The dorm supervisor handed over the envelope to the gathered crowd, it was all she could do as instead of being addressed to one of the gathered ladies, the envelope was instead addressed to "all in the St. Beatrix dormitories in the Pontefactual Faculty of Theology Sardinia." Maria grabbed it first and none of the assembled disagreed, she took the lead on...
Have you ever seen a pair of lips so perfect... that your most innate and immediate thought... was how they would feel placing soft wet kisses between your thighs? No? I hadn't either. But for the last 45 minutes, all I have been able to think about is if having letters of the alphabet being traced around your clit feels as good as it sounds. When I had s...
Rebecca waited for three weeks for Professor Case to talk, text, or anything to let her know that she was still his dirty little whore, but nothing not even a seductive look. Then one day right after class as she was walking towards the door, she heard his voice. "Rebecca come here!" It gave her goosebumps all over her body, excitement flooded her body f...
When I was 19, my girlfriend and I discovered something, although I suspect that along with many other things we discovered, she orchestrated it. Judy was 21 with long blonde hair and blue eyes and she was very attractive without being beautiful. She had long legs, which she considered her major asset and she had a nice backside. Her tits were large, she wor...
If not for the ability to mask one's presence, the bridge below would have been filled with gawkers. Some shouting words of encouragement, while others felt the need to taunt, screaming jump, using this as a platform to purge the frustrations felt in their own lives. Officials would've had to beat back the crowd of spectators so they could do their jobs. Th...
CHAPTER ONE (England) Disillusioned, angry and feeling like whoring, Rothschild Cape stood outside the publishing house of Byron and Shakespeare, rejected manuscript under his arm. He watched a lady riding sidesaddle eating grapes but holding her nose as she passed the horse-drawn night-cart that ought to have been off the streets at that time of day. Rot...
Author's Note: This is the first of seven chapters that will be exploring the sexual escapades of an extremely well-endowed cis bisexual male named Lance. This story is told in first person past tense, and it has semi-ridiculous proportions and cumflation. Lance is now in his late 20s, and he is a spectacle of a man. 6'3" tall (190cm), a toned athletic fram...
I wish I did not know what I know. I wish that my life had been different. It's true that I sold my soul to my master, the sorcerer. The erotic mix of sex and magic that he wove his spells around made him impossible for me to resist. I yearned for satisfaction, my fat little body craved the sound fucking and degenerate humiliations that so far only master...
Miriam was drunk. She sat in the dimly lit and sparsely populated bar early in the afternoon, having been forced to leave work early due to the half day. She had watched bitterly as everyone left, knowing all her co-workers were thrilled to finally be off for Christmas and were headed home to the warm embraces of families, spouses, and lovers, while she wa...
A very dear friend of mine from back in high school was going to get married again. Craig, my friend, married right out of high school at the age of 18. He and his wife had two kids together, house in the suburbs, two cars and looked to be perfectly happy. One day, after 30 years of marriage, he came home from work to a note that his wife had left him. Craig...