You finally got off work and it's been a hard day. Seems like every time you turned around there were customers to wait on and you had no time for a cigarette break. As you leave you light up a cigarette and decide that what you really need is a nice, long, hot shower. Which you know you can do without being disturbed because a friend will be away for two d...
Cycle 233. I am pretty sure this is cycle 233 for me. I have no way to count other than my mind, and my mind is probably trustworthy but it is difficult to tell sometimes. I replay this story in my mind every day because it is better than going insane but I am keeping count. I try to repeat this in my mind with the same words, these exact words. Trying to ke...
Note to readers: I haven't posted anything or even written much for a long time but even now I sometimes get appreciative feedback, asking when I'll post again. A few days ago I was searching on another site for literature on one of my favourite fetishes, and I found a story which looked promising. Right away I thought, "Wow, another author with almost the s...
After shitting out 22 pencils coated in nigger cum for the camera, the black men all applauded, apparently amazed by the deeds of this slut. Marg thanked them for their time and ushered them out of the house. Paula watched on as Lucy knelt on the edge of the bed, gingerly fingering her ass hole to ascertain if it was closing up properly. "Well done slut,"...
*** WARNING! This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic depictions of medical procedures that may not be safe. The author is not a medical professional and assumes no responsibility for injuries sustained by persons attempting to act out this story in whole or in part.*** Jennifer was just getting home from work and was frustrated from a long week...
This falls into the category of sex when one or both parties need to pee. The story is laid mostly in an internee camp of 1942, through the recollections of a former female inmate, and told somewhat in flashback style. The story itself is fiction, but incorporates much of what has been written by real persons with similar experiences. It involves mild bondag...
This story contains a variety of different topics; please see the story tags if you think any might be not to your liking. It's entirely a work of fiction; please don't behave like the characters in this story in real life. Ker-chunk! The heavy door closes with the sound of finality, muting the giggling from the inside my hotel room. I'm just getting my...
I spent the entire Friday afternoon distracted from my work by mental images of my wife in one kinky scene after another. The persistent erection that throbbed inside my boxer shorts left my inner thigh wet and slimy, and only helped to conjure up more images in my mind. I found myself re-reading the note ten or fifteen times: "Beginning upon your arrival ho...
John and Paul had come to get to know each other via an online chat website. They quickly realized they had a lot of common interests, and were each married to an open and sexually adventurous wife. It wasn't long before they were chatting with their wife about the other couple, and from then, things progressed rapidly. Soon they were all text messaging each...
I passed the afternoon almost in a daze. After I left the clinic of Dr. Baxter my mind and emotions were full of my experience of the last few hours – the initially professional demeanour of the doctor, but later so bizarre, the attractive, guileless young nurse, subservient to her boss's instructions, the intimacy of the examination and the enforced excreti...