There are numerous stories, in many publications and on websites, where a mature woman 'teaches' a younger man. History tells us that young men strengthen their grip dreaming about this type of encounter. This is a variation from a story I originally read decades ago in Penthouse Letters. The original was from the woman's POV whereas this is done one-eighty....
When one becomes an MC (Mind Controller), does there need to be a MC organization? If so, how is the organization defined? What are its goals and motivations? How should Mind Control be defined? Can it be used to do anything? Does one just “push” an emotion or idea on the subject or does one manipulate matter at the molecular level to stimulate portions of...
Fuck Mountain is usually a place where people go to have fun, but not always. Sometimes there's work to be done there and it looks like today I was going to have to do that work. As we already know, Christopher Columbus was not the first person to sail to America. See 500 years or so before that, a Chinese ship sailed there. They landed and traveled all th...
Chapter Ten – The Messenger Danka felt very restless and ill-at-ease after Káloyankt departed Dagurúckt-Tók with his new wife. It was strange to consider how different the girl's life would be from that of Danka...almost completely opposite. Her parents were keen on marrying her off as soon as her hair was braided, and her very first suitor became her husba...
The sun was sinking into the western horizon; Mike was leaning back into the sand occasionally sipping his Bahama Momma. Cerelia was lying down on the beach asleep, completely exhausted from playing in the surf most of the day. It had been fairly easy textbook landing, no one even noticed them land the fighter. After landing they walked towards downtown Hami...
**The following is a filth kink stories that contains unwashed bodies, mud, piss, shit and all that other gross stuff. If you like that, keep reading. If not I'd recommend you stop, if not... Well that's your problem, not mine.** "This town is cursed." That was never something anyone wanted to hear. "By the goddess Tlazo." That was a pretty bad follow up....
Stan and Julie did not own enough chairs. They had, once, but the fourth to their dining room set had broken one night early during their marriage when they came home stumbling drunk. They did own a spare barstool, though. Stan sat on it beside the table, his legs splayed out and his cock and balls jutting forward obscenely. The three women eating breakfast...
Twenty-one cloaked figures stand in a circle, twenty of them wears dark red cloaks and one of them is clad in a black one. They chant in an unknown language and in complete disorder. All of them says the same thing, the same poem that they all learned by heart and repeated oh soo many times already, yet you can not hear anything even resembling syncron or or...
It had finally happened. T'Challa, the Black Panther and king of Wakanda, lay on the ground bloodied and defeated before him, his body pinned in place under a heavy rock. All around him, T'Challa could see his forces being routed, proud Wakandan troops fleeing from the combined aggression of the Jabari tribe and the Atlanteans. And above him was the grinning...
***Natasha and I have entered the secret halls of the Cult of the Cock; we have been captured by the high priestesses of the cult, twelve shemale goddesses. Meanwhile, Amira is in the Chamber of Pain for having lead us here.*** "Since the beginning of civilisation, we have lived out of sight in these sacred halls. While the world of men was waging war and d...