Prologue: My name is Alexi Mercer. The camera panned to show a devastated post-apocalyptic New York City. A team of soldiers in black gas masks made their way across the devastate landscape. All around them were creeping red and black tendrils and what looked like used condoms and way too many cum stains. I'm the reason for all this. The camera angle...
"So, that's it. The new contract for Robert and me in our new life of bondage to you. I rather like it, in fact. It's making me wet, just thinking of how much we're both your sluts now. My hubby and I. We belong to you for life, by our own agreement. We will gladly serve you, as this contract stipulates, Master," Lindsay assured me, her silky hands caressing...
When I began my quest for new sexual adventures, I swore off pursuing married women. Remember that I had been looking for a companion that wanted to share 18 holes with me as well as her three. But, since I was golfing with Lynn, the illicitness of screwing a married woman rattled around in my mind and testicles. I had a chance or two during my marriage that...
As Darrell entered the Ballroom, he saw a skirmish going on... "Why, Kimber, why can't I just go to my support group, ma'am?" a pudgy fellow in an alligator shirt was pleading of a frosty blonde. "You told me I could go if I scrubbed the garage, and drank a quart of your urine...now you've changed your mind just because your girlfriends stood you up." "Cedr...
A princess housewife finds it useful in many ways to have a sissy house boy in her home. But the husband insists on a precautionary measure. Before Maria came into my life, I was just drifting. I was a West Texas slut boy, whose sole purpose in life was to find the next cock to suck. I'd seen her around the apartment complex, but had no interaction till tha...
She should have left well enough alone. Never realizing how good she had it, a bitchy, spoiled wife wants more and gets less. My Dearest Isaac, With you always so busy, instead of talking to you in person, which is what I'd prefer to do, I'm writing this letter to you because we see one another so infrequently lately. Moreover, with so much to discuss and...
Isn't it wonderful how when everything in life is going smoothly for you some idiot will come along and try to stuff it up and everything changes after that. I had a decent job, a nice house and, until recently, a nice girlfriend. The decision to break up was mutual, and neither of us was particularly put out about it. Just one of those things. We wanted di...
Larry Jones (56) and his wife of 35 years Shirley (54) had been looking forward to the month long cruise. After all the boarding facilities had been completed, they made their way to the bar at the stern of the ship, to watch the sail out of New York. A band played music, the sun shone, and flags waved, and on time the 90,000 tonne cruise ship with its 1300...
Don't you just hate fetishes? I know I do. Being a slave to what you like and practically creaming your pants in the presence of this fetish. To give some context to my suffering, my name is Kayle, I'm a Futanari, my balls are the size of oranges, and I LOVE being hit in them. But I hate having this fetish. Not for practical reasons, like worrying about per...
Beneath the requiem lies eloquent verses; its tenants transgress while in mourning. Yet bequeathed of its passerby’s there are dormant cries that echo. I am there among them. We envision plains and grains of gold dancing westward into the receiving winds. We can hear thunder of past and present as they come together in a splendid display of courage and con...