Chapter 8: He Leaves a Mark Leslie lay on her right side with her legs spread so that her right was on the bed and left was up and bent at the knee. Her right hand was massaging her button and her left was stimulating her g-spot. Open next to her was her laptop, the video that was playing showed a muscular bum rising and falling as its owner thrust into a w...
Author's note: I could have written this with a more serious tone, but where's the fun in that? This took me about five hours, with breaks for coffee and a bit of pornography. Nothing about this story is meant to be taken seriously, least of all the theology. ## Oh, fuck, yeah, time to try and pull the band! I didn't really know the band. I don't thin...
Father William De Peirce returned from his ministrations at the local Presbyterian Chapel exactly as the Commanders Tower rang three bells. He was particularly pleased with the service He had conjured today, His sermon on the eternal torments of Hell had been visually stunning and the view of His parishioners quaking in the pews went some way towards slaking...
Todd watched her crossing and uncrossing her legs on her stool at the end of the bar, an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth. She had very pale skin and a very black dress. Her lips were also black, as was her eye shadow and her long straight hair. A bit too Goth for my taste, thought Todd. But then again, she had a decent body with nice boobs, and he...
January 1, 2011 Being that this is my first story, I guess I should explain a little about my character. You remember back in high school the girl that scared you because she smoked, wore black and was too smart for her peers? That's me. Tattoos, piercings, leather jacket, tore jeans. I was never afraid of anything. In fact, most of the things the populatio...
Please understand that while Hucow/Farmer relationships actually exist, they do not reflect the contents of this story. Pet play is a fun dynamic relationship, but all D/s relationships should be based in trust and consent. With that said, Lets dive into the fantasy world. -------------------- Tessa was a single county woman, daughter of a farmer, and tr...
LETTER FROM PALO ALTO Dear Shoeblossom, My wife Lillian is also the keyholder to my Prince Albert piercing. Much of our time together my cock is struggling to erect against the cruel way it is locked in a bow shape against the piercing in my testicles... Lillian teases me a lot, and spends hours walking around in front of me wearing very little...demibras...
The room they entered was dim, the only light to fall upon the walls was the flickering of the candles she had carefully arranged earlier. A small smile plays about her lips as she leads him to the lone chair in the centre of the room. Her eyes twinkle as she gazes up at him, a small frown crossing his forehead as he leans down to whisper ' Just what do you...
It was a difficult first few days for Evelyn as the weather had changed and the warm winds blew. She had thought her long hair would cover the statement her ear lobes were making but the wind took away that protection. Every now and again someone would walk by just as the wind blew and see her ear lobes. They would read the words and then smile at her and gi...
I meet the most fucked-up, beautiful people in my line of work. It's one of the main reasons why I'm not in a hurry to quit my job and enlist in the university system. This business is an island of misfit toys to say the least- but it's my island. People want strange parts of their body pierced... they want ugly tattoos permanently inked into their raggedy...