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Dingo's Fickle Life

by EgmontGrigor2019 on Jan 16, 2019
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 1 Dingo (Damien Foster) left the family farm when he was twenty-eight after a bust-up with his father, who'd told him to get a haircut. Clyde advanced pugnaciously and his son who'd defied the command to backdown by saying, "Get knotted" (rejection slang for 'get lost'). Arms at his side, Damien took the punch that landed with a thump just below h...

Maria Ch. 01

by PvtNomad on Sep 18, 2018
NonHuman

Maria Wilson checked herself once more in the mirror of her rundown efficiency apartment. From her reflection she could see the small toddler mattress that she curled up on at night laying in the corner. It was the only piece of furniture in the room. Her spare set of clothes was stuffed into a large Wal-Mart bag. As for her own reflection. She had tied he...

Becoming Joey

by First_time_bi on Sep 25, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

"Joe!" My mother shouted from downstairs. I paused mid stroke, then ignoring her, continued to slide my hand up and down my shaft. "Joey!" She was more insistent, obviously not going to go away. I slid my underwear back up over my still hard cock. It might not have been big by porn standards, but on my slight 5'6" 130 lbs frame, it looked big. "Yeah Mom,"...

Tommy Mack

by SamScribble on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

I remember it as being one of 'those' weeks. Sunday was my twenty-second birthday and my mother took me to lunch at The Connaught. On such occasions, my mother likes to take charge. I think that the elderly couple at the next table thought that I was her Toy Boy. Oh well, if it brightened up their outing. On Monday I got a call from the editor of First Tho...

Without You I Have Nothing Ch. 32

by JAScooter on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Ignoring Elizabeth's horrified reaction Peter, Andrew and the guards dragging the prisoners made their way to one of the farm trucks where the guards unceremoniously dumped all the prisoners in the back oblivious of the screams of agony from Pretty Boy. With the prisoners secured in the truck Peter, Andrew and the Ghurkhas changed into rags under the sheari...

Without You I Have Nothing Ch. 31

by JAScooter on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Three weeks had passed without any further contact from Peter. His lack of communication confused Jennifer's family. They wondered if he would ever return. In her familiar surroundings, Jennifer was recovering, but without Peter's presence, she was unable to accept that he was alive. To avoid the possibility of upsetting Jennifer, Elizabeth, Eric and Andrew...

Without You I Have Nothing Ch. 28

by JAScooter on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Resuming his position at the kitchen doors, the old Chinese carefully controlled the waiters as they successfully served Dingo's guests. Then, tiring of the charade, he turned, pushed on the swinging doors into the kitchen and grunted an order in Cantonese. Carrying a roasted pig's head on a huge platter, two waiters appeared. They followed the old Chinese...

Without You I Have Nothing Ch. 29

by JAScooter on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

****** Sunday The day dawned wet and dreary and the cold wind howling around the motel seemed to find its echo in Peter's soul. He spread the diaries, the ledgers, the DVDs and videos across his bed. Breakfast had been a riot of laughter as the girls - closely guarded by Susie and Maria began to organize a shopping trip. Peter unable to deal with the hilar...

Without You I Have Nothing Ch. 27

by JAScooter on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

'Friends of the Sydney Symphony Orchestra request the pleasure of Mr. & Mrs. P. O'Brien.' The invitation had arrived weeks earlier and reluctantly Peter had accepted. Immediately after Christmas, they flew to Sydney and Jennifer went shopping for an evening gown by herself. She adamantly refused to tell Peter what she had purchased or to model it for him....

Club Dingo

by Hardcore Harriett on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

I kept telling myself the fantasy was wrong. No sane woman wants to be wildly gang-fucked by half a dozen well-hung men. But I did. Every night I would lay awake and caress my nipples while thinking about their cocks sliding up inside me. Then I would spend half the night fucking myself with a giant, purple dildo I keep in the bottom of my lingerie drawer. T...