"There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root." ― Henry David Thoreau Squirt fountained from the nude BBW beneath me and onto the semen-stained, concrete wall behind her boyfriend's head. "I need to start carrying some sort of to-go cup to these events," I thought to myself, "perhaps a Tupperware container." In o...
"See, you're just like Frederick here, you don't think I'm pretty either." These words were coming from Nurse Palma as she breezed past me at the Nurse's station. "I just am clever with my use of make-up, that's all." I was working taking notes on a patient when I realized some personal response was being called for. "Now who could have put words or ideas l...
Slowly I open my eyes as you remove the blindfold, blinking, trying to adjust to the bright light and let my eyes focus to my surroundings. My mind is screaming, I'm still unable to comprehend how things have moved so quickly. Just a few hours ago I had sat quietly watching you in bar, now I am stood in your playroom, naked, hands bound and raised high above...
Any biker rally, people, or places here on Earth mentioned in this tale are pure coincidence and fabrication. This is a work of fiction. Since Lloyd and Vicky's divorce is still winding its way through the courts, and all the love in this category, I decided to stay with Loving Wives. ***** Gather round the table fellows, grab a glass and pour a cold one f...
If you looked up in the dictionary the words geek or wimp, you would probably see my picture listed. However, if you looked up the words loyal, intelligent, faithful, loving and caring, you'd probably see my picture there also. So, I may not be the most aggressive person on the earth, but you couldn't find a more loyal or carrying friend or companion. That i...
I could hear Venus moan, as she convulsed from one orgasm after another, while attempting to keep her legs from buckling under her. Whenever she failed in this effort she was once again left hanging by her pretty red pony tail. I tried to visualize her struggles and imagine how sensual her "dance" would be. The blindfold couldn't stop the images in my brai...
Chapter Three. The Singular Case Of The Screaming Orgasm. Inspired (very loosely) on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's 'The Man with the Twisted Lip' and 'The Three Garidebs.' This tall tale is totally fiction and does not portray any real event or act. xxx "You are quite right, Em-Em. Beau does have the propensity to use his sharp teeth at the moment of climax....
I had traveled to Portland for the first time ever -- a week there on business. I found myself flipping through a magazine, searching for touristy things to do, when a familiar face caught my eye. I stared for a minute -- looking back at me from the page was a man who had been my lover years ago, without a doubt the best I'd ever had. It didn't take long to...
Nancy turned the lights down, she hovered over me, her fetid breath enhanced by rubbing her stinky fingers on her teeth. I said, I am ready to taste your shit. Nancy smiled, I'm ready to stink you up. Nancy still had her panties on. They were sagging under the load of excrement inside. She placed her left hand inside and emerged with shit covered palm and di...
Trying something a little different here. All characters are entirely fictional and any likeness or similarities to any persons are purely coincidental. Thanks for dropping by. -- "You whore!" Buckley wheezed, kneeling as his broad frame doubled over with his large hands trapped between his legs. Azalea probably would've laughed if she could focus. Fog...