I woke up slowly, luxuriously. I knew where I was and that no one was going to make any demands on me this morning. After all it was my birthday, and my last day of freedom. Tomorrow I would be a sex slave, indentured to the government for one year, not allowed any clothes, and soon to lose whatever virginities I brought with me. But today I was an eighteen-...
God, crime scenes give me such a justice boner. Really makes me want to...narrate my heroic exploits. "Lit from the flames of a burning sex shop, a tall, shapely silhouette looms over the city. It is one fucking *heroic* silhouette. She got a shadow that does not quit. Curves in all the right places, and a TRUNK in front of that junk. That is the sexy-ass s...
The Tahl-Mat made a quick, imperious gesture with one hand, the soft jangle of the golden bracelets adorning her wrist sounding a compelling note through the long room. Slowly silence spread on both sides of the table as one of the gorgeously plumed ladies hovering behind the seated women rustled forward to help the old empress to her feet. Alanna swallowed...
I'm all about that ass, I thought to myself as I put my gorgeous girlfriend Kendra Jones on all fours, and stuck my tongue between her thick, grade-A, marvellously round and heart-shaped butt cheeks. Blame that song by that new artist Meghan Trainor for turning me into a butt woman. I love the female ass and I make no apologies for it. Lesbian ass lovers do...
In Hawai'ian, "ohana" means "family." But they say it means more. It means not only the people you're related to, but the people you most care about, who make up your world. It is supposed to be the most sacred bond there is. I believe it, because for the shortest time, I felt it myself. During World War Two, I was stationed on a cruiser in the Pacific. I a...
This is, of course, a work of fiction. All participants in the story are over 18 years of age. the story contains some incest and references to incest, so if this bothers you, please do not read this story. * My name is Shawn McCormick, I'm married, mostly happily, to my wife Darla; with 2 children. One child is 22 and lives in a dorm at the state universi...
*This is written purposely from a man's viewpoint. My first time not writing as myself experiencing the story, or just the narrator. *** I've always had a thing for thick women. I don't mean just some curves, but plus sized and soft. Of course my friends set me up with girls who had nice enough personalities and were conventionally pretty, but they couldn'...
I'm Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter, and I write custom stories for those who want to capture a memory and who don't have the ability to write the story for themselves. Only, something weird is happening. The creative fictional facts that I include in factual non-fictional stories come true. Either I'm psychic or my stories are charmed. This leased space was on...
Chapter 6 -- Exposed Holes "Prisoner, get up!" -- yelled out a guard banging on the door of Melissa's cell. Abruptly shaken out of her uneasy, post-traumatic slumber, she stumbled out of bed, getting her handcuffs entangled with the blanket in the process. After some short fidgeting and fumbling around, Melissa managed to get off her cot and stood in the mi...
MFFFF, Interr, oral, bi F Joyce and her three best girlfriends sat around the large wrought iron table on the back patio of her six bedroom, 4500 square foot custom home that sat on an acre lot with a view over the infinity edge swimming pool to the Pacific Ocean. Her home was one of about twenty similar custom homes in this hilly subdivision north of San F...