It was the longest 10 minutes of his life... Author's note (not part of word count): this is my submission for the 750 Word Project, wherein we try to write a complete story in exactly 750 words, the minimum allowed for posting on Lit. This is necessarily very tongue-in-cheek. Although frivolous, please vote and comment. It is how I know how well I am doing...
My slave walks in. He is looking at the floor, bowing his head, unable to meet my eyes. He has been very bad this week. He spoke to me in an inappropriate manner. Today he will pay for this sin during our weekly discipline training session. "Hello, Mistress." He mumbles. "I didn't hear you. Say it again, louder." "Hello, Mistress." "Much better." I pat...
The first time I met Tracy and Samantha was a drunken night in Detroit. They were living with a pimp named Walter. Walter was a mean mother fucker. He was bald with a gold hoop in one ear and a giant scar across his face. Tracy and Samantha looked good then. They were draped over some rich car salesman's knee. I only met them because my boy Rodney owed Walte...
"When the government's boot is on your throat, whether it is a left boot or a right, is of no consequence." ― Gary Lloyd "Handjobs! What supremely beautiful fuck invented these release valves on hellish servitude?!" Mike Oxhard silently pondered, as the six-foot tall, charcoal cherub pounded the middle of his swollen staff, while the Asian exotic dancer pa...
©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved *A note: First I want all of you Family Ritual fans to remember THIS WAS A DREAM! I dreamt the beginning and the end, so none of this is about my own spiritual or religious beliefs. IT WAS JUST A DREAM! With that said -- Here is the Ritual. We have one more chapter after this. Enjoy! Angelface195 *** The Cassidy's...
What would it be like if she could be here with me? This may not be a luxury hotel, but it is good enough for me. In fact, this hotel room is larger and better than my tiny studio apartment; all this hotel room lacks is the storage space. Yet something is missing, something which has gnawed at me throughout this long, long weekend: ...someone with whom I...
"When the government's boot is on your throat, whether it is a left boot or a right, is of no consequence." ― Gary Lloyd "Handjobs! What supremely beautiful fuck invented these release valves on hellish servitude?!" Mike Oxhard silently pondered, as the six-foot tall, charcoal cherub pounded the middle of his swollen staff, while the Asian exotic dancer pa...
"Aggghhhh!" Scott moaned as he shot his cum into the soft warm mouth of his wife, Melissa. They'd just finished watching the tape he'd made earlier that day of him fucking one of his students up the ass in exchange for a better grade. "Oh my God! That was fucking fantastic!" His paralyzed wife smiled and licked the corners of her mouth. Melissa had lost...
After their quick but very satisfying encounter in the storage area, it was difficult for Sam and Woody to function at work the next day. Woody wore the blue plaid boxer shorts under his pants that Sam had given him the day before. His cock bounced around in a semi erect state all day as he walked around the bar, giving him a prominent basket. Woody got seco...
It started off being longer but I thought the story also a good fit for the 750 word format so here it is cut down a little. * Mary and Ciara thought they got a good deal when Fred took the third slot in their shared student house. His presence made them feel safer, he seemed to have an endless supply of energy for chopping wood for the log burner and he s...