Alex was nervous, but previously having agreed to this weekend with an unparalleled and depraved excitement, he knew there was no turning back. Ever since he had talked to Jack online, eventually meeting the man and giving himself away in every way possible, he had felt more and more comfortable with each new twist, craving the next meeting he would have wi...
It is 1724. Mary Johnson was 24 years old and a still a young maiden. She was on her way to Jamaica to take her first posting from her Church-school as a school teacher. She'd had a very strict Puritanical upbringing and had worked very hard to get where she was. She was extremely proper, decent and well educated. But deep down she had deep and dark desires...
For such a rebel and heathen, perhaps it's ironic that she doesn't believe in choice. No, in her mind, our life paths were determined well before we were born. Now, she did believe that it was us that did the writing. In our fullness, our most integrated before becoming confined to these bodies, we knew us better than most of us are inclined to know ourselve...
The orc wench was a nice distraction from the dismal living conditions in the camp, especially since the delightful Cindy was gone. Thomas hated the tents, the poor food, living outdoors, and the constant smell. Of course, the orc wench didn't smell that good either, but the comforts she provided made up for it. "Oona dear, be a love and refill my goblet."...
Spin was a sweet girl who always did what she was told. She'd grown up always doing what her parents told her to and acting the prissy little bitch that she thought they wanted her to be. At the age of 14 she'd joined the cheerleading team, swelling their ranks with her beautiful, luscious body, the object of fantasy of dozens of the boys at her high school....
NOTE: THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THAT I HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT ANAL SEX. I HAVE NEVER TRIED IT BEFORE & DOUBT WHETHER I WILL. DON'T ASK ME WHY: I JUST FEEL IT WOULD BE DAMNED PAINFUL FOR HER! HOPE I GOT IT RIGHT. LOOK FORWARD TO FEEDBACK, POSITIVE OR OTHERWISE. The SUV was modified at a non-descript garage. The owner was a friend; in fact, he still is. The rear wa...
If you haven't read Chapter 1 and 2, perhaps you should. In case you haven't, the seeds for this story were provided to me by a fan. This is a collaboration of sorts, we've both worked on ideas and the characters, but most of what you read has been written by me. In simple terms, this is a parody of American Horror Story: Asylum, with a lot of creative lice...
When Jill woke late the next morning, she slowly took stock. She couldn't quite remember how she'd gotten to bed. But she remembered everything she had done the night before - and everything Danny had done. She felt the effects of the wine in her head. But she was pleased to note that her bottom felt fine even after being penetrated by Danny's huge dick. A s...
Zarek was still asleep when Sarielle got up on Saturday. Her father always slept late on worship days, treating them as a day off. But the goats had to be milked every day, so Sarielle never got the same privilege. One hand on the stove door, she went to reach into the wood basket and found it empty. Her father must have put on the last of the logs and not...
I had plenty of gas, and, in early summer, the weather was warm, but my GPS was down. I was lost in the back roads of Kentucky, around Sassafras. It was evening and I knew that I had only about half an hour of effective light left. I'd by-passed a grimy mom-and-pop motel about an hour ago, and now I wished I'd stayed there, even if it was a dump. I'd follo...