On a non-descript spring day in the year 1963, Morgan Schiller, then thirteen, became obsessed with Craig Grumman's sister, Tori. Morgan and Craig were classmates at Pennington Junior High and lived only about a mile apart. After school let out for the day, Craig invited Morgan to hang out over his house. Morgan didn't even know that Craig had a sister until...
"What good is a cock whore if she can't even cum on a cock?!" She lie on the tall grass beside the creek hearing the words of her master over and over. Her long grey cotton kirtle was bunched up around her hips, the bodice splayed open to reveal her creamy white breasts. She pinched and pulled at her nipples as her masters words reverberated in her head. "...
After work one day Brandon, Chuck, Quinton, and myself were talking in the parking lot sharing stories of sex gone wrong. Everyone agrees that they should be shared and perhaps warp the readers as bad as it did them. But, since I wasn't there, I can't really stretch them into full blown stories. Just pass along what I "lucky" enough to hear. I swear to you e...
I had been watching my wife and the stranger dance for quite some time now with uneasiness in my gut. Watching her embrace the man, observing the way they grooved and rocked their hips to the arousing rhythm of the Calypso music played by the club's live band. The way she seemed so unbound, so shamelessly happy. I could feel a tightness in my throat, and que...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** The cottontail restaurant was a major success. For those of you who don't know the Cottontail is a hooters spin-off with sexy male waiters. It was founded by the billionaire businesswoman Heather Starwood. The now iconic uniform consisted of nothing, but playboy bunny ears...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 22 *** He's cooking again. I realize it's because Miss Clara is here and he's trying to charm her (though she seemed sufficiently charmed as of last night), but I do hope he doesn't make this a habit. Again, it's his kitchen, and far be it from me to try to put a human man in his pla...
Though in truth, if I had an en suite bathroom, the awkward encounter would have been avoided just as easily. Except I did not have an en suite. So I had to go down the hall to shower, even though my son often had friends sleeping over. I had grown used to counting strange shoes in my back porch. Except this weekend, the party was elsewhere - a bonfire som...
Timmy reread the ad, as the bus roared up the hill and diesel fumes wafted through the open window to upset his already nervous stomach. Wanted, a personal servant to attend to my every need. Must be a male with boyish looks, at least 18, but no older. Must be no more than five-foot five inches tall or shorter. Must be thin and small. Generally, the smaller...
I wasn't surprised when he called. He was ballin my girl while he was sniffin after me at the same time. He was trying to tell me that he went after my girl when what he wanted was a chance to get to know me. He just needed to test the water to see if I was out of his league. How many times did I have to hear about his "good dick" and his "trickin tongue". Y...
Raelyn waved good-bye to Bradley as she shut the outer door of the office. She took a deep breath and relaxed against the wall before heading home for the day. “Hard day?” came the unexpected remark. Raelyn spun around to find the source of the now recognizable timbre. She smiled up into the sparkling indigo blue eyes of J.T. Young. She was surprised to...