"What's your name?" Simon asks kneeling down in the wet muck. He lets his knee hover just off the ground. Looking into the lean-to of shipping pallets and scrap plastic sheeting he see a pair of eyes looking back at him from a face lost mostly in shadow. The smell of the place is horrific but he's known worse. He receives no answer. Taking his backpack...
This story contains graphic depictions of male bi-sexuality. If this bothers you, don't read it and remember that this is only a story. John and I grew up best friends in a medium sized town in California. We used to hang out together and through the years shared many an experience together, but none were like the ones we experienced last ski season with...
Walter and Martha Wilding drove to Barbara and Jeremy’s new home to pick up Barbara’s parents, George and Hilda. Hilda insisted they come in for some coffee and a pecan loaf she had just taken out of the oven an hour earlier. Walter and Martha knew the house well because they had been good friends with the contractor and his wife. Jeremy had already left, b...
It all started with a political discussion my wife, Kim, and I were having. There had been some article in the paper about a prostitute being arrested by an undercover policeman, and I had made some comment to the effect that I really didn't understand why people made such a big deal out of prostitution. I thought it should simply be legalized and left it at...
I could feel the rough bark of the tree trunk on my bare back and ass, and as long as I didn't move, it wasn't too uncomfortable. My hands were tied with rope, stretched a little too tightly up and over my head and secured to a tree branch above me. I was on my knees, which were starting to complain, as well as my ankles, tied back around the tree. I felt...
Preface: I, Reginald P. Walcott, am a 37 year old professional bitch-slave, and until recently worked in the service of Ms. Beatrice Pennington of the law firm Kale, Pennington, and Shipwright. As of this writing I am approaching what would be my tenth year anniversary in this line of work. How, one might ask, does one become a professional bitch-slave? Tha...
Chapter 6 Janice I seen some pheasant in the apple trees I am going to get some for supper. You taking Mona you know she won't let you go alone. Ok but I am taking Cindy I grabbed the food bag and the cross bow went out gathered the girls to head back to the house and told Cindy we were going after supper. Mona was following quietly behind we got to the ap...
The actors in this script are of legal age. This is a work of adult erotic fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you're under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it's entirely legal for you to...
The music at Shark's was pumping, a solid bass line that had every booty (or boo-tay for those aZiaNS trying to speak Ebonics) shaking and sending ripples of flesh into luxurious belly-dancer motions. Ever since I'd turned 21, this club had become my favorite hangout, and invariably I would be found her on a Friday night. The music was good, the accommodatio...
This tale will make more sense if you've read part 1. Everyone in it is over 18. In the few months that had passed since Hazel came to live with us, and since our fortunate alliance with James and Karen had started, our lives had changed considerably. Now Roni and Hazel both wore long, silky nightgowns whenever we were at home for the evening, and Hazel'...