Tommy removed his cowl, flinging it across the Batcave in anger. "An entire night, fucking wasted," He muttered to himself. He walked to the equipment bench and leaned against it, both hands pressed into the reinforced plexiglass that covered the table. Tommy hung his head and then, suddenly, slammed his fist into the table. "Fuck!" He yelled, both in ange...
She had been alone under the boardroom table for at least twenty minutes now. From her toes to her ass cheeks, Melody's legs were starting to cramp, and one of the very few people who had spoken to her all day had just been forbidden to say another word to her. "Hello! Newbie! Are you still under there?" Gwyneth popped her head back under the boardroom t...
Jessica was sitting at home, depressed and eating ice cream for the fifth night in a row since her boyfriend, Marshall, left her for another girl. She wanted to use all her vacation days from the bar to make herself fat, and not have to deal with men anymore, but could never seem to gain weight, no matter how much she tried. But at 28 years old and standing...
Embracing diversity takes its toll on a young condo couple Author's note: This story was inspired by the series Black Man One by Weak_White_Wimp. It involves a young white woman and her black neighbor, somewhat similar to two of my previous submissions, Amber's Six Pics and Good Neighbor Sam. As always, your votes are very much appreciated (just click star...
Brenda 01: Spring Break This is a true story that happened several years back when I was married to my first wife. My memory has replayed this many times through the years. First, let me start with a little about us. We met while in collage at North Carolina State, we were both freshmen and starting life away from our families. The first time I saw her, w...
This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...
She was a slut when I married her. All the signs were there; I was just too lost in love (or lust) to have paid any attention. Well, I know now, oh boy do I know now! I met Vonda at the public library. She was a volunteer worker and donated her time two or three days a week. Sometimes she worked the checkout counter, sometimes she worked in the back catalog...
"The sin of covetousness is the inner lust to have." --Richard J. Foster "Lusty folks with big money, can suck my cock all day long." -- Mark Twain (I think) Frank's Story I know this sounds weird, but I usually stop by the Rounder for a quick drink after a good workout. I work hard, train hard... so hey, I'm permitted! Right? Anyway, I really haven't mad...
Part 2 is here! Hope you enjoy. More to follow ASAP. ***** I couldn't quite believe my situation. I was standing in my boss' office, wearing a camisole, a pair of pretty pink panties, suspender belt and stockings and he'd just cuffed my hands behind my back. I thought my clitty was going to explode, it was so hard! He ordered me to spin slowly and I compli...
All people in this story were 18 or older, some elements of the story are true, all names have been changed. This story happened during the summer of 1983 on the Ohio River between Shawneetown, Illinois and Evansville, Indiana. My wife Jane and I decided to attend the "Thunder on The Ohio", Unlimited Hydroplane races held in Evansville, Indiana that year....