Katie, I may have to get another job! I hate that they moved you into another building during the reorganization. I miss our chats. I'm pretending to work but I can't concentrate. I have to tell you what happened today. You know this has been a crazy week around here. I think management has lost their minds! I know you lost two people from your department...
This story is a takeoff on my previous story, "A Bitch in Heat Gets Mounted." It will make no sense unless you first read the other story. This chapter is not a sequel or continuation, but an alternate ending, for humorous rather than erotic effect. As always, I only post for your enjoyment, so let me know if I have accomplished that or not by voting and le...
Today started out as simply as any other. Woke up (grudgingly), got the kids off to school with only a small amount of bitching and arguing, and indulged in one of the simple pleasures in life and probably the highlight of my morning: instant store brand coffee with hazelnut creamer and a marlboro light. As I eased my nicotine craving and sipped my caffeine...
All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. Chapter 8 I have only been a toilet for a few hours, but time moves slower when you have shit in your mouth. Ms. Stone's diarrhea was brutal. I felt shell-shocked, and was convinced the shit inside me was eating away at my brain. It's as if I'm turning into a real toilet, losing my humanity one...
This is a sequel to the story "Kate Middleton Needs a Proper Fuck." DISCLAIMER: The following contains extreme subject matter and utter absurdity. If you are looking for something purely erotic, a quick stroke story, or are a member of the British Royal Family, or are easily offended, you might want to move on. Thanks to everyone who read the last insta...
Its 2 AM, and I know you’re alone. The whether here has been just ghastly, I have my laptop on my lap and I am busy at work, trying to write the great American novel from the confines of a greyhound bus. At least it leaves me some play space to try and think of something. My mind is a blank, and it keeps returning to what an abysmal time the business meet...
Hi, there. My name is Patricia Saint Guillaume and I'm a young black chick living in the Back Bay neighborhood of the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm twenty years old, standing five feet ten inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds. My skin is dark brown, my body is thick, my hips are wide and my butt is simply huge. I guess you could say tha...
Rachel Quinn came from a wealthy family. Her father owned a large hotel chain, and her mother was a successful CEO. Together, they had amassed a large fortune, nearly two hundred billion dollars. Unfortunately, they would never get to spend it fully. On Rachel's 18th birthday, the two died in an unfortunate car crash. Rachel, however, was not heartbroken. Du...
Author's Notes: Truth is stranger that fiction! This story is based on the less-than-illustrious career of a friend of mine who, like me, has been a computer programmer his whole life. And like me, he's also an aspiring writer, though as far as I know he's never written any pr0n. For various reasons, he isn't at liberty to write about some of these events, b...
Nancy turned the lights down, she hovered over me, her fetid breath enhanced by rubbing her stinky fingers on her teeth. I said, I am ready to taste your shit. Nancy smiled, I'm ready to stink you up. Nancy still had her panties on. They were sagging under the load of excrement inside. She placed her left hand inside and emerged with shit covered palm and di...