Phoenix’s phone buzzed, waking him up. “Shit, who could that be?” He muttered sleepily to himself. Sure, it was already 3 in the afternoon on a Wednesday, but Phoenix had been up late last night. Straight out of class to a tutoring gig, then work on his thesis until the early morning hours. It was crunch time. Only a few more weeks to go. It was Dominique....
The males had been bound and were being led to their fate by their female captors. Matthew and Stephen were in their final year of university, where they had been enslaved by first year students Darreen and Shaylah respectively. The girls had no interest in academia, and had only enrolled with the intention of hunting boys with high quality genes. Once they...
"Ding! Dong!" Molly was standing by the door with her small bag strapped to her shoulder. A close family friend of her mother's had contacted her to watch the house of an acquaintance of theirs that same morning. She was available and needed the extra cash. It was mid-August and most of her friends where away on vacation so the timing was perfect. A quiet we...
Prolog: Because we are currently engaged in "Slavery by Syndication," it is difficult for modern man to assert his individuality. Adding to the dilemma of "socialization," we have a syndicated academia that strain to seduce capitalistic communism onto their current students -- which attempts to robotize young minds by creating a higher educational power (a...
Ryan Carter got his doctorate from the archaeology graduate program at Harvard and was a field researcher and adjunct professor with Columbia University. Inspired as a child by the Indiana Jones movies, Ryan wanted to study the mysteries of ancient cultures. Even though the academia and field work of archaeology was no where as glamorous or exciting as the m...
I hate dinner parties. But my estranged wife invited me to attend this one with her. I thought it provided an opportunity to reestablish our relationship, so I readily agreed. When I rang our apartment's door bell that Friday night, she answered the door with a small, knowing smile on her sweet face and looked better than I had ever seen her. In comparison,...
Sitting inside the Harvard University library, Evan wondered for the thousandth time why the good Lord made him. Seriously. As a devout Christian, he never questioned the Will of Heaven. However, lately he'd become convinced that God sometimes made mistakes. And one of those mistakes was obviously Evan Blackstone. How else could he explain how he'd never onc...
The Angel stood under the rain, and as the storm swept through the vastness of the valley, he pondered his next course of action. In those rare times when he allowed himself to be seen by mortal men and women, he favored the appearance of a six-foot-tall, good-looking, light-skinned Black man in his early twenties. A long time ago, during his first assignmen...
Addendum 2: DJ LaPica's Third Top 10 Lesbian C&W Songs "Annnnnd we're back from commercial break, San Francisco. Alice Pieszecki here at Station KPSF with our second hour, and guess who just popped in? It's our great galpal DJ LaPica, sometimes known as Carmen Morales to her family and friends. Hey, Carmen!" "Hey, Al! I brought you a latte." "Oh, you sure...
So there I was again on all fours in his bed. My peach coloured thong panties pulled to the side, and my daddy behind me with one hand on my hip and the other Gripped onto the back of my red corset. Chad relentlessly filling my ass pussy with his gorgeous rock hard 8" as I moaned "oh daddy, oh daddy don't ever stop fucking me, I love you" over and over in my...