The red stripes upon his ass had healed before the week concluded. Seven days, one-hundred-sixty-four hours, ten thousand eighty minutes -and, by the end, he was concluded; he wanted to become a non-nondescript toilet slave. Public transportation was used to get his body to her home. He knocked, her door opened. He fell to his knees as instructed, and a fee...
After brutally murdering the piggy bank Heather got enough cash to take her phone to the repair office. On her way back she considered some possibilities and decided to make a few stops at various shops in the downtown. This made her wallet even lighter but the new plan needed some investments. Getting home she had a brief supper, told parents that she needs...
"I was now a shit eater! Upon that realization, even the foul flow of my saliva and shit pooling in my mouth tasted better; it's presence fueled my already steel-hard erection, and she returned. In silence she handcuffed my arms behind me, looped a cord about my ball sac, and clipped a steel chain to it. Tugging on the chain, my balls tightened; "Don't mo...
It had begun earnestly. Nervous, with a newfound erection-harder, longer than any before I had knelt and ate my own shit—and now sitting uncomfortably in my car, a mere thirty second walk from my Mistress' home, my eyes staring at a huge, suburban, middle-class house in one of the richest areas of my city, I hovered between the most intense fear and the mo...
The poppers I can buy at the ABS today are just horrible. They have almost no rush, they smell worse than ever, and you still get all the bad side effects. I thought I'd die after trying them again, I'm not joking. They are that bad. My slight research on this suggests that they pulled the real poppers off the shelf and we are left with substitutes that are...
Confessions, but mostly horny ramblings... So I've got myself down to this. Straight up confessions about my libidinous adventures, and not some piece of fiction, featuring my dirty fantasies, like the one I'm currently working on right now. It'll almost be as if I was talking to myself, though I hope someone will read this and relate at some level. You se...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction, the themes of which include interracial sex, cuckolding, and humiliation. If any of these themes are not to your taste, feel free to stop reading at this point. Part 1 -- Karen Spreads Karen felt the heat overwhelm her as she lay back on the bed. A round drop of sweat rolled down her upper lip. Her forehead gl...
Tim looked over at Lisa. Her eyes were half closed, but she noticed him looking, and her lips curved into a lascivious smile before the pressure from behind surprised her and she shut her eyes in ecstasy, pushing back and raising her ass a little to meet the massive cock burying itself inside her rectum. Tim felt his cock twitch a little, pressed against the...
Father Michael Madigan is an old friend. We grew up together, went to high school together. I went to work selling used cars. He went to divinity school. We were young studs, and fucked anything that walked or crawled. Father Madigan (we call him Mike) decided to become celibate. It must have tough for him because he was the biggest whoremonger I ever met. H...
1986 -Descending Into Darkness The year began well enough. I became a full partner in the practice. In May, Leah and I went down to the city (Manhattan). A Museum of Sex was opening in midtown. To help launch it, the Guggenheim had a special exhibit of feminine undergarments from medieval times to the present. It was a mind-blowing exhibit. I was most fasci...