Paul Whitman woke up in the middle of the night when he heard the noise. When his eyes adjusted to the partial moonlight falling through the window that was the only source of light in the room, he found himself staring at the end of a silenced .22 pistol. Its other end was held by someone partially hidden in the shadows. "P-p-please don't kill me! I don't...
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one in a series of stories about Susan O'Malley, a sexy older woman who loves to dominate men and women, young and old, with her golden showers. It contains scenes of extreme female domination and sex, pee-drinking, facesitting, farting, etc) Susan O'Malley wasn't much of a church goer. Never, in fact, did she go to church, save fo...
(This is a series called Story of YOU, by me. Nothing to do with the amazing Sandman comic series book. Neil Gaiman, please forgive me for using the same word. I'm just a pervert who writes senseless smut.) *** ...Another rainy day. Dark clouds are already over you. You took refuge in the woods, the rain battering the leaves of endless forests. You keep r...
With the advent of women's liberation, it was inevitable that the army would change. Slowly over the years the supposed gentler sex had made inroads into every branch of the armed service and women were now driving jeeps in the army, sailors in the navy and even artillery officers in the marine corp. One branch however had not been integrated, and that bran...
David's Ordeal ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living pe...
"Well, I don't know, Mark. You're my best friend, and I respect our friendship. I'm not sure, even if it is you asking." Mark looked at me with a corny smile, he knew I was nervous he knew me better than anyone else. "Ohh! C'mon Peter, I've noticed how you looked at Sarah's ass. Like the other day during movie night, the looks you gave at her. She told me...
(It was 1885 and, as a nineteen year old boy, I was staying with family friends at their large house in the English Midlands. I was there to learn French conversation under the tutelage of Miss. Marie; the family had two 18 year old twins, Anna and Sarah who were also learning French with me, this is part four of my tale) Following Sarah's coughing fit and...
I had been staying in the beach house for a few weeks without meeting any of my neighbors. So when the mailman mistakenly left me a package for Donna and Sarah, the girls next door, I decided to do them a favor and take it over. I heard giggling from the other side of the gate, so I pushed it open a little to say hello. What I saw made me forget all about th...
CHAPTER THREE: FOLLOWING THE SCRIPT Story so far: As told in Chapter One ('Setting the Scene'), Samantha ('Sam') is a personal trainer to a married couple named Laura and Chris. Her training of them quickly develops from athletic to sexual instruction and soon she moves into their home and begins taking over their lives. In Chapter Two ('Assembling the Cas...
I'd worked at the same job for six years. It was a cellphone company of sorts, a chain of retailers not directly owned or controlled by any of the major carriers or device manufacturers. Although the corporate headquarters with the bigwigs was somewhere else the business was big enough in the Upper Midwest, where it primarily operated, to have a medium sized...