O Little Town of Bethlehem A Christmas Tale of A Pius Man Randell Schwerdt, arms dealer, occasional "interrogator" for hire, and all around unpleasant soul, awoke to having his world turned upside down. Literally. For a quick, hopeful moment, Randell had thought he would wake up any time now. After all, why would the only illumination in the area be red...
Taking requests and trying to create a fun member experience at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Jnightshade You see it in front of you, Farasset house. Rumor has it that the house was built in the early nineteen hundreds by a crazy cult. They believed that they could deliver the world to the devil by altering reality. The place had been empty for as long as you...
My night has been dull, like most, until a striking figure enters my frame, dark and mysterious, the epitome of class, with his chiseled features and charming air. I follow him with my eyes as he works the room. My heartbeat quickens when he nears. At last the lady of the house leads him right to me and introduces us, as if I've willed it. "Mariano De Mora,...
Copyright© 2009 by Stultus Synopsis: George is happily divorced and even more happily involved in his prospering business, but his friends think it is long past time for him to get back into the dating game once again. Hilarity ensues. Sex contents: A bit of Sex Genre: Romantic Humor Codes: MF, FFM, Slow, Humor, Slight Misogyny, True? Originally Posted...
WEDNESDAY When working nights, one gets used to sleeping in as late as necessary. While working in the coffee shop, there was nothing worse than the feeling of waking up completely rested. That invariably meant that she slept through her alarm. Layla was alarmed to be thrown out of her dream by someone rocking her back and forth by her shoulder. For a mome...
Gretchen Lovewell Milf German athlete forced into a sexual marathon and bred. * * * * * This is a Jack Grierson story. It follows from the chapters of Her Fiancé's Father and several of my other stories. * * * * * Illustration by Calzas Jack ran up the trail as hard as he could. It was late afternoon in December and an early dusk was falling. While it...
Interview with the Lesbian Vampire Cougars Interview 3: Regina the Muse People sometimes wonder what I do to my quarry, as the matron of this household they assume I must be the cruellest of the cruel, one who's sadism trumps my daughters in every way shape and form, one who is indeed a native of hell must know cruelty and how to inflict suffering and mort...
I am pumping my stiff, throbbing 18 year old cock into this beautiful mid 20's Farah Fawcett look-a-likes’ tight hot pussy. She’s leaning with her elbows on the kitchen counter in her Hilton Head beach house, talking on the phone to her husband in Indianapolis. Her young twins are sleeping in their room downstairs. Nap time. Speaking of naps, that’s when I...
**This is going to get a little weird, but it's even stranger to the two characters in most of this. O_o --------------- As the sun began its climb into the Midwestern sky, a man stood on an as-yet deserted street corner in Dairydale. There was a bit of dust on his boots from his journey, but his jeans and his denim jacket were clean. So this was it, he t...
In the ruins, there was a chamber, such as it was. To the present day human eye -- to one who was not specifically entitled to be there, or one who perhaps had stumbled there by chance, but was not unwelcome, it was little more than a half fallen-in dusty hole, with a soft and somewhat strange glow in it. No one ever came here anyway who drew breath, and any...