Emily and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. I flipped impatiently through all the channels, finding nothing on as usual. "Oh wait," Emily said, grabbing my arm. "Turn back to channel 53." I flipped the TV back to channel 53 to some TV show about horses. "I love horses," Emily said. "I grew up in the country, and we used to go riding all the time. I h...
*WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word u...
Young white virgin blacked in a barn on a rainy day: Candy and Teresa were sisters. Candy was 19 years old and Teresa had just turned 18 years old. They were small girls. Pale white skin, blue-green eyes and light blonde hair. Candy was only 5'-0"and her sister Teresa was 4'-10" tall. Both were intelligent, pretty and little pranksters as well. They lived...
Prologue I sometimes have trouble remembering what my life was like before I became a cunt. The transformation hadn't happened all at once, of course. It wasn't as if one night I'd sank to my knees and thought "Serrane, you're going to inhale as many thick, throbbing cocks as you can handle. They are going to dump their loads down your throat and on your f...
Bill and Joy Jones was a happily married young couple, living on a small farm that had been in his family for over a hundred years. They were America’s idea of the perfect couple. Both were 25 years old, very good looking, and just made for each other. They met in college and when they graduated they married and set about creating the good life. She was a t...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. I had just come in the back of the house when the doorbell rang. I hastily washed my hands at the basin and grabbed the...
*WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word u...
I never considered myself to be a nudist because since I was born, all I ever saw in our house were nude family members. My name is John and I am 25 years old. I still live with my parents, a 22 year old brother and a 21 year old sister. We were home schooled and live out in the country far from civilization on our farm. Rarely, if ever, do we wear clothes...
v I needed to think about Chicago. I would make some calls once I got in town, find a game. That was what I needed, a game. If I could just get a game I could shoot my way out of this. Hell I shot some of my best games from six feet under. And the way I saw it, I was about seven feet under and sinking. Yeah, that's what I needed. But here I was sitting in t...
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