This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Being an asshole is not so much a matter of anatomy as one of social consciousness. ***** (Where we left off) "Bitch, did you just Taser my fiancé?" Orlando's...
This chapter is still sort of a work in progress – there were two additional scenes I originally planned for it, but because of the severe lateness in getting it out, they were bumped to the last and final chapter. So my apologies for such a short (and relatively sex free I might add) chapter, but I promise that the last chapter will make up for it, as well...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Editing by shyqash finally in an official capacity plus many allies* *Victory is neither pointless, fleeting, nor soon forgotten. It is yours.* (Tuesday Morning) Sexual addiction is somewhat like military service. It requires you to be alert to your surroundings, think o...
Saturday morning, the weather was somewhat overcast. Some of the group were disappointed, others thought a milder day on the beach after several sunny ones was a good change. Sans-culotte stood up and repeated his invitation to watch the Bastille Day parade in the suite he and Stepan were now sharing with two women. Some immediately said they would be there....
SLAVE Note: I have no idea if a resort like the one in this chapter actually exists, but damn I'd love to go if it did! If you haven't read the previous chapters, I'd suggest you do, as it would help to understand the characters better. This story is about a bisexual man who has completely submitted to his Mistress. It contains scenes where he has sex with...
I rolled over in bed and groaned. My head throbbed, and pounded. Hangovers are the worst, I need to stop drinking with my friends. I rolled onto my back and rubbed my eyes. I lay there staring at the ceiling trying to remember what happened last night. My head hurt something terrible. I blinked and sat up a bit. I looked around and couldn't recognize my su...
The Southgate Video Store is a local landmark in my neighborhood. Originally, it had been a general video store with tapes of all descriptions. But as the demand for x-rated videos continued to increase, the store gradually changed to exclusively handle triple-X tapes, magazines, and adult toys of all kinds. I was off work while I recovered from a nervous br...
*Note - This stand alone story is part of our continuing (mostly true) adventures in the world of swinging. Chapter 13: House Party! For all of the adventures that Anne and I had experienced so far in the wild world of swinging, meeting with couples at hotels, going to clubs, having dudes sweat profusely on my wife, we had never had the opportunity to at...
I had always thought my High School creative writing teacher was joking when he claimed to be a hunted terrorist. I actually had no reason to doubt his story, aside from the fact that it sounded ludicrous. He was of medium height, medium weight, medium build, medium rare, with a black beard that barely covered his chin and thin lips; it was more of a ten PM...
Katie reluctantly pealed open her eyes and tried to ease the morning sun shining right into them. She shut her eyes, stretched and yawned. A refreshing wave of peace and relaxation came over her and she wanted to nestle back into sleep smothered in her blankets. Her eyes opened again, hoping it was pouring rain so she could have an excuse to just lay around...