Part V Chapter 44 As he knew it would, Fujiko was underwhelmed by his apartment near Fisherman's Wharf. It was dowdy even on the best days; now, after being empty for months on end -- and with just a few days spent there during that period -- the place was a petri dish of dust and mold. The toilet in particular looked like some kind of science experiment g...
Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. * That evening as I enjoyed Neleema's naked body, tonguing her musky cunt as it drizzled a steady stream of salty-sweet liquid that I lapped...
Day Five, Paris-Brittany Style Today was Friday and I was planning a hot last night. My cunt ached from eight poundings in four nights. Instead of going to a hotel I planned to be nothing more or less than a married total-slut out on Friday night. It would be heals, plenty of cleavage, my short red mini-skirt, no bra, panty-less. The best gig possible came...
His head pressed back into the pillow, one hand clenching the sheets, the other the hair at the back of her head, he groans as his cock trapped in her mouth twitches one last time. "That was amazing." She knows. Over the past few months, as she's sucked so many cocks that the number has reached quadruple digits, she's learned a thing or two about getting w...
a huge thanks to you the reader and my editor couldnt do it without you both Men were running about getting things organized for our departure. I didn't even know where we were going; all I knew was that we were going north. While the supplies were being gathered for the trip, Damien ran me through some sword practice. After a few hours of preparati...
It started out like any other day. I crawled out of bed while Master slept, brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair. I did the few chores I normally started before he got up, and then made his breakfast. I woke him with his morning blowjob, kneeled beside him while he ate, and scrubbed his body in the shower while he got ready for work. I made his l...
"The Marquise is waiting in the parlor," the doorman said as he closed the door behind me. Involuntarily, I again rubbed the bump on the back of my head. It had stopped hurting except when I touched it, and my long hair hid it from view, but I couldn't quite put it out of my mind. While I'd been out with the King and his Dark God, the Marquise had sent a...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This is a very short story. I think I ended it, before I realized it was over. There are attempts at humor, and it's yet another play on the free-use theme, with a touch of sci-fi tossed in. (In which was tossed? Fuck it, I'm ending it with a preposition.) Be prepared for pseudos...
James brushed a comb through his hair nervously. He couldn't help thinking of the previous day's events. He tried his best to throw up all the crap in his stomach, and wash the taste out of his mouth but it was to no avail. He couldn't stop thinking about the meeting with Juanita and her lawyer, Gloria. Gloria was family friends with Juanita and James had on...
Monica and Chandler had decided to exchange homemade gifts this year for Valentine's Day. Chandler had forgotten about it, and in a panic, had found an old mix tape of what he hoped were love songs. Monica loved it. "Okay, you ready to open yours?" she asked. "Yeah!" Chandler replied enthusiastically. "Okay," Monica said as she handed him her gift. Chand...