Claire Recounts her upbringing and perspective on what happened with Jack. I have tried to avoid the typical and often boring error of just recounting events from a different point of view. The reader begins to gain an appreciation of what makes Claire tick. Is she truly a sub? New readers of this series should read the previous three chapters. Because this...
Cherry woke to the soft feel of Rashad's hands stroking her dark hair. She struggled to focus after the previous evening's lust filled adventures. He leaned in to kiss her. She returned the kiss to his playful, smiling face. "Michelle called. Breakfast is in a half an hour next door. We have to leave for practice and we'll be gone all day. We'll catch up wi...
"Where is Arvind?" the man at the door shouted. He must have been about seventy years old. He was wearing a shirt and a dhoti, which is a white cloth worn around the waist in South India and covers the lower part of the body all the way down to the toes. Saroja heard the noises outside and came rushing from the kitchen. Who was this asking for her husband s...
Love is an enigma that can't be fully defined. Poets and philosophers write about it. People are willing to bet their very existence on it. Every race and culture throughout history embrace it. It is the driving force of all mankind. Science says it's nothing more than chemistry or hormones, and the faithful claim it's a gift from God. As for myself, I've...
The night passed by, and Veronica and I spent more time around each other. We learned a lot about each other, after our previous night together we made a very delicious brew of coffee, which is how I found out about her love of morning coffee and a single cigarette. I've never smoked, but seeing her with one in hand while drinking coffee felt very right. I o...
The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home. I wrote this story for HeyAll's "On the Job" themed event. It is my first time participating in suc...
Deep down in the cavernous bowels of Bánánach Hole, the cacophonous clangour of a skirmish already in progress rang throughout the multitude of prehistoric burrows. From out of the shadows, a glint of silver arced horizontally through a legion of reanimated skeletal warriors, hewing through their ancient bones and decrepit armour like they were constructed f...
Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
Copyright Andyhm. 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years...
Nathan behind me, his breath on my neck, the moist tip of his stiffened cock pushing between my buttock cheeks. Near hysterical. I shook my head frantically, roaring a useless refusal into my gag. The more I protested, the higher they hauled me. I kicked my bare legs, twisted and thrashed. They hoisted me higher and his lips pressed against my rump, his ton...