Gwen and Steve were up early the next morning. Gwen was going to attend school while Steve planned to take the rest of the week off to recuperate. He expected to return the following Monday. He hoped that his face would be back to normal by then. As she gently washed his back, Steve heard Gwen begin to sob. He turned and asked, "What's wrong, Gwen? Why the...
Despite it being Monday, Rebecca Scanlan was practically bounding with each step. She always felt good following weekends in which she got to play with her play with Angel. The day after she wore the butt plug with the cotton tail, Rebecca was shivering from the aftershocks of it being in there for so long. Within her law office, she had to always maintain a...
Several cliches were going through my mind. Can you have too much of a good thing? If something ain't broke, don't fix it! I was considering a major change in my life and I was not sure if it would be a good change or bad. I guess I should give you a little background. My name is Robert Hayes. I answer to Bob or Bobby, never Rob or Robbie. I am 28 years ol...
"This is gonna be a great," Vera exclaims as she carries out the last of our bags. My agreeing grin is a mile wide. It's been so long since we had the chance to get out for more than one night. Although being a stay at home mom is incredibly rewarding, there's only so much one woman can take before she needs a break. I'm knee deep in repacking all the bags s...
Author's note: I placed this chapter in the BDSM category for good reason. The graphic nature of this part of my story is not for the faint of heart. For those who have been following this story, you already know that Karina's new husband is an evil, sadistic, depraved bastard. Therefore, PLEASE, do not read this chapter if you do not want to read about unpl...
George Krest awoke to first the feeling, then the sound, of a pair of lips racing on his rigid cock, giving him a sloppy blow job. He didn't need to open his eyes to know the tongue begging cum from his balls was his foreign exchange daughter, Ava. Ava was the hottest little brunette to have come from Bohemia since the song from Queen, and she was above and...
Chapter 1 My name is, or maybe we better make that was, Andy Moore. Until recently my personal identification was in the name of Jamie Jo Moore and everyone I knew called me Sissy. My parents died in an automobile accident when I was twenty-four years old leaving me an estate of around $3,000,000.00 and an eighteen percent interest in an insurance company...
It had been thirteen days since my last outing. Thirteen days since I was forced to sit in the middle of a bukkake of dozens and dozens of men, feeling the warmth of their sticky semen drizzling down my cheeks and chin, dripping steadily onto my exposed, and now pierced, breasts before being made to clean it all off, swallowing every last drop. Thirteen days...
Back in 1969 Butch Oliver was a 52 year old ex-Marine who was a contradiction to the old saying, "you can't judge a book by its cover" because the grizzled trucker was usually every bit as cold and unforgiving as he looked. His former wife would have testified to that but not to his face, because while Butch wasn't violent he was a mean man who could wither...
Late afternoon light broke through a crack in the curtains and streamed across her bed. Catherine awoke, felt the warmth of the sunlight, felt simply delicious. Stretching in the luxurious covers, she was completely refreshed and rejuvenated as if she had just spent a week at an expensive spa. She giggled to herself when it dawned on her that in fact, her la...