You read the letter again as the limousine from the regional airport pulls up into the driveway... Dear Robin Nordhal, Hello, you do not know me, but I know you. My name is Randal F. Styles of Jackson, Waverly, Styles, and Kant: LLC. Our firm has had the surreal and sometimes difficult job of representing your estranged great-uncle on your father's side Hor...
Some people have it easy. They’re born lucky, with money, with families that love them, with talents that let them succeed in life and in some rare cases, all of them together. Then there’s the Average Joes. They live normal, yet challenging lives. It’s a daily struggle, but one that’s possible to overcome with enough effort. They make up the the majority of...
It had been a long time that the Complex had inactive. The last activation had been 65.832.212 Years and 23 Hours ago. It had been crushed on this Planet after the fight with the last of the Old Enemies. The Ship was one of the last of its race. The Former Race Necrontyr had been changed into the Necron Race. Now the Necron were more Robot then men. But even...
The three men in the back of the bar had had too much to drink. The cocktail waitress brought them another round anyway; in spite of their crude language and wandering hands, they were really good tippers. Besides, they were regulars and she had balled each of them in the past and she knew that, even drunk, they each could fuck up a storm. But the three men...
Rainer sass seit zwei Stunden in seinem Stammlokal in einer stillen Ecke vor einem allmählich schal werdenden Bier und stierte wütend vor sich hin. Seine Eier taten ihm weh, und das nicht zu knapp. Nicht nur, das sie konstant schmerzten, alle paar Augenblicke spürte er noch dazu einen Stich wie von einer Nadel. Das verdankte er Jennifer, seiner … nun Freundi...
Rebekah and I were going at it at the end of our date. Her parents were out of town, I was visiting from college, and her sister was working the late night shift, not to be expected back home for several hours. So here is the short version: Rebekah and I went out on a date, ending at some crappy movie that neither of us watched - instead we started to fool a...
Harriet’s Hutch, Gotham City Center “Hay boss?” the shop clerk called to the store owner, “Is it me or has there been a run on rubber this past week?” “Rubber, leather, vegan leather, vinyl, wetlook, strap-ons, sex toys, bondage gear…” the owner said looking around the depleted stocks, “Last time I saw something like this was the week before the fetish shop...
In the center of a dark warehouse, five men stood around a table lit by an overhead lamp. Four of the men wore black business suits, the head of an up and coming crime boss in New York with his three bodyguards looking over the goods presented on the table. Across from the table was a man wearing a full body hazmat suit, a representative of Advanced Idea Mec...
Stepping through the front door of the shared lair of the Brotherhood of mutants, Mystique stepped through the door first, sulking with the rest of her teammates following her inside. She was depressed, incredibly so. Her head hung low that her red flowing hair obscured her face and shoulders as she sluggishly made her way inside. Her white silk dress draggi...
You bury your sweaty, seven-and-a-half inch cock inside Carrie’s willing asshole. Her pale flesh shudders with joy, covered in goosebumps as she hisses in delight. Carrie is quite possibly the prettiest girl you’ve ever dated, big brown eyes, long brown hair, thin so her ears poke through it, a great smile, 25 years old, a yoga-teacher who loves wine and dre...