Hi, my name's Ronni Brady, and I'm a feature writer with New York Eye, the internationally renowned humorous news and current affairs magazine. I'm known for my acerbic wit and laconic style. You may have heard of me – I also have a regular newspaper column that's syndicated across the country, and I've been a regular guest on shows like Letterman and the La...
WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The a...
The wait exasperated everything. Carmen's sharp and heavy breaths, the thudding of her heartbeat in places she wished it wasn't, and the rush of air on her skin all seemed too focused. She listened to the clamour of customers outside, footsteps passing to and from the door, always alert for the dreaded knock. And yet, in spite of that anxiety, her cock stood...
My next door neighbours asked me to keep an eye on their house while they were on vacation for a couple of weeks and while I only really knew them to nod and say hello as we put our respective trash cans at the curb, they seemed like a decent enough couple and I told them I would be happy to pop in and check on things once in a while. Not wanting to be deli...
Joscelin and Driggle made their way into the town of Valorinth. The road was filled with wondering travelers, peddlers, and townsfolk. Driggle floated along next to the buxom beauty as they walked down the street. Many men and a few women watched Joscelin's huge knockers bouncing and jiggling with every step the big titted bimbo took. Some even brushing up a...
PRIVATE HESIA OF THE HIGHLAND ARMY "...I'm telling you, you're safe if you don't put the helmet on." Alex said to me. We were stationed in the Crescent, a part of the Rift that bowed inward. It was the safest part of Sector Two, as the inward bow would funnel enemies into a crossfire. After being part of Droughtius's fifth division and getting absolutely s...
Training a man: putting him in his place and making him into that loving and affectionate beast that a woman wants could be a difficult task. Jess had perfected the process of breaking men, training them, and teaching them to be a better man. Jess had had several experiences with men that were either married, had girlfriends, or were just workaholics; It di...
Characters appear in this story that are property of DC comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. All other characters are original creations of the author. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the DC Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story conta...
The woman came through the door wearing big bug-eye sunglasses, a hat and a rain coat wrapped tight enough around her body that you could see every curve. She threw the hat on the peg by the door, yanked off the shades and let the coat fall open. The red dress she wore was clingier than the coat, cut high below the waist, low above, so whether I was a breast...
Ned was just starting to doze in front of the television when he heard the commotion from his garage. He'd had a long day of running around a factory floor and trying to explain the effects of gruesome eye injury to various workers who thought that protective eyewear was merely a suggestion. At the end of the day, he was frazzled. He stopped by the gym to wo...