Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Laying on my bed in my room in my mom's trailer, my laptop was set on the table beside me with my webcam aimed where I lay. White, satin, bikini panties were looped around my left ankle. The snug-fitting, stretchy crop top clung to my narrow, smooth chest and left my midriff bare....
Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
I've been having trouble with Charles again about the bedtime thing. Really, it's so silly. Eight o'clock is a sensible time to be under the covers, don't you think? "Mother I'm twenty-two and in graduate school!" he begs me. "It's bad enough that you won't let me go out at night, but couldn't I just sit up and watch Mad Men?" So I made a deal with Char...
Some of Jennifer's friends had told their secret to affording college. They had found sugar daddies, older men who paid for their college tuition and expenses in exchange for sex. Amy, Jennifer's best friend was bedding a local banker and was doing very well indeed. Freed from the financial burden of massive debt from college loans, and with her sugar daddy'...
Dear Shoeblossom: What will happen now? Yesterday, Pebbles summoned me from the closet (I undress and kneel there as soon as I come in from work) and instructed me to put on my pink panties and my pink and purple lacy floral print baby doll nightie and high heels. I walked into the living room, and there was Peb, and her sister Faye, and the six guys in my...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websit...
Soames watched the balding blond man sweat. He looked terribly defeated, kind of like Toby, the Human Resources chap on "The Office." Soames tried to smile--it wasn't in his blood, smiling on command, to make the man feel at ease. "Calvin, just tell me more about yourself. It'll really help in the session." Calvin Sage smiled. "You can call me Cal. All my...
Driving home, Darrell Plunkett certainly hoped that Bootsie had changed her mind. He knew that Bootsie was jealous of Thelma; Darrell's secretary was quite a dish, and sweet and charming in a way that his wife wasn't though of course Bootsie served Darrell's needs well. "You know it depends on you, Darrell." Bootsie had said, smiling the night before. "If y...
Author's note: My idea is for the stories to mostly be 3rd person. However, this section basically has to be second person, so bear with me. *** The box you found was peculiar. Usually, a box didn't come with strange markings. It wasn't made out of exotic materials that seemed to defy normal physical behavior. Boxes were usually cardboard or wood. They held...
Prabu obediently was sucking away on Goddess Glitter's plastic schlong, the biggest she had. He hoped she wasn't upset with him, but even the great job he was doing with the slurping didn't seem to get a smile on her face. "Enough!" Glitter grabbed Prab's mop of ink black hair and pulled him off the dildo. It was such a gorgeous thing, hanging from the...