This is a story about four people; critics paid to criticize other people's work. For years they've given their honest opinions on books of every genre they ever reviewed. Some reviews have been nice, others have been brutal. On the subject of horror, each showed no mercy on the writers who worked their fingers to the bone to create a masterpiece. Most of th...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. *** Anger, boiling anger like nothing I had ever felt before washed over me. After realising my girl, my perfect pet wasn't just dancing on the floor but was allowing herself to be defiled the anger ripped through me stealing my breath and piercing my heart. I could see the panic...
Second part of 'Smoking Mistress' series. Can be read alone but story is enhanced if you read part one first. ***** The haze of smoke and perfume hung over me, taunting my cock and making every breath loaded with Christina's scents. She now closed the lid of the box and strutted away, leaving me cuffed and helpless and on a limited oxygen budget. If she di...
Jaime woke in the morning light alone in the bed. Brienne was back in her nightshirt, stoking the fire. It made him smile. "Good morning, ser," he said. Brienne started, dropping the poker to the floor. "Good morning," she said hastily as she righted the tool, making sure it was on the hook at the hearth. "I have duties, but you can sleep, if you choose."...
"I just dropped the little one off at the nursery." Amanda sat in her parked car, speaking into the receiver of her phone. She had a round face, brunette hair with dull blonde streaks. "Gonna try and get a workout in." "Okay, hun," the voice said. "I'll be home later. We're tweaking some things in my defense." Amanda didn't respond. She just held the phone...
Prologue Horst Wessel considered himself a brave man. He seldom experienced fear, having become adept at avoiding situations likely to put him to the test. Instead, he sought those which guaranteed him power, and exploited them to the utmost. Tonight though, things had not begun well. Not well at all. As he left the tenement in which he lived, there had b...
* Author's notes: Eddy is a colorful character and he takes liberties with the language... * Written English does not support "twin speak" very well... ------------------------------------------------- Eddy's Garage Ch 1 Part one of five: Eddy meets Leia and her daughters If you are looking for outright sex, it's not in this series, sorry. This s...
It was Monday morning, the 14th of August. Sixty-one years ago, Japan had surrendered to the Allies. Stan knew exactly how they felt. His body was battered by lack of sleep and his eyes were terribly gritty. He needed a shave, coffee, a shower, coffee, breakfast, coffee, some painkillers and coffee – and not necessarily in that order. So he forced himself i...
They showered long and hot until the steam was everywhere. They giggled and played like children. Esme soaped him all over taking especially good care of his cock and balls, telling him naughty things until he was again half erect. He soaped her, rubbing gently against the welts she had accumulated from their adventures so far. He really got to study a woma...
This is an INTERRACIAL SEX STORY! If you have a problem with that, read something else. It's not my fault if the caretaker is black and the young wife is white. It's not my fault if he is hung like a horse. It takes two hands to handle a whopper. It's certainly not my fault, if you're reading these stories while jacking off your little weiner with two finger...