The jungle outside the smoking remains of the crashed spaceship teemed with life. Charred metal was strewn through the exotic undergrowth. The automatic fire suppressant system slowly oozed to a stop, those robotic arms which had survived Galileo 12's impacted into the uncharted planet discharged the last of the CO-laced foam and retreated into protected pod...
Craig had let me slide down so my legs were wrapped around his hips, my arms around his neck and my chest tight to his as he ran through the suburban homes and yards towards his house. "How much farther?" "Another mile." My body was on fire, my nipples were like diamonds scraping across the hard planes of his bare chest, my soaking wet sex bouncing above h...
Pumping. Thumping. Jumping. The sun shone on the fields and on the grass as Kirsten jumped and swang and swirled in the mass of all the other revellers at the festival. Around her the sounds of trance and house bounced and beat and thumped and pumped, as she and the others jumped and boogied and grooved and moved. Behind her and on both sides was a sea of d...
[tape hiss, static, tape hiss, voice] To tell you the truth, the God's honest truth, I never wanted to go down there. Not for the life of me. It was Beth's fault; she was the one that boosted my ego, that pumped me up to go down those creaking, rotting stairs into the abyss of the cellar of 3 Haskell Street. 3 Haskell Street was a run down building, long a...
Laurie had a secret! Underneath her shiny pantyhose and soft panties was a cock. She was not a girl, but this was not Laurie's secret either. It was something entirely different! She liked to dress like a slut in shiny fetish clothes and boots. She wore way too much makeup and always went for the shiniest, brightest and sluttiest shade of lip gloss. Yes she...
Part One Where is that Bitch Hiding I'm Charles. A car rammed our car at a stop sign. My wife got whiplash, I got Post Traumatic Stress Disorder among other things; luckily our daughter and son was not with us at the time. The PTSD really fucked with my head. Subtle changes in personality occurred. Psyche traits that were minimally acted upon became promin...
This is a serial fantasy story from the point of view of a painfully shy, under developed cuckold, about how a rich black Alpha male opens up the cuckold's very first serious love, and brings him and his puckish, but equally shy and physically under developed fiancée, into a long term polygamous living arrangement with the Alpha male's beautiful and dignifie...
A man is ordered to present his charms to a wealthy woman. "Excuse me Ma'am." "Yes?" Even though he was enormously agitated by the sudden turn of events the strong suppressant still worked efficiently, allowing for only an indistinctly red shade to be visible in his handsome face, noticeable only by the most attentive of aficionados. Only moments ago his...
This is a narrative from a man's point of view about the exposure to Agent Orange and the resulting effects it has on his life over time. It is told only from his point of view, there is no overt sex and I deliberately did not use any dialog between the persons involved. My only thought is to show the conflicts I imagine might be in his mind and express it i...
"Well, it looks like we have a winner, or should it be looser? HAHA, ok folks, our next puppy slave is going to be cheerleader number 4, Meri." The announcer had drawn out the selection for a little bit, to get the crowd excited and make the girls chained to the examination frames squirm a bit more from nervous fear. When Meri's name was called, however, the...