My Grammy always said, "Ain't nothin' better when it's cold outside than hot apple cider." Well, let me tell you something, at 3 AM in the morning in Denver in February its darned cold outside and stuff. I got to the club a little early 'cause I wanted to show the day shift girls my new snakeskin boots and stuff. I was always a little scared of gettin' snak...
June 19, 2010 Ms. Judith Robinson address deleted for privacy reasons Dear Judith, I am a cock. Plain and simple, yet I am sure you don't completely understand. I am not just a man with a cock, I am a man that is a cock, a man that fully embodies everything you find ugly in the cock with none of the things you might find good about them. Mind you...
(This story appeared on my computer. I have NO IDEA where it originated but if I catch her blue fingernails on my computer I will shove something beside a snowball up her excretion chute. – Silky) The beautiful Poon Tang paced in the woods, striding effortlessly with her marvelous long legs. She was concerned about the Silkeon, the dwarf maroon creature she...
*****this story takes place in between my stories "Steve and The Black Man" and "Steve Get's Roasted." ***** Melissa looked up just as Steve's rock hard cock erupted its load onto her face. She licked his hot sticky cum from her lips, took her hands off his dick and rubbed the cum on her face toward her mouth, licking her hands clean. "You suck cock real...
Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, punctuation, and also includes rewrites and expanded scenes where necessary. Please see my bio for more information. CHAPTER 1: WANDERLUST "Onward, you dumb beast," Satou said as he slapped the ox o...
I was driving along the motorway into Central London, not knowing which direction to take, just following the big road signs. It was a hot summers day, I had the windows rolled down and the top down. I was on my way to a important job interview. I noticed a white flashy looking car on the hard shoulder in the distance, being prepared to get towed away. I pul...
Act Three: There's Always Room Chapter Four: Ask Me to Enter "…God damn, woman," Yves was crying out, "how do you always do that?" The morning sun threw strange shadows in the doorway. Ursula shrugged, opened the door wide and stepped aside. "Come into my parlor." "Very funny," Yves grumbled, crossing the threshold and barging into Ursula's living room. "...
Keli's legs were still shaky and her thighs burned like they did after a good workout. She was idly nibbling on a hastily prepared salad as her mind tried to organize the barrage of thoughts assaulting it. She was disgusted by her husband's recent behavior. By recent she meant roughly the last twelve months. While she was disgusted by his behavior, she still...
Warning: this story contains bdsm and is the strongest story out of the lot. If you want to skip till the eight then do so. I will revise the conclusion in its prologue. IF bdsm is your kind of niche then each POV of the captive warrior woman has different style of bdsm. ***** Prologue: Defeated and dragged out like an animal, Nagma left behind a trail o...
Kaletina's dark woolen skirts were bunched up and pooled onto the small of her back. The fleshy, hefty cheeks of the young dancer's ass were a reddish olive-brown color under the clear drops of sweat which had beaded up all over her pleasingly wide, violently trembling bottom. The yellow light given off by the ornate bronze lantern, which was suspended fro...