Joan and Sandra were not yet satisfied. They wanted to explore more… Back at my secluded villa, Joan and Sandra were amazed at the beauty of the old villa aslopes of the high hills, all green with evergreen trees, especially olive trees, shaped the perfect background. No inhabitants lived for about a few hundred meters on all sides, which gives it the perfe...
Preface: I, Reginald P. Walcott, am a 37 year old professional bitch-slave, and until recently worked in the service of Ms. Beatrice Pennington of the law firm Kale, Pennington, and Shipwright. As of this writing I am approaching what would be my tenth year anniversary in this line of work. How, one might ask, does one become a professional bitch-slave? Tha...
I seemed to come back from a deep, dark hole to find myself in a room that I'd seen somewhere before, but in my dazed condition I couldn't remember where or when. A tube was stuck up my nose, which I found uncomfortable and the noise of voices brought my mind more into focus. I recognized that of my wife demanding something from someone in a white coat. "Ho...
Landica, Book II, BadKittyXXX Chapter V, Lorelle the Housemaid Lord Tarbuckle's manor was an immense, gaudy monstrosity. Bad expected nothing less from the gaudy man himself. Tarbuckle dribbled on about how his high standing earned him an invite to what would surely be the party of the century. Bad simply smiled and nodded, each moment reconsidering headi...
Lots of things happen in this chapter. Teárlag finally realizes she no longer wants to help Blackthorne, even if it costs her the marriage she hoped for and his potential wealth, though she needs to continue appearing to work on his behalf. Isobel is finally able to consummate her marriage to Frang and make it binding. And Màiri is finally found with some ne...
Part Eleven: Community Engagement Caesar salad. That made sense, I supposed. In my head, it seemed like cops would eat something with more protein. I guess you didn't keep a body like Louisa Barbour's wolfing down double quarter pounders for lunch. She was a skinny little thing. Fit, yes, but not a lot of meat on her. A shame. With a face like that, she cou...
"What's another word for the entrance to a woman's vagina?" Artie Goodwin leaned back in his chair, glancing over at his friend Jack Frazier who was lounging on his couch. Artie's hands were poised over his keyboard prepared to begin typing again as soon as inspiration struck, or Jack answered whichever came first. "Cum catcher? Hairy highway to paradise?"...
[[Incest is the over-arching theme for this (rather long) story but it also contains mature, lesbian, anal, and BDSM bits as well.]] I DON'T NEED A QUEEN Much happens underneath the Noon sun. Insects hatch, reproduce, and die under one day's sunshine. They exist their whole lives not knowing a superior order surrounds them. Under this same sun, constructio...
Amit was spending his holidays at his uncle's house in the village. A city-bred boy, at 19 years, this was his first ever visit to a village. His parents were having a difficult time with their marriage and his father thought sending him away to the village for a month to his oldest brother's house would be a good way to settle a number of issues with Amit's...
Nothing happened and they cleared me to go home that Monday afternoon. Rehab was easy, just the old rubber band exercises and I was on my way home again with a new brace. The most exciting part, no pain, very little anyway. Roxy being very happy things were going well and drove me home in her car, an older Civic. Yup, the yard looked great and a brilliant id...