(Next Chapter is what you've all been waiting for.) (Chapter 12 will not be the last Chapter, looks like I'll be typing a chapter 13.) "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" "I'm sorry! Why don't you bitch a little fucking more dude. Seriously!" "DON'T SMACK MY FUCKING ARM INTO THE DOOR ASSHOLE, IT'S FUCKING BROKE!" "If you don't shut your big fucking mouth, I'll br...
There she sat again, taunting me. Her name was Katherine and she was that annoying teacher's pet sent by God to make this dead end job my worse nightmare. Sharp as a pin, this girl was my biggest critic, annoyingly waving her hand to correct me on anal piss-ass details...it's English not rocket science! Now why did I, Steven Anderson, even care what this sno...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. * * * * * The Members, Masters and Mistresses, gathered for breakfast in Castleton's formal dining room. Each of them had their slaves kneeling by their side. The slaves wore robes and studded leathe...
The next of my experiences in the village occurred when a notable young wild child appeared. She had come to the village to purge herself and to escape the nightclub lifestyle for a while. A few days after she arrived she approached me and asked me why I was there. "I don't know who you are," she said to me, "but I can tell that you are not a native. I was...
This story is a fantasy. This story is not based on real events or people. But boy, I'd like it if it was... ***** It started out as private feedback to one of my stories, and I responded back to the email address that was provided thanking the person for not just both reading and enjoying my story but to also taking the time to write and say so. Lisa wa...
'Today I tell him the truth.' Nyla thought to herself as she traced her eyelids with black eyeliner. She was going to tell her husband of six months who and what she truly was. Nyla Jefferies was a whore and she loved it. She just didn't love, she needed it. They had known each other for years before they married and even when they were friends she never tol...
This story is a work of fact and not a figment of my sexual imagination. However if you are under 18, or offended by frank, open, graphic sexuality of all adult types then please do not read it. If you are not offended please enjoy. * I strip. Naked, I'm feeling horny and my sexual tension and frustration is high. My blood is pulsing throughout my body a...
I couldn't take my eyes off her as I followed her up the stairs to our bedroom. Her beautiful bottom was just inches from my face as I watched it sway sexily beneath the tight silky fabric of her skirt. My arm was outstretched as she held my hand, almost pulling me behind her. As soon as we entered the bedroom she turned around and gave me a long sexy kiss...
Miss Bradshaw was a very independent and capable woman who had her own small village grocery store. She had run this store with the help of two part time serving ladies for twenty years, and was a well-known figure in Little Piddlington. Miss Bradshaw was a stocky broad shouldered brunette who had a deep voice and a throaty laugh. She walked with a large pur...
Some sentences are in Marathi, our native language and have been translated for you all.... * Coming back to Mumbai from a lust filled marathon sex session we were not able to meet each other due to our individual commitments. Change of jobs made matters worse for me. Distance makes the heart grows fonder was turning out to be true. We used to chat at tim...