Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Cowritten by Alfie Quinn -- The Imperial City of Reme was ancient and sprawling, the beating heart of a thriving empire, an empire currently held in agonizing suspense over its future. The Prince-Consul, Gaius Julius, was dead, and all were in attendance to hear the reading of...
Chapter 31 Michael the Millionaire Michael lived a simple life, but winning that much money would make anyone want to go shopping and buy things that he did not need and could do without and he was no different. Now, that he learned how much the jackpot amount that he had won and, now, that he decided to keep the lottery ticket and cash it in, he, suddenly,...
Michael eagerly tore into the large box that had finally arrived after the longest three months of his life. He knew when he hit the preorder button that it was going to be a long wait, but it was still torturous. He finally got the stupid hardened cardboard open having sliced through roughly a half mile of packing tape, and beheld his prize. It was the la...
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are age 19+. ***** Having grown bored with how things were progressing with my sissy son, I have recently ventured into a new and fun project –filming and distribu...
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I woke, laying on my side, cock semi hard inside the warm folds of Susan's body, her back pressed to my chest, her tits in my hand. I lay there for a second until it repeated; a warm wet tongue stroked my ear, hot breath and the nibble of tiny white teeth against the sensitive lobe. I turned my head, pulling free partially, but Susan barely stirred, even a...
Lucy had just turned 25 and had spent it the way she normally did: sitting at home in her underwear looking at porn. She was fit, had B-cup tits, one of the best asses at her job and had shoulder length black hair. Her brown eyes scanned her computer screen whilst her left hand was busy buried inside her panties. This is was her one day a year she got to jus...
You open your eyes to a completely white scene. At first you wonder if you had gone blind as when you raised your arm to rub your eyes, you couldn’t see your hand. This however changed when you couldn’t feel your face, or your body, or your hands. It was like you didn’t have a body any more. “Ahh! Good! You’re here!” exclaimed an exuberant female voice from...
Bostonfictionwriter's Last Story With sadness and trepidation, this is my last story. In two years, I've written 602 stories and 69 poems. I'm proud of everything I've written. At the time I wrote them, it was the best that I could write and not only have I learned a lot but also I've improved as a writer. Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote this Dying Swan poem be...
The taste of the small bit of cum Master left on your tongue still lingers as he clips the last of the bindings holding you in place. Legs spread, arms above your head, you watch as he walks over to the toy chest. He grabs an assortment of dildos, vibrators, clamps, and one small leather whip. He's never grabbed so many at once. Why that makes your pussy gus...