Rick Smith was surprised by the text message he had received earlier in the evening. It had read: "Meet me at the shop tomorrow at 8:00 AM. Lori." The shop she referred to was an outdoor supply store, geared mostly for hunting, and Lori was the owner, along with her husband Chris. They had been running the place since Lori's dad, who had started it, passed a...
We sat at the kitchen table, having a quick breakfast before we left for our respective jobs. Patti was checking her make-up and I was trying to finish my coffee, as well as the sports section, before I hit the road. "How long is your cock, Matt?" she asked. I avoided the spray of coffee all over the table like you see in the slapstick comedies, but some ca...
I woke up when she whipped the cover off the cage. I had been able to curl up enough to sleep on my side but when I tried to move I was very stiff. She opened the cage door and I backed out. She told me to go take a nice long shower and that my clothes would be on the bed when I finish. She was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a yellow blouse and looked like...
My wife and I had just left from our initial meet with a potential lover for her. We had found him via a website; he was very clean cut, young black fellow and a college student at the local university. We had met him at an out of the way restaurant in a town not far from us to minimize the potential of running into people we may know. To meet us, you would...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *When our ancestor committed the first murder, was it rage, or fear that drove them to the deed?* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologiz...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting lesbian sex and humiliation. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely co...
There was something wrong with Roland's dream. The fact that he was even aware that he was dreaming should have been proof enough, though that was merely the delirious prelude to the true terror to come. His head turned like he was underwater, his vision sweeping across the hazy landscape that surrounded him like a fog of indistinct colors. He was... in...
Sometimes I can't help but wonder, is this all a dream? Is all of this truly happening in my life? How can I NOT when all of these... amazing things, have been happening to me, in one raunchy incident after another. It just all seems so strange... But what is most strange of all; Is how I'm actually starting to ENJOY these... no... CRAVE these things that h...
Special thanks to my editor-Hatsuda- This is a story about a knock-out teenage who is the gleam in her father's eye. It involves a wealthy and powerful uncle and his obsession to have her. In this chapter she encounters her first monster cock. ***** My uncle Peter is the most repulsive and hideous man on the face of this earth. Not only is he ruthless...
Author's Note: This story picks up where 'Behind the Steel Door' left off. I tried to make this story stand-alone but if you are a stickler for detail and connections like I am you may want to read my others first. On the other hand if you would prefer to dive right in, allow me to try to catch you up. In the story thus far, Alice and her best friend Candi...