, his slavering jaws still twitched. Three days ago, fed up with her stepdad's constant physical and verbal...
Part III Training Classes. In the morning after she'd served the madam sexually and as furniture the previous evening, as well as having been fucked and sodomized by the warden during the night she was led out of his office for the first time in five days, except for the photo shoot and short session in the madam's office as live furniture. After going thr...
Sometimes, I hate my life. Seriously. My name is Stephen L'Atelier. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on the seventh day of February 1989. My father, Jeremie L'Atelier is White, of French-Canadian descent. My mother, Annette Jean-Francois, is Black, of Haitian descent. She moved to Canada from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti t...
IIAn Englishman's Home Lindiwe 2065 After so many months of struggle and sacrifice, the arduous journey was finally over. Lindiwe had arrived. In the town's short history, few had suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. Few could have endured the adversity, hunger and rape. Few would have willingly paid so much from so little savings to make a...