Amanda had recently decided to turn her hobby, being a slut, into a profession, being a whore. Being a whore was the same as being a slut, but you got paid for having a guy pounding in your orifices. After her recent experience with her fathers colleague, Amanda had decided to broaden her horizons and take on some new clients. But first, she had a date to k...
My eyes protested as they opened to the brightness of an early spring morning. Recognition of my surroundings came slowly. It was as if I had been asleep for a long time, and now, I was reaching for the remnants of a dream half-remembered. I felt a gnawing hunger and a painful desire that seemed to emanate from just above my pubis. As I gazed out from my ele...
As Tom drove down the road of the farm, he looked in his rear view mirror to see Ellen standing there on the porch. It reminded him of the first time he left her. She stood on the same steps, still waved, and it broke his heart then as it did now. This time it not only hurt, but burned inside of him like a hot fire iron scorching his insides. Yet he still le...
Chapter 3: The Show Must Go On Send feedback! (Good or Bad) Constructive criticism welcome. Flames will be ignored! *** This story contains graphic sexual content involving: (But not limited to) Anal-sex, Group-sex (f-f-m), Lesbianism (f-f), and Golden Showers (pee-sex). If you are offended by any or all of the afore mentioned sexual activities, please DO...
Chapter 1 Captain Alisa Lansehu, US Army Special Forces Undisclosed location, Near the Brazil/Bolivia Boarder Spring 2058 The air here was unlike any I'd ever smelled, so green and full of a lush sense of life, a vast difference from the cities where I had grown up and the prairies where I'd done boot camp. A sound off to my left caught my attention and...
It was late. We had been talking for some two hours already, my uncle having gone to bed just after midnight. She was sitting at the far side of the room, somewhat tired I gathered from her yawns but for some reason she was resisting the urge to retire. Sipping a beer, I described the somewhat cathartic conversations my younger brother and I had often had. Y...
Vanessa could hear the bass pumping through the walls as her and her boyfriend, Mike, trekked up the stone stairs to an immaculate, brick house. This house belonged to Vanessa's friend, Nicole. Almost every year, in the middle of August, they would have a big house pool party complete with a BBQ and fireworks end the night. The party was always the topic of...
When her agent told her she needed photos for her new novel, Louisa had mixed feelings. The last photographer made her look fat. Twenty pounds heavier. She thought that happened only on TV. Sure, she had big boobs, but they were in her genes. All the women in her family were busty. Her older sister consisted only of mammary glands. She had two choices -- g...
I don't remember much about my life anymore, and mercifully, I remember even less about my death. My first clear memories are of what happened afterward. I was white hot angry back then, because I'd been killed for sodomizing a noble lady, though I was sure I'd never so much as laid a finger on one. As I think back about it, I suspect I was correct about my...
Jessica waved warmly back at any of her colleagues that would greet her as they walked past her in the hallway. It was either “Hey, how’s it going?” or “Good morning to you as well!” But it was all an act. She so hated each and every one of them with a passion, ever since she was hired a little over two weeks ago at the soup kitchen. But then again, even...