I admit that I'm a predator. Women are my prey, especially eighteen or nineteen year old virgins or inexperienced sweet young things. After fucking a new twat a couple of times, I normally dump them despite the fact that most have become emotionally involved with me. Three, Betsy Smith, Cheryl Thompson, and Rebecca Simpson, took it particularly hard and drop...
I sat on the front porch of my modest, two-bedroom home at 5937 Wilmington Drive, enjoying a glass of delicious ice cold lemonade, as I watched the neighbor girl across the street getting out of her car. She was twenty-three, had shoulder length, auburn brown hair, a nice slim waist, and long, lovely legs. Though I was not certain of her name, I had reason t...
As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. My name is Nafisa Sassine, and I'm a young Muslim woman of Lebanese descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business administration, with a minor in political science at Carleton University. Oh, and I'd like to take a moment to clarify some grave misconceptions that you Westerners continue to have about us Muslim...
Things were no longer in the experimental stage. Gretchen had set me on a path to feminization and Ashley was following her lead. Ashley had already broken one of her restrictions. She had allowed Gretchen to perform oral sex on her. The distinction that I was performing oral sex on the women while dressed as a female. When Gretchen ate Ashley's pussy, Ashle...
Jack and Rose Warner have been married for 3 years and had recently moved to a new city for Jack's job. They had bought a nice house in the country which was in an isolated location. There were no neighbors. Jack worked long hours while Rose set up the house. Rose was not working at the moment but that was not a problem because Jack's position provided great...
EPILOGUE - LESBOS The green slopes of Mount Ida drop down toward the warm blue waters of the Aegean Sea. With the bright Turkish sunshine and clear blue sky behind it, the heights of the mountain stand clear central to the view from across the narrow Mytilini Strait. Here the clear Aegean waters wash against the white sands of a beautiful Greek island. Th...
The Edge. That's what I call it. The Endless Darkness. The Point of No Return. Death. The one thing no living thing cannot escape. In my pride, I thought I could do the impossible. Now, I know better. Life has humbled me. My name is Thor Voltaire. A tall, good-looking man with dark brown skin, long black hair and pale golden eyes. A superman who once tried t...
This is the eighth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude V, Cassandra. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfri...
Sam McCulloch was 42. He had been married for 13 years but for the last five he had been practically a servant to his dear wife Greta. She had always been an imposing woman, the wealth left to her after her mother's death had reinforced her confidence and now at 39 she floated through the house with not a care in the world. It was only a matter of time that...
Names (other than mine) have been changed The main parties in this story are at least age 18 This occurred in 1984. I was eligible to apply to be a counselor at a summer camp. After the interview process, I was accepted based largely upon being a former camper. I arrived for the trainee orientation session early. I saw her name on the list of staff membe...