"'Cause down the Shore everything's all right You and your baby on a Saturday night Nothing matters in this whole wide world When you're in love with a Jersey girl" ~Tom Waits~ The screen door slams. Deuce and Silvio shuffle into the Prince Bar after their late night gig at the Stone Pony. It's a miserable rainy Saturday night in Asbury Park and there a...
Hey Guys, So I was watching Pokémon. This poured out of my head. The trainer I write about is female, expect them to do some fucking. She's also going to have some interesting things happen to her... Disclaimer: Pokemon, Pregnancy, Transformation, some gay fucking (sort of) and transsexuals. Beware. The Illuminaughty ***** Mack is a Machoke. He's differ...
I struggle to make my way down the hallway behind Jenn without tripping over my own feet. In her rush to head back to the break room, she must not be thinking about the shorts and boxers pushed down around my feet. I scurry behind her as she leads me down the hall, opens the door to our break room, quickly pulls me in behind her, then reaches behind to shut...
She kept looking at him and smiling. He had just come into the roadside bar to get a beer and get cool in the AC. He had been hitching for the past 4 hours and he was tired and very hot. The bar was your typical small town, middle of nowhere, country redneck bar with a combination of farmers and bikers and all around low rent types. The bar was built in ki...
We all make decisions in life that we may or may not live to regret. I guess that I'm one of the lucky ones that have survived a really bad decision. It was my decision to leave home after an argument with my mother over the boy that I was seeing. It was my decision to move in with him and it was my decision to have sex with him. What followed was not alwa...
Nicole Stamson was a goddess. Or at least she thought she was. Nicole was a stunning, 22 year old brunette beauty. Tall, athletic, and with a feminine strut, she was nearly untouchable. Of course genetics helped. Her mother was a beauty queen in her day, winning pageants across the state. Her father was the President of the University and a ruggedly handsome...
My name is Nadine Astrid Joseph. A big and tall young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Carleton University is the place I call home these days. I'm keeping busy this semester. My Criminology classes aren't exactly easy. Add to that the fact that I'm captain of the women's varsity wrestling club and you can see...
The story of my life – I'll call myself "Alicia Moore," not my real name – since I turned 19 is proof that truth is stranger than fiction. Undoubtedly part of the bad things that happened to me were due to the fact that at 19 I was a completely confrontation-averse person who had led a sheltered life, and maybe could even be described as a milquetoast; but m...
"Hands to the wall" you say. I face the wall and take a deep breath, knowing what will come is likely to hurt, but feeling an excited tingle in the pit of my stomach. Roughly, you pull my pants and underwear down so you can see what you're doing, what colors my skin will turn. I'm surprised somehow by the first punch, but moan a little and wiggle my hips h...
*For my Master* I awaken slowly, my vision gradually returning in a blurry haze, my body still tingling. I am half sitting on the ground, wondering how I had fallen, noticing the small damp spots of my salvia on my dark denim shorts, being unable to control it as I had gasped for air. The carpet looks slightly discoloured, as my consciousness creeps back in...