At the request of a reader who was kind enough to offer both feedback and a plot suggestion, I have this to say: Chris entered Room 834 at the Palmer House Hilton and was immediately overcome by a stench he knew all too well. An assistant manager of the venerable Chicago hotel, he had been summoned to the room by the head of housekeeping a few minutes after...
Late afternoon light broke through a crack in the curtains and streamed across her bed. Catherine awoke, felt the warmth of the sunlight, felt simply delicious. Stretching in the luxurious covers, she was completely refreshed and rejuvenated as if she had just spent a week at an expensive spa. She giggled to herself when it dawned on her that in fact, her la...
Randy turned his lounge chair a little to the right to face the sun and sat down. He plugged in his mp3 player ear pieces and turned on a mellow mix of old hits from Jimmy Buffet, The Eagles and others. He kept the back of the chair up about halfway so he could reach and drink his margarita without problem. "Another day in paradise," he laughed to himself. O...
Four Generations of Help or Alzheimer's as Story-helper A story by XXscribbler Jerry was the only man at the table -- or in the house - at the moment, all the other males having gone off on a shopping expedition that would include lunch and most likely take the entire afternoon. Midmorning now, and the homebodies were seated in the big kitchen, con...
Apparently I was off my meds when I wrote this one. Before the critics start wailing, this story could have been in several categories. I picked Loving Wives, but hey I could be wrong. Ok the legal shit, nobody is underage, if anyone resembles some person living or dead or in between well thats too bad, cause it is FICTION. Yeah its too short, of course its...
Morganstown was your average all-American town, in your average part of the Midwest. It was a place where neighbours waved to each other in the street, even if they hated each other; a place where white picket fences ran around yards, and front doors remained unlocked. Sure, there was probably a disgruntled old hick with a sawn off ready as rain to blast you...
VERY MUCH A PARODY... 50% SATIRICAL SARCASM... 50% OVER THE TOP TRASHY HUMOR... 100% PURE FUCKED UP FILTH... NOT REAL AT ALL... PURELY FOR PERVERTED ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY... PEACE Episode 01 : Welcome To The New Playboy Playboy Mansion... Holmby Hills... "TAKE IT, BITCH! FUCK! TAKE THAT DICK! FUCK YEAH!" "GOD!! FUCK ME, BABY! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!! UH...
Two years had passed since Jasminda, then a young novice submissive at Hanson House, had been presented to Mr Amin Al-Assad. That was almost two years since she had been sold to a Master as personal property. The young Filipina sometimes had to pinch herself to believe the life she'd been given. "Sold" – Jas often thought about that concept. She knew it was...
I woke up to my girlfriend slowly bobbing on my cock, licking around the head then teasing the slit before slurping it back into her mouth, trying to suck my balls through the shaft. "That's a hell of a way to wake up." before realizing I couldn't move my arms. "What the fuck?" and twisted to see that she'd cuffed them to the bedposts. Through my struggles,...
Chapter 7: Julie Pays the Bills, Part II I was awakened the morning by my dick. More accurately, my brain was stirred to alertness by sensations being transmitted to it by my dick. Julie had woken up first, and decided that she would wake me up with a blow job. If I could invent an alarm clock that could do that, I'd be richer than Bill Gates. She looked...