She stopped me with the word "massaji"—she was tiny, no more than 5 feet tall and so thin she must have weighed less than 90 lbs. She had a white top that showed her midriff and a pair of tight jeans that hugged her slim legs and hips. A cel phone, decorated to show her individuality in the way that all young Japanese did, dangled from her belt. I asked in E...
Beware! The following story contains graphic depictions of sex involving feces. All characters in this story are eighteen years or older and are entirely fictional. Any similarities to actual persons are entirely coincidental. Enjoy! ***** "I know your secret. I know you're a nasty, sick fucker," the girl in the clip says. Ricky and his wife Morgan sit na...
My wife Cara knows me well, we've been together for a long time now, so that's no surprise. She knows that after a period of particularly frenetic sexual activity, that I can often go into a sexual drought. She knows to bide her time and be patient. After our last escapade at Lowe's Corner, Cara and I had a lot of sex, fucking every day for a full week after...
Like most folks, the smell of shit disgusts me. The first time that you'd summoned me into the bathroom to take the first steps toward serving as your toilet slave, I had steeled myself before I walked in the door. I fully expected to have the natural reaction that anyone would have to the smell. As I knelt before you, I was happy to find out that I liked...
Officer Janel Foster knocked lightly on door to the hospital room, meeting her latest Special Victim, a mom of 3 girls abused in a beach bathroom. The photographer was taking pictures and the 3 young daughters were crying and her husband was holding his wife's hand, her face puffy, her lips cut and swollen. One thing could not be missed by the SVU officer wa...
Warning: This story contains scat. If you don't like that sort of thing then this chapter isn't for you. * * * * * * It wasn't long after he went to bed and shut off the lights when his door opened and his beautiful mother quietly walked in, closing the door carefully behind her. She crawled underneath the covers and snuggled up tight with her young son, t...
Nancy turned the lights down, she hovered over me, her fetid breath enhanced by rubbing her stinky fingers on her teeth. I said, I am ready to taste your shit. Nancy smiled, I'm ready to stink you up. Nancy still had her panties on. They were sagging under the load of excrement inside. She placed her left hand inside and emerged with shit covered palm and di...
I still remember vividly the first time it happened. I awoke with a start from a strange nightmare, strange because not only was it frightening it was very erotic. I lie in my bed linens soaked with my sweat and yet it was not a hot night in fact now I was getting a chill. The dream kept tumbling through my head with just bits and pieces floating up through...
Note: This story is a continuation of the previous three and will be best understood if those are read prior. 1 I proudly reached the ground without breaking my neck. It was my first time walking any distance or down stairs in high heels, and I could see why they are despised by many women. My pulse raced with anticipation, unsure of what twisted mi...
Second and concluding part. No graphic sex. Reading the first part would provide a basis for greater understanding. This second part, however, possibly will stand alone. To be sure, I am guilty of fascination with words and frequently choosing archaic constructions. To the half dozen who possibly will read and enjoy my humble effort, I extend my appreciati...