For those of you that have read my past stories, you'll find this a little different. First, it's written in the first person. You'll see why. Second, it's somewhat tongue-in-cheek. I dedicate it to Mr. Anonymous; you know who you are. So here's to you, Mr. Anonymous. And to your wife, eh? * * * Several months ago, I had gone online to see if any new comme...
Prologue Anonymously I shuffled my way to my desk, firmly clenching my cup of coffee. I was 'only' two hours late for work, but I managed to avoid the usual comments. I safely reached my desk and very gently lowered my sore body onto my chair. It took me a few moments to be able to relax my muscles in my bottom and legs, but after a few sips of my coffee I...
Chapter Sixty YAVARA The first thing I noticed when I awoke, was the familiar warmth of hair atop my head. It was strange, but the most jarring part of being burned half to death was the feeling of cold air against my bald pate. The missing limbs and skin were somehow secondary, and so the recovery of those lost things came as a second realization to me....
Part Fourteen: A Traitor of Two Nations Interlude Yavara sat upon a black throne. She closed her eyes and savored the discordant symphony of wails and moans, the drone punctuated by the clanking of chains and the cracking of whips. Exhaling contentedly, she opened her eyes. Below her laid a spectacle of depravity, churning masses of flesh oscillating to so...
Michele Balsom woke up to vivid images of large black cocks dancing in her dreams. Her sheer green baby doll nightie was bunched up around her waist and one hand was massaging the tingles in her wet pussy. Her big DD breasts were heaving rapidly and her round nipples were hard as small pebbles as she used her other hand to roll one between two fingers. She w...
As she made her way through Tegel Airport in Berlin with her husband and the rest of his golfing group, Peggy Sanford spied Linh, the beautiful Eurasian woman she had met in Paris walking toward her. Linh was dressed in a flight attendants uniform. It was part of the ruse she and Peggy had cooked up so Peggy could get away for the night. The plan was for Peg...
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain, and all the children are insane. —The End by The Doors ******** I woke to the murmur of voices. The devotees and pain aficionados were starting to filter back into the Caligula Grotto. Stopping abruptly in her tracks, a pretty and voluptuous young blonde with shapely legs—and rump to match—caught sight of Gloria and...
My name is Grace. You can find my topless photo and a brief history of my life in my biography attached to this profile, dreamweaver5539. I refer to myself as Busty Ex Nun, as that is what I am. I entered a convent at the age of 17, and was married at 23 when I found the life unfulfilling. I am now in my early 30's. When I was married I was a 38 DD, but now...
Chapter 1: How the Program works - exam, selection, installation, observation and accessories The Headmaster of exclusive Ansonia Academy was sitting by the fireplace in the Faculty Lounge with his younger colleague from a sister prep school in New England. They were drinking sherry at tea time, alone. In his mid-forties, the Headmaster was wiry, with stiff...
*Author's note: Any and all persons engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Xyla Woods lugged the heavy box up the neatly bordered walkway to the front door. She cursed the idiot, probably Marla Tooms that had come up with the idea that the cheerleaders could go door to door selling the crappy candy bars. Like they ha...