Chapter 3 June 26th 4:59 PM Lilly's POV I got a text message from my friend Angel. She told me that she has been invited to a party started by some really sexy Mexican teen named Juan Willson. A tall well-fit human teen. He's 19 and, oh, he's the star of the school. I decided I should go talk to him at the cafe. He always goes there to kick it. Hopefully...
Meet the Lutz family. Well, that's their legal name, anyway. Most people who know them refer to them by their nickname: the Slut family. Marsha Lutz is a widow, 42 years old, and the very definition of a MILF. Her husband died almost ten years ago -- probably from exhauation -- leaving her to raise their twin boys and one daughter. Marsha's husband left her...
It’s all messed up. During the run for the white house tensions between races in the US have been escalating. Arabs are being profiled, Asians got accused of faking climate change, unarmed black men got shot by police, Mexicans have been called rapists and native Americans protesting in the freezing cold had water cannons used against them. What is this coun...
Stay right where you are. he told her, I said...you fuckin' cunt, STAY RIGHT THE FUCK WHERE YOU ARE. And even though his words were a living projection, they weren't as harsh as one might assume. They were still tender. Still familiar. He could lure her into anything. He always lured her here, didn't he, and now she was at the mercy of his will. Why do you...
"Those slaves, those whores, those concubines sicken me – they absolutely sicken me. They stand out there on the street corners, offering their bodies to the highest bidder, any man who will give them a handful of bills for a night of sick pleasure. How do they look at themselves in the mirror? Can they not see the soulless, hollow creature that resides with...
I used to be called Timmy. Nowadays, I'm called anything that gets my attention (and I'm shamefully, pathetically attentive), usually something like 'pussy', 'cunt', or 'whore', but occasionally I do still get 'Timmy'. Often this is a sign that something really hard is coming - that I'm going to be asked for my consent to something further, some step further...
Writer's note: To research...dialogue grammar rules. ~ ~ ~ "I don't like children." As he described, his clothes are all black. There's usually a cool print on his t-shirt, like a funky rainbow. Long and well-fitting pants, beanie, light-colored muffler. Strands of night-colored hair...is it dyed? Baby faced, fair skin, warm blue eyes...expressive. Oh, a...
Chapter 4: Conclusion Here is a small brief of what has happened till now: My fairy husband had been seduced by a strong man at home and then had agreed to be a sissy pornstar. Fairy new master had trained him as a sissy to perform in a gay movie without his knowledge that he was making a sissy trainer porn movie the whole time. I found out and threatened...
"Mmmh ooh, good morning master. Please allow your slut please you," sighed a soft voice that came from somewhere underneath the sheets of his giant bed. Her hushed pleas woke the maniacal jester up by gently humming him awake, cheeping like a pretty little songbird's charming song. One whose whorish tongue was busy licking his funny bone. He felt t...
Hammond watched as she injected herself with the yellowish liquid. He was sitting upright, handcuffed on his bed as the nearly anorexic girl drugged herself on his lap. The mere sight of this stiffened him further than anything else in the world. Zoe was a 20 something emo girl who looked younger due to her extremely lackey features. She was half the size of...