Beneath a snowy roof in the village of Karkan, an act of incest most foul reached its climax. Braya Redhand, voluptuous barbarian of the Ironfang mountain clan, rode her son. She forced his rough hands up her sculpted mid-section, sinuous and glistening as it twisted with each thrust upon his turgid cock. It wasn't long before his fingers reached around the...
At long last, the day was over. He trudged down the dim streets with burdened shoulders. Waiting, fighting, fucking, bowing, listening, eating, it was all just too much for one day. It would be quite bearable if it was without an audience, but such was life. There was some small solace to be found in the leisurely days ahead, at least until he was called u...
I was sitting in the hotel lobby. The couch was comfy enough, even if it was a little close to the waffle bar. I guess that's what I get for going cheap. The hotel rooms were nice enough, with prompt maid service. The pool area was great. The itinerary said there was a hot tub, though I hadn't seen it. I was particularly fond of the conference room. Only a...
Introduction: It was the summer of 1967 and songs like "Groovin", "Windy", and "Light My Fire" were being played on every radio station you turned to. Societal attitudes and mores were rapidly being turned around. The innocence of generations past were being turned upside down and basically discarded. The youth of the period were creating a much different wo...
I first saw her as she walked into a small sidewalk bistro in front of my hotel on Ipanema Beach. "Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema comes softly, and when she passes, each one she passes, goes "Ahhhh..." Except for the tall part, Gabriella was all of that. And more. I was in Rio de Janeiro for two nights before turning around on the...
I took a big gulp of water from the wet plastic bottle, and set it back down in the cup holder of my lawn chair. The hot sun was beating down, slowly cooking my legs and bare chest, and the sound of quiet voices passing by was lulling me to sleep. "You look awfully cute in that straw hat Bobby," a familiar female voice said. I opened my eyes and saw Patty,...
This is a follow on from "A Christmas Gift..." This has taken a little bit of writing over the last little while. Apologies for taking so long. It's a continuation from the story of Ben and Clarissa from "A Christmas Gift But Not For Me". ***** I woke with a raging thirst. I had forgotten how the British central heating systems work in winter - not conten...
"'Veni, vidi, vici!'" he said to himself. "Shit! I can't believe it!" He shook his head and said again: "Veni, vidi, vici!" And immediately his heart went into his throat because he realized that he was saying it out loud now. He was standing before her, and she was giving him an incredulous look because she knew what he was talking about, having mentioned C...
Chicago, Illinois — 2006 Laresa sighed, unable to assist her Mistress due to the last command Hanna had spit out in a drug-fogged fit of pique. Just stand over there invisible and watch. Stay out of this. I can handle my fucking high, okay? Laresa shook her head sadly as she remembered the words, knowing they weren't true then, and certainly weren't true...
SPH III: The Return of Santa's Perverted Helper By rutger5 For the third time that cold December afternoon I tried to adjust the digital binoculars on the house across the street but I was unable to focus them. That was because my young assistant had succeeded in removing my Yule log from its confinement and she was doing her best to grow it to its full ho...