I am going to try and tell the story of my life in writing for the very first time. I was not sure about what category to enter my stories in, because there are a number of possibilities. Non consent/reluctance was a possibility, because very little of what I experienced was my idea at first. Although I was manipulated into doing almost everything that you...
While Korin was busying himself making friends in the garden, Sarya had entered the kitchens through the servant's door and was immediately hit by the sounds and smells of a chaotic machine. Cooks and servants hustled every which way around the room, fires burned below large iron cauldrons and smaller pots and pans. Someone barked orders from across the room...
Asch awakened just before dawn to the smell of restaurant food and the feel of a hand in his groin and a generous breast against his cheek. It was Octavia. "Hey, big boy. I got off work early and figured I owed you those buttons, so I took 'em off. I see you seem to like it," she said as his privates weren't wasting any time becoming engorged. "We're both...
For the uninitiated, there is nothing much more sexually exciting - without being involved with a partner -- than going to toilet somewhere you know you shouldn't. That will sound anathema to many; I've been lucky in that I've known this for many years and have been able to guide others into experiencing the thrill for themselves. Is it the fact that your ge...
The Catcher "Yes, well, it's about a fellow named, well, he's had several names, but I'll use his original name, Bill Harbidge." "Harbidge," I repeated. "I've never heard of him." "Of course not, but if you choose to write about him, he'll become famous enough." "Who is he?" "Ah, now that's the story, Roy, that's the story." I lit up a Philip Morris, g...
When the door was kicked in, I was sucking David's cock and was almost done. They tore me off him without a word, and flung me at other soldiers who fondled me like a ball as I was passed and passed down the hall. The last vision I had of my beloved husband was of a blonde officer, younger than I, already on his knees in front of him. David was struggling ag...
Chapter One -- The Apple Thief Danka Siluckt woke up before sunrise, as always. She carefully got out of her bed to avoid disturbing her younger sister, Katrínckta. She cast her sibling a resentful look, irritated that Katrínckta got to sleep in most days, a privilege she couldn't ever remember having. Danka stumbled around in the dark, trying to grope fo...
I signed up for a seminar in the philosophy department on phenomenology. I didn't know anyone there. There was another non-philosopher, a woman from the architecture department named Roshan. She was medium height but seemed taller because of her lean build. She had dark, dramatic eyes with long black lashes, gracefully-arched eyebrows, well-defined cheekbone...
This story is largely true. Just the names have been changed, because I have a great regard for both of the personalities involved and do not wish for them to be identified. I write of these events in a different tone to many others who embrace the same fetish as me, i.e., that of wishing to physically share their loved one with someone else. This is becaus...
Copyright 2014 by PostScriptor, All Rights Reserved Jason cautiously walked up to the unadorned dark gray building where he had been instructed to meet his contact. He'd only received word of the possible rendezvous that very afternoon, and he had to hurry just to arrive on time. Jason was in his late twenties, still a young man, strong and able, and ski...