CHAPTER 6 -- DIRGE OF DESTINY I am called Dirge of Destiny. I do not know why, nor do I have any control of my life. The people who coming looking for me see me as some haughty queen to kneel before and worship, yet I am no more than a slave in this place...a whore kept on display for the amusement of others. Sometimes, I dream. I do not like my dreams. T...
Note: all characters in this story are over 18 and consenting. * "John? Dude! Wake up!" Piggy slapped John across the back of the head playfully and grinned at him, watching him make a panicked attempt to fix his hair. "Come on man, five minutes." "Yeah, yeah. I'm getting there" Moaned John. Opening his eyes and batting Piggy away with his right hand,...
All characters are over the age of 18 years old and all players are consenting adults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - OLD MRS SPENCER Sandra Spencer was my most regular customer. She would come for a massage every day if Nurse Adams could fit her into my schedule. Like so many women born in the 1940s, she witnessed the sexual revolution...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
From the first time Crowther saw Vittoria in his Sociology class at Buttermilk State, he’d been both attracted and slightly frightened by her. She was a gorgeous Mediterranean chick, and Crowther often heard her snort from the back of the room when he was answering the teacher’s questions. Long legs, usually either a leather mini with fishnet stockings or...
Little piggy men, grunting and sweating as they jerk their inadequate winkies, their minds feverishly lapping up every kink they can find in erotica: Not the proudest aspect of human kinds illustrious history, nor the most attractive. No matter....no matter, for it is the trolls of this site that are my muse and have inspired my fantasy and provided me wit...
* * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * The female took a slow breath and a third time lifted, heartbeat pounding, nervousness pressing that knot within her belly to a new degree, she rolled her hips backward, the flow of the muscles under her skin making awareness blossom to a new d...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** i lived the last years of my life enslaved body and soul to a man who broke me. He took all i was, and remade me in the image of his most loathsome desires. It's easier for me to think about it that way. It's easier to forget that i craved his afflictions as much as his affectio...
My face was kind of a mess. My jaw was sore. My butt hurt, and I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. My dick was locked in a tiny metal cage that hurt like hell whenever it tried to get hard, and pinched sometimes. And my stripper version of Mr. Miyagi was asking me questions all of a sudden. Specifically, she wanted to know if I thought I had earned a p...