After Black Mike made me his bitch, showing up at motels all over town dressed like a street hooker, he sent me a text one day. "Hey bitch. I need you to dress really slutty, get smooth and totally clean, and meet me at the motel at 6th and Los Angeles st." I knew where that was, right by skid row. My pussy started to throb thinking about what black mike h...
Once upon a time, there was a land called Theras. The land was a prosperous and peaceful one, separated into four separate kingdoms that found mutual understanding. To the north, the mountainous lands of the dwarves where the people of the mountains mined and lived out their lives digging out precious metals to be shaped into wondrous tools and items that co...
Thank you all for the feedback. Special thanks to BlackrockBoss who kindly edited the story. *** I was just organizing clothes in Master's bedroom when I heard Edward's voice. "Mom, come here! Now!" I hurried to put everything away and quickly made it to my Son's door. I knocked. "Enter." I closed the door behind me and scanned the room for disorder b...
Aaaaah, my pussy feels so good as I pant and gasp for breath. Your tongue is still teasing me, gently lapping at my clit, and you look up at me with that soft pleading in your eyes, wanting me to reciprocate but not being pushy, letting me do whatever I want, indulging me ... "Let's go back to my place," I say, and I see the joy in my new lover's eyes, the...
This is a fictional story that has nothing to do with my actual life. I figured it would be boring to wait around for Peter to come back and I didn't wanna wait for material to start writing. Also, my husband and I have gone through many adventures throughout the years, but oddly enough it takes time to remember details. So i figured I'd use this character t...
Camille, the princess of the land, the patron of the tournament, the symbol of hope, the joy of the faithful, sat upon a plush throne on the edge of a cold, dark room. The stone floor and walls stood in stark contrast to her royal grandeur. Her golden locks cascaded down in waves onto rich furs and exquisite silks. Her radiant cheeks were stained with deep...
You read the letter again as the limousine from the regional airport pulls up into the driveway... Dear Robin Nordhal, Hello, you do not know me, but I know you. My name is Randal F. Styles of Jackson, Waverly, Styles, and Kant: LLC. Our firm has had the surreal and sometimes difficult job of representing your estranged great-uncle on your father's side Hor...
Although she usually only shot with Shanuj on the weekends, he asked her to come in on Wednesday for a shoot that he was hoping to use for the next two weeks' posts in advance of a bigger, harder scene. What Mili didn't realize was that she was going to be working with completely new models; she had gotten very comfortable with Nick and Dave. Even more chall...
Jessica had to pee. Half awake and still half drunk, she fumbled her way out of the strange bed and groped for her cel. Once located, it indicated 3:12. She worked hard to focus enough to remember where she was. Mark was snoring away in the darkness. He could sleep through a hurricane once he nodded off and she knew that he probably wouldn't be up until te...
"Right," the innkeeper lifted the mug he had just finished scrubbing clean, squinting an eye as he peered into it, double-checking his handiwork. Satisfied, he slapped its bottom down on the counter and grabbed a bottle, pouring the mug full of strong dwarven spirits. He slid it across the bar to Ty, then grabbed another mug and poured it full with the rest...