My darling lover, Kate and I had been playing erotically since dawn. I had taken my dearest wife's 'TLC coffee,' as she describes my coffee; her special coffee, and I was now sitting astride her statuesque bounteous body with my prick in my hand as I whacked my fisted hand that gripped my large 'British Standard of Excellence' vein-lined meat off. Whilst I w...
You are lying on your back, softly snoring – your scarlet red whore's lips pursed as though in a kiss. I tweak a nipple and you subside a little but you are still snoring. I go to the bathroom and return. You haven't moved – still on your back – still snoring lightly. It has been 3 weeks since I have allowed you to cum. You have served me well by keeping my...
I come home after a long day at work. Luckily, my family will be there waiting for me. My name is Madeline Jean Madison. I'm a Black woman living in the town of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I teach business at the Quebec Technical College or Q.T.C. The life of a middle-aged Black woman in the Confederation of Canada isn't easy but I manage. At forty three,...
Feminazi key holder. "Starting bids at $1 to purchase this man?" That question was the beginning of the end of my life as a free man. I had fallen foul of the new debtor laws. Essentially we had returned to Roman style indentured servitude when made bankrupt. Your debt was sold to the highest bidder and you were their legal property for life. "I bid $1",...
Author's notes: The following is a spin-off to the story "F.A.M.S. Addiction and Recovery" and has ties to "Birth Simulation Kit 01: Instructions" and "The Implant Pt. 02" This piece is for reading amusement only. The business, website, products, and requests are all fiction. ***** FAMS (Female Addiction to Masturbation in Secret) is an incredibly seriou...
She was drop-dead gorgeous, tall and lanky, jeans spray-painted on, and a pale yellow top that left her tan tummy exposed, and her nipples poking. On her head, she had one of those Santa caps. I was walking into Starbucks, slowly, as it was late afternoon, about a week before Christmas, and I was dragging. The morning had been very busy, and this was my firs...
Please note: the following is FICTION. There is no such company and no such products. ***** Men, are you frustrated because your wife or girlfriend is no longer the person she used to be? Perhaps she has gained weight or let herself go? Maybe she doesn't give you the appreciation and respect you deserve, or has terrible mood swings, or has a tendency to n...
Sitting at the table across from Florence Joseph, Sebastien Renard watched her eat. The big and tall young Haitian-American man smiled wistfully. Things were going pretty good. Here she was, having dinner with him and his grandmother Cecilia. Also present were Florence's younger brother and granny. Sebastien played the part of the congenial host, loving ever...
First there is no sex in this story, and it is a first story so beware of armatures. It takes place in the Swarm Cycle universe. The Swarm Cycle is a collection of stories written around a concept introduced by the Thinking Horndog about an alien invasion and Earth's reaction to it. The intent is for it to be a public, multi-author universe after the fashio...
La Playa 5: A Private Dinner edited by Susurrus Sunset was coming on fast as Jonathan and Sarah were admitted through the gate into Steve's private retreat. They were the last of Steve's guests to arrive that evening, and Julie, the resort's Activities Director, greeted them with a smile. "Hi, guys! Welcome!" she greeted, giving each a hug and kiss. Juli...