For those wondering why I haven't been entering any new short stories here lately, perhaps this story will help explain a little bit. It's sorta short, but I think you will enjoy it nevertheless. * Now I love a big black prick as much as the next white woman, but when the six men, or should I say nearly men, holding guns, and knives somewhere on their pers...
Salutations, dear reader. Thank you kindly for dropping by and reading my little tale. The name is Mustapha Feiruz, and I am a young black man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently graduated from Carleton University with a bachelor's degree in business administration, and I am one of thousands of recent college and university gr...
"Trevor Villeneuve, what the fuck are you looking at, pervert?" came a shrill feminine voice, interrupting me as I sat at a computer on a remote corner of the Learning Commons sector in the Carleton University library. There I was, discretely watching porn instead of working on my assignment for my Surveying And Graphics class. I'm in the civil engineering p...
Finally I have a free day tomorrow, after so much time without been able to see anything different to my office desk. Too many errands, commitments and work. I'm lucky to have a job today with the current situation and I am thankful about any extra job when I have the time to do it. If the sky is clear tomorrow, I will go to the beach to swim in the sea but...
Mark Holloway groaned as he sat up in bed and reached behind him to touch Madison. It was six o'clock on Saturday morning in Birmingham, Alabama. His hand met only a cool pillow and undisturbed sheets. Then he recalled with an increase in his heartbeat that she was due to arrive at the Birmingham International Airport later in the afternoon. She could do won...
Chapter One "I'm giving you the business, son." I stared at my father blankly. If the famous Carl Rayburn, founder and sole proprietor of Carl's Cuties Slave Emporium, had turned green and grown two heads, I might have managed a word. But this -- stunned silence. "Oh, yeah, it's a done deal. All the t's are dotted and the i's are crossed," my father chuck...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 y...
I had several requests for just the Sci-fi story that was wound through the four chapters of Timelooper. So, here it is. I pulled Doc's story out of the rest of Timelooper and have put it, with a little of the context in this one post. I am also posting it as Sci-Fi story rather than BDSM = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adu...
WARNING: To the readers of my romance stories who like a happy ending. This is not one of those stories. I have had comments from some readers on a couple stories that they wished I had included more details on what happened with the ex-wife. They said they wanted to see some kind of revenge. This is for those readers. This is a torch the bitch story. No sex...
That night I was feeling sorry for myself. Marianne had humiliated me again by having Joe shave me and then she allowed him to do it to me. She even held my arms as he stuck his thing inside me. She watched him, watched him as he screwed me, even though it didn't take long for him to come. He obviously didn't care that she had watched. She obviously didn't c...