Life is hell and then you die. That's my outlook on things most of the time, and it's got to change. My name is Timothy Joseph. Friends call me T.J. I'm a big and tall, dark-skinned and rugged young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Every day, I'm basically trying to make it in this life. I work as a security guard a...
"Hey, wait a minute," Williams said as the five men put their penises back in their pants and zipped themselves up. "We had her consent; you punks don't." "We don't fuckin' care!" said the boys' leader. "Give us the bitch, or you're all dead." The four boys walked towards the teachers with clenched fists. Camilla wiped the come from her eyes. The naked gir...
"Lady, shall I lie in your lap?" Akemi asked Camilla as she lay down at Camilla's feet. "No, my lord," Camila answered, affecting maidenly modestly. "I mean, my head upon your lap?" Akemi asked. "Ay, my lord," Camilla answered. "Do you think I meant CUNT-ry matters?" Akemi asked. "I think nothing, my lord," Camilla answered, again, affecting bashfulness...
Camilla got home from Bates Massage around 11:30 PM and saw Candice, in an elegant black brassiere and matching panties, waiting for her on the living room sofa. "Really," Camilla said as she began stripping naked by the front door. "You should be a stripper, Candice. You have the body for it." "Really?" Candice asked, looking at herself front and back, wi...
*This story is written by Dice Casden and Kristi as apart of our D&K Universe Collection* **Pour some sugar on me...Oh, in the name of love.. Pour some sugar on me...C'mon fire me up...Pour some sugar on me...Oh, I can't get enough...I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet...** * With 'Pour Some Suga On Mer' by Def Leppard playing, a montage of the...
December 2019 "Let's go-oooo..." Anya Taylor-Joy told me in a sing-song voice as she leaned her head to the side. "What for?" I asked, only pausing long enough to say it. Then I went right back to kissing her along the neck. "Because the party has already started," Anya said while looking up at the ceiling, desperately trying to resist the urge to get bac...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974...
Thanks to kash for helping me correct on my own. ( Its been a while since Kendra died. My fight against Mirko was this Saturday. I put everything deep down. The girls were always asking me do want to talk about it. I never did. I kept everything bottled up. I found a new trainer. His name is Ken. He was a cage fighter, great too. He was their at the begi...
Copyright © 2011, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. There is no need to read 'WrestleMom Ch.01 & Ch.02' as everything relevant to this story is explained at the start, though it is recommended as you will have a better understanding of what's going on. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Everyone in this story is at least eighteen-years-old. Thanks for...
This is a work of fiction. Any likeness to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. No real locations were used in this story. No One was harmed in the making of it. I don’t condone rape, or anything that brings anyone harm at any time. This is purely Fantasy and probably shouldn’t be read by anyone….ever. All persons depicted in this story are fictional...