My name is Stephen, and I am addicted to sex. I still live with my parents which means I can’t really freely express my sexual preferences. I could literally fuck anyone; that’s how horny I get. These past few days, I have tried doing naughtier and naughtier stuff.. For example, I have taken my father’s phone to check what he was browsing on the internet. An...
A slight departure from the norm with the Milk Dud stories. This one is a continuation of Milk Duds 7, so you really should read it first then cum back to this episode. Again this story is dedicated to that special woman giving me the inspiration and idea. Now on with the show. ************************************************ Labor Day weekend: Suzie...
Lady Amelia felt a final sharp pull on her hair as the last of the intricate braids were pinned in place with an ornate ivory clasp studded with rubies. Her lady-in-waiting Jacinta held up a silver mirror so that Amelia could inspect the work that had been carried out upon her head. Amelia nodded her approval and Jacinta returned the mirror to the large ches...
It was a week since she had been sent here; a week in which her life had changed completely. In many ways she was still not clear about what had happened. She remembered coming back home one day, to find her house locked and a large suitcase standing on the porch. There was a letter for her from her parents telling her that they had to go away in a hurry a...
June 17, 2032. Father’s Day. A time of reflection for some and celebration for many. For me, it’s a time of angst. You see, my father and I have a complicated relationship. A lot of people say that about their fathers, but I don’t think their stories are anything like mine. My name is Armand Saint-Cyr. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec,...
This is an original story following 'A Fall in Antioch.' May 1107 The cloaked figure stood motionless by the mast. He could hear the rain hammering on the wooden decks like gravel flung against an oaken door and hissing where it fell into a leaden sea. The wet sail above him dripped idly on his neck and shoulders. There was scarcely a breath of wind an...
Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. A raunchy tale of a king and queen using their power to wallow in utter sodomistic debauchery and obscene depravity. It was a cool autumn evening in the town that circled the mighty castle Longstead in the land of Perversia. Stars started to shine in the darkening sky as...
The way “Big John” looked at me made my skin crawl. He was big, black, and had to be 55--at least ten years older than my father. It was the summer of 1988 and I had just graduated from high school. I felt great about myself because I had been voted “Class Beauty” as well as “Most Likely to Succeed.” My father was very proud that I had achieved a 4.7 g...
Among the citizens of LakeCross, there had always been three constants in life; patriotism, honor and justice. That ended at the hands of the Legion. And yes, they fought. And it didn’t take the Legion three months nor did it take the Legion three days to storm the outer walls to the city. It took only three hours. This is the story about two dredges of soc...
Many years ago when I was a hormonally driven teenager but not that popular with the girls, I had something happen to me which I apparently had suppressed for some reason. As I think back on it now, I wish it hadn’t slipped into the subconscious, for the memory is so pleasant now. For the past several months I have been corresponding regularly with several...