I had begged and begged Margarite for the anniversary present I wanted most, and finally she agreed. She'd know I had a fetish for watching women puke, but she had never agreed to do it herself. But finally after weeks of begging, she decided it might be interesting to see what it was like. She had watched some of my videos- all those beautiful women emptyin...
Another boring day at Carleton University. The Capital of Canada can be a quirky environment. The only place on the planet earth where I can feel both invisible and the object of unsaid, unuttered hostility at the same time. Even on a campus teeming with East Indians, Arabs, Chinese and others among throngs of Caucasian students, being Black and male makes o...
Freedom is in the eye of the beholder. To some, freedom is the ability to do what you want when you want it. That was the freedom I thought I wanted. I moved out when I wanted. I went to the college I wanted. I majored in journalism so I could write and do photography when and where I wanted. I even lived in a camper for a year, because I wanted to. It sound...
I HATE my feet. I was born with toes so long that they resemble little fingers. I could almost play piano with them; my reach is so long. My second toe is considerably longer than my big toe. To make matters even worse, my toes are rather thin as well. Worse yet it seems to be a dominant trait with four of my five children having inherited the same horrid bi...
Please let me know what you think of this story. Sadly, it is a work of fiction. (C) 2000, Henry Wilcox Permission to post this on the internet is granted, provided this notice is left attached. * I came home from work one day to find my girlfriend Emma and a friend of ours called Sarah chatting away in the kitchen. As I walked in, they both looked at me...
Let's imagine a world where all the world's religious leaders decree tomorrow that eating is bad, sinful, and wrong, and moreover, that if you absolutely MUST eat, it can't be enjoyable, it has to be bland, without taste, and you have to eat in secret and in shame, and if you enjoy eating that you are a bad person. Almost immediately, your normal, healthy mi...
Characters in this story are fictional. Events described did not occur. Chapter One My name is Ethan. As of late, I had been living and working in a suburb of Portland, Oregon, as a software technician for a small PC service shop. I had started about six months earlier. A couple times a week, I walked down the block from the shop, either before the start...
Her pregnant body now ready to be primed for the next steps in her masters plan. 7 months since her master had introduced his sperm into her fertile womb . She had been continuously filled with hot enema solution for several weeks leading up until her sperm induction day. On her “Day” a minimum of four hot gallons is flowed into her anal cavity before dawn....
For Michael, Cassie's white boyfriend, penis length had become an increasing issue over the last six months. It was clear that Cassie and Leroy were the only missing parties from the boat. Whilst there was no certainty that they were together on an island somewhere, something in Michael's mind was certain that they were. Michael had noticed Leroy subtly ogli...
Don't read this story if you don't like scenes in which men are forced and degraded without their permission by dominant women. ***** "Mike, there's a party Saturday night and this time you're coming with me." "It's not one of your office parties is it Gwen?" "No, it's round at my friend Christine's house. There'll be one or two surprises but you never k...