Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Morning With Lizzy & An Afternoon With Nina It was early morning and I realized I needed to pee. I got up and went into the bathroom. When I returned to bed I noticed the time was 3:15 a.m. I got back into bed, and a few seconds later, I felt Lizzy getting out of bed, head...
I don’t always drink. In fact, I only drink on special occasions, like weddings, funerals, reunions, bridal showers, birthday parties, picnics, barbecues, New Years Eve, Groundhog day, summer solstice, or any occasion where every gossiping aunt, redneck uncle and third cousin twice-removed converge to tell you how you’ve aged, how much weight you’ve gained,...
Life is strange. . . wonderful and to be lived to the fullest! It's also unfair, hurtful and filled with plenty of pain and misery to go around. We have survived the Judaeo-Christian philosophy, the age of enlightenment, the age of reason and it would appear that we are in the age of "anything goes". Tough on a person growing up in the late 20th century, yet...
A fine day, thick and hot making Miriam Hancock's face dewy with sweat. She gazed at the house. Was this the place? She checked the card in her hand. No mistake. It was an unimposing Edwardian terrace house in a street of equally unimposing houses, narrow fronted, three stories high, the windows heavily draped. She went up a set of steps to a porticoed door...
[Late 2007 -- The Pacific Northwest] Harp the bartender walked over to me. "Del, I heard a good one yesterday," he said. "How do you get virgin wool?" "I don't know, Harp," I said. Harp replied, "From ugly sheep." I groaned. "Bad, Harp," I said. "Slow day today. Only one other person here." "She's a regular," he said. "She looks down to me, man. Gets dr...
I tried to dismiss the patter on the rooftop as typical house noises, but the calamity in the living room was unavoidable. My first instincts pointed to a robber. There had to be some pretty sick individuals in the world to want to break into a house on Christmas Eve, but in today's world you had to expect everything, right? I grabbed my bat and discreetly d...
Disclaimer: This is the second part of my story, Mike and I. Like the previous chapter, it uses offensive words that I don't condone outside of a fantasy context. It also has an element of non-consent at one point. Again, i completely condemn this in real life. If you are offended by such, please do not read. *** I don't know how long I knelt there, still...
The work is copyrighted to the author © 2018. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to the story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. *** Dear Reader: Some people are not comfortable with their own sexuality and they object to lady-boy, cuckold and bi-sexual stories. That is okay - to those people I would sugges...
Damn. Damn. Damn. My car would break down. What a fucking week. I am going to be so late. She banged her hands against the steering wheel and then groaned against the pain. A stream of curses flew from her lips as she continued her onslaught on the car. Nearly ten minutes passed and she calmed marginally enough to look around her car and stuff things into h...
"Good grief, this bitch is so hot." Davie thought as he watched the blonde bounce up and down on the fat cock of the guy she was sitting on. Her young tits were bouncing and swinging in every direction with the girls violent moves. Davie had borrowed an old porn video from a friend featuring Bambi Woods, staring in Debbi Does Dallas. This was a really hot...