His lovely wife Blondie warm beside him, Dagwood Bumstead sleeps peacefully, and the letters "S-K-N-X" in big black capitals issue from his open mouth. The twittering of birds outside their bedroom window pulls him from slumber, and his ovoid black eyes open enough to see her youthful, dimpled face, framed by a lush array of canary-yellow curls. Amazing how...
I didn't think places like this actually existed, or if they did, I figured Berlin, San Francisco, Amsterdam, some other den of sin, sodomy and vice....but Melbourne? Well, there I was so there you go. To be fair the 'dungeon' I was housed in was just a converted brick garage on a half-acre block in the inner eastern suburbs, not actually within the bowels...
"NOTICE," the sign beside the trail read. "Nude swimming or sunbathing may be occurring beyond this point. Consult attendant for details of statutes regarding nudity." I grinned at the sign. As usual, I'd parked at the east end of the parking lot, far away from the entrance booth, and stripped at the car before starting down the trail. All I was wearing wer...
Special thanks to Livi for the translation! Without her work, my grammar would be a complete disaster. ********************* "Hey!" The cheerful female voice came unexpectedly to me as I noticed its owner standing at my door. I looked uncomprehendingly at Erik, who stood next to the delightful blondie. But he just stared at me with his incredible blue ey...
"Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic." Her name was Blondie, after her beautiful golden fur. She was no ordinary dime store bear, she was from Germany. She had beautiful glass eyes and a tag in her ear that said "Stieff". So she assumed her name must be Blondie von Stieff. Obviously, she came from a royal background. Her mate was called Barne...
It's a strange thing to experience. I work the bar and people often tend to forget I'm there. They do things and say things in front of me that they wouldn't do or say in front of someone else. But I don't count. I'm just part of the furniture. However, I will admit to some surprise when even the boss seemed to forget I existed. I always have to come in ear...
Hi my name is Bob. Up until last week I thought I was a real man. I'm Your average tough guy. I Stand 6'3 and weigh about 230. I Bench press 300pds. And have a weight lifters body. I was visiting my sister in San Fran last week and she had to work the night shift so i decided to take in the night life. I found a club on a back street and stepped in for a few...
Down Home on the Ranch (Saturday, continued) Fran stood in the shade of a big maple tree, eating a late lunch and thinking. She'd spent the morning pulling her Mistress's little cart, which had been a rush - she loved the tinkling of her bridle bells, and the sounds of her hooves as she trotted over one of the little wooden bridges over the creek. And she l...
Hello Lit! This is a werewolf story, with elements of Non Human, NonConsent/Reluctance and BDSM, although be aware, this chapter has no sex scenes! But they're a coming! Feedback welcome, good or the bad, but please be gentle, I'm sensitive! Thanks for reading! :) Chapter 1 I hurried down the deserted street nervously, my eyes flicking around, checking...
Nick was a one man percussion band today and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. His drum sticks included a wide range of canes, floggers, whips and straps. His instrument itself was, of course, a much modified Hailey. She was naked, as usual, hanging face down, held up by a complicated arrangement of straps and ropes. These held her head up, compressed he...