Stevenson "Steve" Edmond has come a long way since his not-quite halcyon days at Carleton University. He is now a contractor for the Canadian government in Ottawa. He didn't have many fond memories of his alma mater, with its rigid administrators, uptight security force and weird students. The vast and deceptively quaint-looking campus and those who run it r...
I hate dinner parties. But my estranged wife invited me to attend this one with her. I thought it provided an opportunity to reestablish our relationship, so I readily agreed. When I rang our apartment's door bell that Friday night, she answered the door with a small, knowing smile on her sweet face and looked better than I had ever seen her. In comparison,...
"Sir, Senator Harris is here to see you." Damn, I don't want to see that son-of-a-bitch. "Send him in, Debra," Bruce said as he hit the intercom button. What does that bastard want? Bruce extended his hand but the expression on his face was anything but friendly. "Have a seat, Gary. You want coffee?" He declined the coffee and sat down. "What brings you...
The males had been bound and were being led to their fate by their female captors. Matthew and Stephen were in their final year of university, where they had been enslaved by first year students Darreen and Shaylah respectively. The girls had no interest in academia, and had only enrolled with the intention of hunting boys with high quality genes. Once they...
The clock ticks inexorably only inches from her head as Carmel awaits the imminent arrival of her master. She stands exactly as instructed, leaning forward to face the empty fireplace, feet slightly apart, grasping the mantelpiece for support. The unaccustomed stance thrusts her up onto her toes, making her wrists ache. At least, thinks Carmel, she can be...
"Ding! Dong!" Molly was standing by the door with her small bag strapped to her shoulder. A close family friend of her mother's had contacted her to watch the house of an acquaintance of theirs that same morning. She was available and needed the extra cash. It was mid-August and most of her friends where away on vacation so the timing was perfect. A quiet we...
Laura dumped her bags unceremoniously on the bed, then collapsed face down into the pillow and screamed silently. Today had not gone well. She was twenty-four years old, and she was sick to death of writing papers, and lit reviews, and never doing anything that felt meaningful. Her novel was going nowhere, she had a demeaning job for anyone, even a grad stud...
My name is Jericho Stanford. I'm a six-foot-tall and rather good-looking young black man living in rural Virginia. I am originally from New York, but ever since I won myself an academic scholarship to an elite Virginian school, I've been living there. The only thing I missed about New York was my boyfriend Manny. My tall, good-looking and well-endowed chocol...
Patrick grunted as his 10 inch cock passed his wife's cervix. It was 12 days since he was last allowed to ejaculate, and now he was pounding her pussy with a vengeance. Francis hooked her legs around his. Beginning her fertile days with the missionary position had become a bit of a tradition over the summer. So was following the act with breakfast in bed. Fr...
The name is Richard Saint-Preux. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular, ruggedly good-looking young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I am a lycanthrope. What you people call werewolves. I am a member of the Sanctus Erebus Clan. One of the largest and most numerous Clans among our kind. We're made up of families who are phi...