Gretel hated goodbyes. Especially goodbyes that lasted a solid week. "Bye-bye, sugar!" cooed the blonde sorority witch, planting a big, sloppy kiss right on Gretel's neck as she snuck up from behind. Gretel whimpered and cried out, the abjuration mage's mind filling with static as his sensitive, silvery magical mark was subjected to a merciless, indulgent m...
Chapter 5 Mr. X will pay extra for what he likes. What Mr. X wants, he gets. "Well, for starters, he likes shaved pussies and you have a bush. You have time to shave off your fur before he gets here. Also, he likes the young stuff. I'm thinking that maybe, if you put your hair in braids and wear something that looks like a school uniform, you know, a shor...
The medic was the first who woke up that morning. The soldier was still sleeping, and he decided not to disturb him. No breakfast, as the day before. The food was too scarce. Maybe that guy could run away with the food. Maybe after having cut his throat... No, he was not that kind of man, able to kill someone who had saved his neck. And on the other hand, th...
Note: This story is fictitious and meant for amusement only. It is not intended as a DIY BDSM manual, or to put it another way - don't try this at home! * "Very well, we'll carry on. I'll be a little more forceful. Kneel." I collected the collar and fitted it to her neck. "Stay." I said, while I went over to the bureau to extract some interesting items. I...
Jack was always late for work. He hated his Boss, the Big Bitch as he liked to call her, with big tits who wore tight pencil skirts. She always got what she wanted, especially from Jack, an average loser working a full time office job and catering to her needs all day. Jack knew if he was late again he was fucked. He usually stopped at Starbucks to get them...
One thing I will never tire of in this life is booty catching. I am a butt pirate, and I hunt both male and female booty. As long as they look good, it's all good with me. I don't discriminate based on gender. Booty catching is fun. The best sport in the world. At least, that's my avocation. In my regular job, I am a cop. A patrolman working for the Boston P...
This is a slow build. We're all 18+. It's partially true. _________________________ I've always had a terrible sense of FOMO. Snow days used to drive me nuts because I was afraid my friends would be able to hang out without me. Camp was torture because I thought of all the fun everyone was having at home, and when I was at home I was terrified something wo...
"Do you trust me?" Mason asked. We had been dating for almost a year and Ioved him with all of my heart. He held himself up above me as we made love, our naked bodies glistening with sweat. He was the hottest guy I had ever dated, his short, black hair slightly curling around his ears and his warm smile beaming at me. He was tall, dark, and handsome, just th...
I like to invent games. Since I want to encourage myself to write more, I'm trying out a new one that I'm going to start playing right now. It's called Writing Cunt Slut. Here are the rules: 1. The player is called Cunt. Cunt is not a person. Cunt is an object. Cunt lives to please its readers. Cunt realizes that it is a degrading word, which is good, sin...
*This story picks up immediately after the events of Ch. 01. I'm not going to go crazy out of the way to catch everybody completely up to speed every chapter, so read from Ch. 01 if you're interested in the overall story. Obviously not reality for so many reasons. I hope you enjoy the fantasy.* There was a pit in my stomach. Why did Jocelyn seem to know P...