While Maggie was being filled by Jason in Los Angeles, David's mailbox was being filled by the postman. Like most people, the Lawton's rarely got "real" mail but the number of folders, catalogs and fliers seemed to have increased considerably. David, dressed in his working clothes of sweats, made his daily trip to the front door to empty the mailbox. As he s...
Hello. I want to tell you a story. I swear to you it's all perfectly true, which of course is a promise that means absolutely nothing coming from a fictional character like me. Yes, that's right, I'm fictional. My name is Henry. Henry Higgins. I was created by my Author, Sub Joe. Joe himself is, of course a nom de plume, so he in a way, is fictional too. No...
Ch 2: Knee Deep Corporal Hart moved into the next room, and took a seat in an obvious chair at the center of the otherwise bare room. Immediately after settling himself, he felt the cuffs and ankles of his suit lock down tight to the chair, as if magnetized. He tried to struggle against the restraint, but was powerless; he could only move his hips from the...
I liked men and I think most of them liked me as well. There was only one man though who had all the right to thrust his cock into my throbbing pussy any time he pleased. And whereas I got to enjoy the admiration of men and he let me enjoy them, it was just a matter of time when he was going to lock me up in chastity just to be on the safe side that I woul...
Author's note: This story is mainly a description of what it might be like to be a ponygirl slave, for which purposes it is set in a vague dystopian world in which ponygirl slaves are objects of use, and not selves to be cared for. There has been a conscious attempt to cover all aspects of such a life, including those that I would have been inclined to shy a...
Jul 5, 2009 MWM Chapter Four "Visiting Mom." Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories m...
Jason awoke with a blast of icy water to his face. He attempted to stand, but an impact to the back of his knees forced him back to the cement floor. His temples throbbed, and his vision was blurred. Gradually, the figures in the room came into focus. Looming before him stood a large uniformed officer of the State. He wore the same closely-cropped haircut a...
I was walking home from a friend's graduation party and I admit I was more than a little drunk. But hey, I was eighteen, a young, good-looking female, and if I wanted to party, I partied. But that night would be a night I would never forget. I was so tired I just wanted to go home and get some sleep. I had to make a choice, cut through the graveyard and ge...
Author's note: This is a true story and has not been edited or exaggerated to improve your wanking session. It describes a very rough and dirty act of anal sex between a college-aged boy and girl. A.S.G. Chapter 1 gives the background and lead-up to this chapter (in case you couldn't figure that out on your own.) This is more purely about sex and it should m...
Karen watches as Aunt Claire and Jamie get it on; then disciplines Kathy. * This story will be more satisfying if you read the previous installments but that is not necessary. It does involve bodily functions, spanking, and incest, so if those things offend you, read no further. ***** Karen sat on the edge of Claire's bed as her husband Jamie lavished th...