Danial awoke amidst the bodies of three of his female staff, enjoying the soft warmth of the female flesh, especially the slim brunette who he still had his cock in as he spooned her. Sandra was her name he recalled and the slut had feinted from a huge orgasm as Danial fucked her. Danial had cum about six times the evening before and he realised he must hav...
With what sparse body hair he had, now freshly removed, the very effeminate eighteen year old Connor, could easily have passed for a younger school boy. He was in a short silk robe that almost covered his arse cheeks when standing and was sitting on Danial's lap leaning back into the older man's hairy chest. Janice sat adjacent in a chair enjoying a mid mor...
Danial got up from his plush padded office chair and walked down the hall toward the meal room to make a coffee. He could have had one of the secretary's do it for him but he needed to stretch his legs. In the hall were some of his many staff coming and going as they performed the tasks of running his business. One such was Stacy from accounts and he stopp...
"All experience is the product of our thoughts; the mind is the master and foundation of what we are." — The Buddha, Dhammapada (Path of Righteousness) "I once dreamed that I was a butterfly, flitting and fluttering around, happy with myself and doing as I pleased. But suddenly I woke up and I was myself again. But now I wonder, am I a man who dreamed he wa...
Continued from part five Ow...arugg... Liz? You're not Liz... The door... It's just too far over... I twist harder, willing my eyes rightward, summoning every available ounce of strength - I must find out... It's no use: the gag straps holding my head to my restraining pole simply dig that much more painfully into my cheeks - I haven't a prayer of se...
Part one-Harriet's Troubles. Harriet Kono sat twisting the ends of her long black hair, an automatic reflex brought on by stress. Her grandmother told her millions of times that twisting her hair made her look nervous and twitchy. "Good paying companies don't hire nervous girls that twist their hair," Harriet said aloud in a stern mocking voice in imitati...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *When our ancestor committed the first murder, was it rage, or fear that drove them to the deed?* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologiz...
CHAPTER 1: AN ALIEN TONGUE Lena leaned back in her office chair, the back support creaking as she rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. It was getting late, she had planned to go back to her apartment hours ago but this last translation almost seemed to be purposefully evading her. Perhaps it would be a better idea to call it a day and take another...