Sandra laughed drunkenly as Karen fumbled with the keys to her front door, struggling momentarily before finding the right one and sliding it home into the deadbolt. With a turn and a click Sandra was then led inside the sexy redhead's suburban house, noting how neat and tidy the place was while the lusty lady closed and locked the door once more behind them...
Glurthag was a warrior. Under the pale light of the stars, he thought about tomorrow's war party. He needed to hunt a beast and bring back its meat to earn his spot on the party. Otherwise he'd remain with the women and children and other peons. He was no peon. He had found his mark. A wild warg making a bed for itself, digging out a hole. He approached car...
Stave I The noise, the time of night, the attending drama, are so typical of her -- of both of them! It takes a special kind of nerve to barge in on someone's dream, and at such an hour. Dreams are escape. Dreams need time to play out. In mine, I hold him tightly, so tightly that neither the bracing wind against my face nor the icy cold of the starry nigh...
Author's note: In this story, a loving wife arranges a young woman for her husband to fuck and she gets aroused watching him fucking someone else. Christ! What kind of a clitless cuck(quean) is she? What kind of a wimpy pussy of a wife gets her kicks watching husband fucking a young slut? No wonder marriage as an institution is in crisis when wives don...
I. Just Another Day of Lisa Stingray Author's Note: the first story from "The Island" series where we met Lisa. *** It was dusk when the girl entered the park and headed to the playground. At this late October evening, the park looked abandoned though there were enough lampposts and the illumination was excellent. The girl knew that there should be nobody...
Vex. That was the word an occult priest had given Sammy. Vex. It was a fitting word for the frustration of her life. She couldn't remember anything before her vampirism. And she could barely remember that. She had vague dreams and foggy recollections of drug injecting needles, of a female face standing over with a look of pity. Beyond that she had nothing...
Ch 10: Reunion, Remorse, Revenge and Reconciliation Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person...