Maximillian Cornwallis swung the dull grey blade of his machete, cleaving a narrow path through the dense vines in his way. Though he had sharpened its edge the night before, every slice dulled the edge a fraction and made the next chopping motion incrementally more difficult. His right arm ached from the hours of strenuous effort, but he didn't trust his le...
I woke up and I was sucking that realistic dildo cock like a soother and it was so weird and right and made me smile as I pulled it out trying to make my lips do the pop you can do sometimes with suckers. I giggled and did it a few more times then pumped it in and out of my mouth trying to get that dick lips feeling going on. That's a sexy sissy trick, all...
Hi. To all of you who follow me or comment or like my writing, a big thanks. It's just nice to see that I have found some kindred spirits here... people who don't mind a little alien fun. So... back to Sloan and Octnavin. This chapter is short, sorry about that. But there is more to, um, ah, come. Cheers. ~M. From C.M. Moore. *** *Chapter 10* Not dead y...
"It won't hurt," she says. "It'll feel just like a kiss." I don't listen. I'm on the other side of the room, as far away from her as I can get. I'm not looking at her. I'm not even looking in her general direction. I'd turn around and look at the wall, but I'm scared to turn my back on her, even though I know she can't get out of those manacles...and even t...
Maddie shakes me awake and when I glare up at her furiously, she is wearing an expression of utter panic. "What?" I ask as I sit up in bed quickly. "You have to see this." Maddie insists and drags me downstairs to the living room where the television is playing a special broadcast. I feel all the color drain from my face as I see Fynn and Gaius from the c...
...And then it was morning. Light shone through partially open blinds onto Larissa's nude form. She calmly underneath her bedsheets, sleeping deeply. The events of the previous night were forgotten to her; she'd get what she wished for, even if she didn't know what was coming. Anything and everything she would want, no matter how sexual, could become a reali...
For a week after the blow job incident that I wrote about in Cindy's Awakening, Troy spent nearly every day at our house. He knew now that I was watching him, he saw my eyes drift to his crotch when the others weren't looking. He saw the hunger in my eyes, and the wetness on my lips as I licked them. Every night that he was at our place, I would sneak out o...
Ella had cautioned him about weddings. More importantly, how busy and frustrating wedding planning could be. He cautioned her that she had a ready and willing man to do anything she asked. He wasn't the usual fiancé, he said. He was her petitioning slave. Jim took care of the arrangements as she saw fit. His office and hers were a buzz of delight and expect...
I want to thank Jerry Olson yet again for his skilled editing. This story was written one night when I was in a dark mood. Joanna AKA Tigcub * Joe strolled down the back ally as though he were walking through a summer hayfield. It was a horrible neighborhood, a very dangerous side of town. Nonetheless he ambled along kicking some garbage lightly out of his...
You go to the fridge, dragging the door open, as the conversation continues loudly behind you. Laughter rings out over the clamor of the television and you draw four cold long-neck beers from the crisper, set them on the small silver tray you were given for your hostess duties this evening, and with a pop-pop-pop-pop the caps are all neatly removed and disca...