"And that's it! That's it! It's over!" the commentator babbled into their headset. "The match goes to Klutz! I can't believe it!!" The cheering in the stadium was deafening, and yet still Kenneth Lutz couldn't hear much. He was too busy coming back to reality and focusing on the fact that he needed to breathe. For seven years Ken had worked his ass off to...
Aspen checked the address twice when she finally reached the home located near the top of a low mountain in Northwest Arkansas. The wooden mailbox had the correct address, but the path from the road led to a beautiful multi-level home with large paneled windows in the front, a balcony with a small table and two chairs on the next level, and a double-door ent...
Shanell Jackson walked up to her apartment and saw the white paper taped to her door like she was being kicked while she was still down. She did not even have to read it before already knowing that Ashanti did not pay the rent. She quickly remembered all the times her mother would drag her from place to place when the rent was not paid, and that white sign o...
This chapter contains oral six with male and female partners, regular fucking, bondage and discipline. Beth agrees to submit to Mistress L for two weeks to see if she might be able to submit for a full year. My Voyage to Submission, Ch 2 - Apprenticed to Mistress L The Munch and Punishment I woke up the next morning when the vibrator started again. My sle...
Editor's Note: story contains bisexual male themes and scenes. * At 65 years old I was forced to retire from the job that I loved. I started in the fire service at the age of seventeen and I love it now just as much as I did when I started. Not many men can say that about a job, I thought my life was over. Being a single man for years I thought the only th...
I like to think of myself as a master of exploitation. Others will call me a bitch, a whore, or just plain evil. But my interference in the affairs of others is minimal; its victims further extend the problems I cause. Many solutions present themselves, but are neither explored nor realized. I feel no sympathy, and remain far from empathy. I only feel joy fo...
2068, Rotterdale, North Carolina, in the north-east neighborhood of Sweet Loft * I feel like I should recap. How long has this shit been going on? A year at least, ever since my life started getting more interesting than the usual high-school drama. Plenty of that but you all don't need to hear about the sex-oozing hottie I was too stupid to stay away fr...
I would like to start by thanking Hotprof1973 for reading the story and sharing several insightful suggestions to make the story better. I would also like to thank SBrooks103x for correcting the grammar in the story. There was a great deal more correcting than I expected. I would also like to thank dragonmann72 for reading and commenting on the story as well...
This is a repost of a story I removed from the site some time ago. If you have read it, there is no need to reread, vote or comment. Many have asked me to post it again, so I am. ***** Chapter One The eporeodon was exhausted. She staggered toward the stream, her urge to drink compelling her trembling legs. Her zebra like stripes were stained with clay whe...
"Just look at them. This breaks my heart!" she said quietly. "You taught both of them, right?" her husband whispered. "Yes. She just finished my class, and he was my student five years ago." "Wait. Wasn't he the valedictorian?" "Uh-huh. Smart as a whip. And as nice as they come. And very popular with the girls. I tried so hard to get him to go to college...