***This is my unabashedly, un-shameful, exploitative, non-romantic story of a warlord and his struggles. Full disclosure; this story is hyper-violent and hyper-sexualized. There is no romance to be found here, so if you want it, look somewhere else. This is a fantasy, and that being said, I do NOT ENCOURAGE any of the behavior depicted here. There are stro...
Before I begin let me first thank those having already started reading the Nick Stud series and assure those in doubt that I am indeed Nick's originator. For those of you unfamiliar with him let me now welcome you in the hopes you will derive enjoyment. This was the first writing of Nick Stud and has never been posted. I thought some of you might like to rea...
Even after five years Marie still loathed the darkness of the five by five cell they had her locked in. She could take anything, anything but the deafening darkness that felt like it was going to swallow her body, mind and soul. The only thing she could do to keep from erupting into screams was curl herself as tight as ball in the corner and shut her eyes so...
The sun streamed through the windows as I opened my eyes on that special day last week. I only had a sheet draped across my lithe body as the weather was so warm and I lay there enjoying the fact that I didn't have to go to work today. Today was going to be one of my days, I was due to meet one of my friends for lunch and then I was going out on the town ton...
Ann stared at the machine that she had spent the last two years creating. At 37 she did not consider herself beautiful, but rather plain. She was 5' 7" and weighed in at 127 lbs. light brown hair to the middle of her back. She stood there with her half empty glass of red wine in her hand and the half empty bottle on the small table. Her hand shook slightly...
"Don't worry, Susan," I assured her as she turned again at the bottom of the steps. "I've done this before, remember?" She smiled uncertainly. "I am so grateful, Tim. This means so much to me. I know..." she trailed off but I knew what she was going to say and gave her a warm smile back. It had been six years since Catherine died. My wife, Catherine, who...
Chicken, it was a word we had used from childhood to challenge our partners and good friends into doing outrageous things, from jumping off the cliffs at the local lake, to playing ding dong ditch on the School Principal's house. The first time my girlfriend used the word during some hot sexy role play, we got carried away, resulting in Sara's impregnation....
The first days travel was wholly uneventful. We stopped to rest the equinininys mid morn; some people had brought snacks to eat while others including us took the air. My mistress declared that eating was bad for the digestion when one was thrown around on the track, which had turned to bare earth outside of the town. We stopped at an inn at lunch time t...
Upstate New York, 2007 - Day 1 They all kept talking—bitching—about "sloppy seconds" but if you're drunk enough, and these guys were drunk most all the time, you don't really care about dipping your wick into a hole filled to overflowing with other guys' junk. You just stick it in, numbly hump for a few minutes, then make your own delirious contribution to...
Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. ***** I wore a thin tank top and very short skater skirt to travel in. I'd thought about wearing less but decided that it might not really be appropriate and I didn't want to embarrass daddy. James...