Aspen checked the address twice when she finally reached the home located near the top of a low mountain in Northwest Arkansas. The wooden mailbox had the correct address, but the path from the road led to a beautiful multi-level home with large paneled windows in the front, a balcony with a small table and two chairs on the next level, and a double-door ent...
Chapter 5 The Grim Reaper Strikes The slave was in pain now. Her arms, having been shackled above her head for several hours, ached with a burning pain that was rivaled only by the spasming cramps attacking her legs. The central heating was on now, raising the temperature significantly. Sweat covered her body, mixing with, surprisingly, the juices leaking...
A volcanic outpouring of CFNM material in this story, my friends, more than you would find in any other work of fiction. I suggest, therefore, that you read it in bite-size chunks, a bit at a time. I can testify to its truthfulness, if not its truth: there was a lot going on in colonial India during World War One, most of the white male folk away in the Euro...
Note: I'm not exactly sure why this client came to see me because he didn't ask questions and nor did he seem to be seeking advice. I think that perhaps he simply wanted to unload to someone and if that is the case it is very understandable because the tale he told was unpleasant to say the least. Starting with bullying and forced oral gay activity, it dete...
I stepped outside and did what I thought I wouldn't do again; I called Finn. "Marly," he purred into the phone with the warmth of a hungry tiger to a mouse. "Finn. It's business. Nothing personal." "Our mutual business is always personal. But as long as you have an open case I'm involved with, you're not going to let it get personal. That's the only reas...
Angie Jones was lounging around the living room in her bra and panties as she did so often on these warm humid nights. Stan, her husband had been gone for several weeks now. His air wing was deployed for the second time since the war in Iraq began back in 2003. "I hate this war." She muttered to herself. "What did you say Mom?" Audrey Jones, Angie's daugh...
Hi, my name is Tom Graham, I am 29, an architect, working out of an office in deepest Clerkenwell in the City of London. With a reasonable knowledge of the French language I get the pleasure of occasional visits to our Paris office, and it was on one of these calls, to interview some new staff, that I met, and slept with, the delectable Lisa Andrews, a stewa...
This is the tale of a witness to the events chronicled in the tale of Miss Pepperidge, parts one and two. It occurred in the world of Templeton College, so compellingly described by Charles Petersunn. This tale is told with the approval and support of author Petersunn. == == == == == == == == == == Mai Corn stumbled a little as she walked from her plain-si...
Chapter 1: Captured Cannons fired all along the ship as I ran across the under deck of the ship. Our ship's cannons were good but not enough. The captain of the ship was a blasted idiot and hadn't even waited until the ship's starboard side cannons were lined up with the pirate ship that had come upon us. It had come completely out of nowhere, out of a fog...
It had been quite some time since I had stopped in the club. Not that I didn't crave the pain I could infect on one of the sweet young things that came to the club. I craved it more now then I ever did a few years ago. But due to relocation of my job I had to leave the city and I couldn't find a club that catered to my needs. Now I was back and I was chompin...