Woolen clouds jostled and shoved above the path that led away from Mont Clare. Scattered spears of sunlight broke through gloriously and faded, playing tag with the squalls of rain that squabbled their way to the hidden horizon. Luc's own spirit mirrored the land. One moment illuminated, full of the determination to do what was Right, the next battered by t...
The holiday season was in full swing. When Charity was at home in St. Louis for Thanksgiving, Kay and Bobby had their annual Turkey Leftovers party. It was a tradition they'd started a decade ago — a day-after-Thanksgiving orgy that always featured writhing naked bodies smeared with warm pumpkin pie filling, cranberry sauce and turkey gravy. Clean up was a b...
(This one’s considerably longer than most of my recent stories. If there are situations or implements or dialogue that seem a little dated – or writing that seems stilted – that’s only because I wrote the story some time ago. I only just found it again, buried in a pile of old stuff. As usual, your feedback is welcome. Enjoy! – defiant^1) ***** With one th...
The body mod charity had been a great success for Mike and Jess. They have raised a lot of money for charities and as their creations appeared in some bigger tattoo magazines so their publicity increased and let several new customers into their shop. Jess was very happy when she thought back on the last year. But she also had to prepare for the next events:...
My wife's friend Emily approached her about a charity event she was involved in. It consisted of a dinner and auction where people would bid on clothing worn by volunteer models on stage. As each article of clothing was auctioned off, the model would remove it for the audience. The men would strip down to a pair of boxers. The women would strip down to som...
"She just appeared there, like a scary groupie or something?" I interjected, for clarification. "No no, it wasn't like that. She called first and asked if I minded if I would like a visitor. She was very thoughtful and all that. "I was theoretically prepared for a visitor by the time she actually was at the door. In reality I was a complete mess. My mind...
[No, how can this be. I saw you killed. I buried your body myself.]-I tackled her to the ground-[Answer me damn it.] "Amee was my twin sister." [Master, please, don't hurt her] Trinity begged of me. I transformed back to my human self. "What is your name?" "My name is Ambrosia, but most just call me Amber." "What do you want?" "I'm here for you Rain."...
**Disclaimer, all people places and events in this story are completely fictional and made up by me. This story contains the following elements: non-consent, dominant shemales, spiked drinks, shemales/transgenders being the penetrative partner to males, many terms used which are derogatory both in general and specifically to trans-gendered individuals. Pleas...
It was 7a.m.on a beautiful Sunday morning in the quiet Yorkshire village of Emmerdale Jimmy King thrust his penis as far as he could into Nicola's pussy. Their pubic hairs meshed as with this final effort, Jimmy ejaculated deep into her. Collapsing on top of her, Jimmy gently kissed her forehead and whispered 'that was great, Nico, I love you." Punching h...
At the beginning of Ch.02 I had mentioned my Scottish Blackening before my marriage with boot polish under finger and toe nails and disgusting stuff poured over me and how after the leaving gunging in Ch. 01 I realised I had a gunging fetish. Despite the kinky goings on in Ch. 03, where I had enjoyed a beating. I still had a secret desire to be messed up a...