I went to see the girl of my parents' choice, a bit reluctantly, as she was a village girl. I was born and brought up in a city and all that was known to me about a village was that people were poor there and lacked in education. My parents told me that they had been to their house and spoken to the girl and it's definitely not what I had an impression about...
Breastfeeding. Tis a wonderful thing. Now as a man, I realise that saying such a thing might see me mistaken for a perve and a creep. Hell, it's pretty hard for a guy to espouse any praise for the natural act of a woman feeding an infant by the boob, as the natural assumption is that most guys can't separate their base sexual feelings from an appreciation o...
***** Disclaimer: The characters of this story are fictional, though based off of real people from the author's personal experiences. The events portrayed are also pure fantasy for the reading pleasure of the reader. Enjoy! ****** ***** Jimmy Murdoch was soon to be going off to college as a freshman and also perform as a football jock; the 2nd string quart...
**** It is 1917 in the heat of the Russian Revolution. Artist and free love advocate Natasha Sokolov is the lover of revolutionary leader Borya Petrov. Tonight, Natasha comforts Borya, who again is unable to sleep. He suckles at her nipple, drifting into a peaceful dream-state where he relives the excitement and comfort of his life long breast fetish.**** T...
The fact that we had already decided to attend the same university made the decision to date Rick much easier. He, the twins, and I were all so close that there would've been a very real temptation to let that closeness wield undue influence on our choice of institution, so we had agreed that we would discuss the matter only with our parents and siblings, ma...
In the last chapter, I described how Doreen got to know Sharee, Barbara and Judy. They basically had a live sex show in Sharee's game room. Doreen came home and described in vivid detail how the ladies were fucked and fucked by the black men. The men were all friends of Raymond. I suppose Raymond had fathered so many kids with white wives, that he had called...
In the kingdom of Pendragon, slavery is a burgeoning industry. Anyone can end up as one if they aren't strong or lucky enough. Slaves can be purchased, sold, and traded legally by anyone with the right business sense and magic. Slaves cannot be freed and are at the mercy of their current owner. Often kept naked to denote their sub-human status, some are cher...
I'm a freak. You see, I have a fetish for motherhood - specifically young motherhood, the kind epitomized by bloated tummies and breastfeeding. I don't know where it began, especially since I feel no conscious attraction to my own mother. Sure, my obsession had to come from some dark part of my psyche - just look at the libraries of incriminating evidenc...
Jennifer looked impatiently at the clock. She was getting highly agitated with her breast pump wishing now she would of gotten a mechanical one. Her engorged breast was filled to a bursting point with the abundance of milk she had. The breast pump was only producing a trickle, which was not enough. She was about in tears. Damn she was pissed. She hated every...
Wandering the streets of New Orleans, I guess they are called rues here, I am as depressed as the hurricane beaten neighborhood through which I stroll. The ornate sarcophaguses are further reminiscent of my meaningless life. Born in an up and coming neighborhood, I abandoned the cultural expectations to strive for power and greed by embarking on a spiritual...