After the last episode with Houseman and his henchman Barry, I decided it was time to get out, she might enjoy being used but I didn't. I gave Hazel an ultimatum, either we leave High Wycombe and get away from them or I would leave her. She tried the old come on, flashing her big brown come to bed eyes and stroking my dick, but this time I was adamant. Reluc...
"You're right on time." She smiles radiantly up at him as she pulls open the door and ushers him in. "I brought wine." He gestures with the paper bag and the bottles clink together. "You look amazing." He says reverently as he steps inside, admiring the way her perfect silhouette is emphasized by her evening dress. The dusty beige compliments her glowing sk...
You sit back facing me, reaching for your latte and taking a small sip of the hot liquid. "So?" you ask demandingly. I shrug, feigning non committal. "Do you think we can?" You smile that smile, the one you know I can never resist, and I can feel one foot gently rubbing the inside of my leg. "I know we can, baby." I smile back, but you're not looking at...
She placed on her tight black velvet dress and her spiked heels and climbed into her car. It was a three hour drive to the party and she wanted to get an early start. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled some. She had always thought that she was pretty. Her long black hair that hung down to the top of her ass and her blue eyes that sparkled like Lake...
The pen name should say it all. The things that happen in my stories are at best, unlikely. To me, that's the whole point of fantasy. I'm writing to get you hard or wet, whichever is appropriate. If that's your sort of reality, then step inside. Please vote and comment, because that's what keeps me writing. **** Kitty let her butt sway just a bit more as s...
I know I sound like a slut. I realize it may sound like I think everyone is somewhat of a slut. Let me be more clear. I only know that I am a slut. And I know that there are many other people who believe and feel like they are sluts. And I like those people and like to spend time with them. It's too simple really. I like to get naked and I like to be with...
Molly was bored. Sundays were the worst. They had gone to church. Michael played the guitar at contemporary service. He was the last person who should be up there singing about Jesus. He was a degenerate. She loved that he was. She felt a little badly she had gotten him sucked into playing in the band but watching him suffer through the same set of simple so...
Kris had gotten hungry while he was out, and being a little indecisive about food, he decided the best thing to do would be to hit the buffet and just have a bit of what he liked the look of, and make life easier for himself. He didn't really like going to the buffet alone. It made him feel alone, especially as whenever he went on his own, he seemed to be th...
The date-rape drugs described here—GHB, MDMA and Meth—are real, just, to my knowledge, never compounded for effects quite like those described. The carrier DMSO acts exactly as described and has been used as a substance-drug carrier across the skin for years. I have personal experience with the hypnotic state described here - In the hands of an unethical a...
I was still quite innocent in the art of walking the Vegas strip after 2 a.m., which was littered with screaming fat chicks, homeless men, stumbling couples, and hookers. As I walked across a bridge beneath one of those blaring fifty-foot TVs, two black chicks approached me. "Hey sexy! Where do you think you're going?" I'd never been too much into black girl...