Chapter 9: Where There is Hate, Let There Be Love... Justine and I look at each other and mouth the name, "Darlene?" Darlene jumps off the car, places both hands on her hips and screams, "Billy Bob!" Justine and I look at each other and mouth the name, "Billy Bob?" "Darlene how could you run off with these two old fucks and let them do those things to y...
We meet in a bar, me, my best sissyboy painslut & you. We are all dressed in everyday office attire; you boys look so professional in your suits. I have on a tight white blouse which strains a little at the buttons, the sheer lace of my bra clearly showing through; a straight black skirt, net stockings & heeled patent black pumps. There are other such groups...
Sitting alone on the couch he felt the thrill of anticipation, he took another slug of whiskey from his glass. "Steady on" he said to himself, "I mustn't drink to much." He knew only too well how alcohol reduced his ability without reducing his desire. He looked at the clock on the shelf 11:15 p.m., he knew what would be happening now, he had been there many...
I am not an advocate of political correctness. Never have understood how a group of people called the "baby boomers" could have even come up with the idea of labeling everyone with there own personal non-gender specific, we can't offend anyone, not even the little grubs that eat the shit out of my grass, psycho-name, call it a disease and send little Johnny...
Her body shifts as she tries to get comfortable. The soft looking carpet digs into her knees, pressing against her calves. Her arms lightly tingle from being in position for so long, hands clasped behind her head. She lightly rotates her neck, hair brushing against her naked back. Time seems to creep by as she waits. She listens to the sounds around her, hea...
Logging on the chat site, there's the usual smattering of the desperate, the lonely, the bored. Some of them are obviously male, or female. Some of them are obviously not as bright as others. I like smart women, one's whose principal erogenous zone is their mind. Simple text can do wonders to stroke that zone into a ravenous frenzy. I like that. I feed on bo...
Next day, sure as shit, I got a call from my little piece of ass. "Please, I'm so messed up! I... I think Mark will be OK - I hope so - but he wouldn't stay with me last night... He wouldn't even let me in the bedroom!" "O crap, pussy, quit blathering. Who'd want to sleep with someone after they found out they'd been fucked over for half the fucking year?...
Funny thing about forcing a virgin to have sex for the purposes of becoming pregnant: the entire process makes the body almost crave men's sperm. Dinah found herself trembling with need whenever Ian entered the room, and eventually, she didn't even need to be harnessed to the bed any longer. As her impregnation regimen continued, Dinah became increasingly d...
Like all young men these days, from the earliest onset of puberty Mikhail has been under a curfew, under strict instructions to be home by dusk, and like many from wealthier families he wears a belt beneath his jeans, the key kept between the breasts that nurtured him as a babe. Because you can't trust men. They can't 'keep it in their pants'. We learned th...
I've been thinking about you. The crushing force of your lips on mine.... Your tongue invading my mouth, penetrating me, plundering me ....the raggedness of your breath, tangy with pheromones, as your passion overtakes you.....the sharp thrill of pain as you grip my hair at it's roots....the abrasion of your stubble on the soft skin of my neck....the nip of...