The place was plainer than I had expected, a nondescript little building at the end of a row of businesses that claimed to be open, but had no one inside. A few blocks away, nightlife bustled through the city as other twenty-somethings like me made their way to bars and shows and clubs. Well, I was also making my way to a club, I supposed. Albeit a different...
The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is a mysterious nation, and it is shrouded in tradition and mystery. Even by Islamic standards, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is quite strict. It's known as the place ruled by strict Sharia Law, where women cannot drive, and people get their hands cut off for stealing. According to the West, that's the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia in a v...
Chapter 1 Lightly balding, wiry and muscular Charlie Tucker (43), looked under the short skirt of his work partner sitting opposite him, the beautiful slant-eyed Bunny Rivers. "Beautiful thighs. Does your husband still appreciate your body?" Bunny, 10 years younger that Charlie, who'd heard him make that same comment perhaps 30 times in the seven months...
So there I am like any other Rogue in a pub drowning my sorrows pawning the goods that I steal from the already poor families. Then in walks this high elf with long braided hair down to her ass; an ass by the way, that was hanging out of her short shorts. She seemed to give zero fucks about that though. She was followed by about five scrappy looking men prob...
Preamble: Yep it's been too long since I last wrote, but I have had someone e-mail me and inspire me to write again. I hope this captures the spirit of my previous master/sub slut stories... I intend it to be just as dirty. My stories are written about me, a dirty minded Master, and very willing submissive sluts, who find ultimate satisfaction in giving up...
Notes from the author: Hello again. Good news and bad news on this chapter. Bad news is there is no sex. And it's a little shorter than I wanted it to be. The good news is that it's hot. Be advised that this chapter does feature some humiliation and degradation, which you can generally expect to be up there on my list of favorite things and it will often s...
I hate Darnell because he's this ridiculously huge fucking prison-yard-looking black guy. Total badass player. Owns a bar. Has money. An Escalade. Parties a lot. Loud and angry whenever he feels it's necessary. He scares the shit out of me a lot of the time. Not sure how stable he is. I never know what he's going to do next. Me on the other hand? I'm regarde...
This is a continuation of Should I Move from CH.2 When we woke the house was quiet. We showered together and felt each other up. I knelt and sucked his cock hard but left it and said, "I will take care of that later today for you," which got me a swat on the butt and "You're a damn tease." Walking to the kitchen we saw that some couples were snuggled on th...
He can sense my horiness. He can't deny that he is feeling the same way. He feels his cock start to stir once again. Trying to keep his mind on the task at hand he keeps on feeding me. But just then a sudden delicious idea runs though his mind. Taking a grape between his fingers he grins at me as he lets it fall between my breasts watching as it lands perfec...
The first two installments of this series were posted in the 'Mature' category, if you'd like to read them before embarking on this journey. I've posted this final segment in the 'Group Sex' category for obvious reasons, as the sexually philanthropic Kathy is kind enough to share me. A one-way trip to Atlanta was never more pleasurable. Please enjoy.........