There it was. Damn it, I thought. She had broken our deal. We were both supposed to sacrifice something for our relationship for each other. That was the agreement. She was supposed to quit smoking, which was a harmful, expensive habit, yet there was the evidence, staring me in the face. There was the ashtray, out in the open, with a cigarette butt still rel...
As the girl tried to alternate between breathing and swallowing the fluids that had built up in her throat Adam reached down to grab his shirt at the bottom, lifting it over his head. He took it in one hand and wiped the girl's eyes for her, breathing a bit hard himself. His rigid length extended above her face, waiting for more. He stroked it a bit and step...
Author's Note: This is the second installment of the Tiara Tara series. It is strongly recommended that you begin by reading Part One. Submissively, Barbie * The jagged teeth of the clamp bit deep into the sensitive skin of Tiara Tara's right nipple, the sheering pain stabbing at her besieged mind like a red-hot poker. "Silence, my sweet cock-hungry wh...
Ruin me. Use me. Claim. Me. As. Yours. Not because I need it (although I do) But because you want it. You like to feel savage and call me things I would never tolerate from another. Words (that trigger anger and put a stop to everything from others) Punch me and prepare me for more pain. When I struggle, pin me down. Your hands on my throat brand...
Susan sighed. The housewife was having tea with one of her friends, Cathy, and she was having a good time, but there was something she just had to get off of her chest. "Mark and I haven't had sex in weeks," Susan finally said after a long pause. "Huh?" Cathy asked. "I mean, I love him and everything, but he's been so busy with work as of late that we don...
My stories are all true recollections of events from my life, as accurately as I can remember them, with two exceptions: 1. The names of my partners have been changed for their privacy; and 2. I have omitted any references to safe sex, because reading about people fiddling about with condoms is not to my mind very sexy, and in stories you don't need to be...
EPILOGUE - PART 2 We didn't waste time in the office. This was to crown the last day, night and the achievement of humiliating my ex-girlfriend and getting her out of my life. We hadn't quite planned this, but did know walking downstairs to here that it would be rough, even for us. "Be your slut?" she asked opening the door to the office. There was my wood...
In that moment, every one of my senses was heightened to the extreme. I think I might have toppled over from it all had I not been restricted from doing so. There I stood, on a stage, with brilliant theatre lights dazzling my sight. I could see nothing above the tables within the audience, underneath which I could make out dark leather soles, heels of all s...
16 The Fuck Factory Carmel drew back the large red door marked Studio 1 and stepped inside to see a young woman with a clipboard watching three prisoners being cuffed and chained while a fourth prisoner was slipping into a dark blue leotard. Carmel recognised the producer. "Sasha. We meet again. How is life in Hollywood?" "Very good. I'm making a lot of...
Here's the second installment of the story based on The Hun's comic "Gohr". All the characters are at least 18 years old. Enjoy! Y Testing the Merchandise – Gar's Second Day as Slavemeat Once again the harsh light of day stung Gar's eyes. Once more, he found himself, bound and horny, led by his cock to a podium where he would be ogled by the auction-goi...