Great Thanks to the always awesome mikothebaby for her editing magic, and patience with grammar, spelling and punctuation. Her valiant attempts to make my stories readable are much appreciated. As Always, any and all errors are mine, and mine alone. ++++ From Thinking of Action Part 1 ++++++ The dogs were now snarling and started advancing on the child w...
The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate sti...
These stories I am telling you about are facts and real life experiences, not fiction. However, to protect our identity I have changed our names to keep the lunatics off our front porches. My name is Jackie. I'm a sports coach at a local school in Tampa, Florida. I am in my late thirties. I'm just a normal woman, with an average build, fairly attractive and...
CHAPTER 1 Working as a trainer in a gym was beginning to depress Dean Armstrong. So many people with excellent potential started with good intentions and would be doing fine. But all too many would gradually weaken and finally opt out, their resolve crumbling. He was relieved other trainers also experienced similar frustration. It was so wasteful. And then...
I woke up and gave Rick the longest and most sensuous blow job of his life for his first morning back at work. Mary had taught me to always send her loving man to work on Monday satisfied and relaxed to start the week, one of us always did that task. Wednesday evenings were also an important day, especially after work as that became his stress relief time or...
Life was wonderful. I was successful, we lived in a fantastic house, my wife was still exceptionally beautiful and we had two healthy, intelligent, almost fully-grown children. Then the word caved in. At the age of forty, Beverly suffered a very early menopause and it happened with devastating speed. The good side was that she did not suffer any of the usual...
Before I was taken my name was Marie and I lived in a small village in the countryside, about a weeks ride from the capital. From when I was young I was known as a teller of tales. My imagination reached up to the highest mountains and down to the darkest seas. When I was old enough I was given a job at the inn and paid to tell my stories to entertain travel...
His scent...I can still smell it in the coffee. I thought this was over. Done and finished with to be no more again. But these were his final words to me before I went far away from where he could follow me to. With a staid and heavily serious expression, he looked into my vigilant and alert damn eyes to tell me the harsh and cruel-like words themselves: "Y...
CHAPTER 1 In the relative stillness of mid-morning, with most people gone to work, or school or to the mall, Freddie Lusk scratched greying hair on his chest, hitched up his briefs and went to the laundry window to peer out between the curtains, having heard voices. He knew what it would be, yet another couple looking at the unsold house next-door. Yes, i...
This is a tale about fantasies involving the past and the mysterious creatures in the forest, who roamed the ranges of a sparsely populated region. The myths about wolves and werewolves are always linked to the shadowy forests. The historical background of the German nation building and the drive for wolf extinction is following facts rather closely. *****...