Disclaimer: This isn't real, it's all a fantasy. I own nothing except the caricatures of the people involved in this story. Ariana Grande: Sibling Rivalry Codes: M/F, inc, rough, cons, anal, viol Also note: There's some homophobic and racist language in here. I am not either of those things, I have never been, nor will I ever be. Hating someone for their...
Authors note... Well. I wrote this because I felt I had to. It's not a love story and has a sad, slightly sad ending. For those of you that like happy ones I suggest you don't read it. All persons in this are of a legal age and I stress that at no point is underage sex mentioned or indicated. I hope those of you who read it will like it, please forgive m...
[This is part of a series. It contains fetish play, including bodily functions, and a severe whipping. If any of this is not to your taste, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] *** I came to realize that although I was developing a need to be taken in hand by another woman and disciplined, my Aunt Kathy was not the person for this assignmen...
I just don't like you very much," Beth said, with her eyes glowering at mine across the candle-lit table of the Italian restaurant. "Well, at least the food was good" I replied, thinking I had never had better cannelloni, or sat through a dinner with someone more disagreeable. "Sometimes, Thomas, I like to imagine different kinds of hell. Tantalus under t...
There I was, laying on the bed, my sweat yellowing the white sheets. My head was craned awkwardly to stare behind me, incredulous at what stood before me. It was Clark: a glorious, sweat-shimmering adonis, gently spreading a thick glob of lube over his erect penis. He wasn't looking at me anymore, instead, his gaze was at his own member, which he was gently...
SugarPucker Creek If there was one name in all of Sutter's Hollow that was almost always linked with troublemaking and mischief, it was Bobbi-Jo Butters; just plain BJ to those who knew her well. Bobbi-Jo was a down home southern tom boy with short muss-cut dark brown hair, freckles in all the naughtiest of places, and big beautiful baby-blue doe-eyes that...
[This story involves bodily functions so if that offends you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.] *** Marcia Jaspers and Lynn Owens, the two sophomore students in Prof. Kate Sullivan's Women's Studies 201, never knew what to expect in Prof. Sullivan's weekly class. There was a large enrollment, all female. The class had already covered...
Kyle loved fucking my ass. He was obsessed with my butthole. It felt like Kyle was determined to work himself inside my rear end with every opportunity he got. Letting him fuck my ass that first time burst a dam of restraint; every time we were alone my butthole got stuffed by something; toy, finger, dick. He drove his fingers into my tiny tightness on the...
Jerome looked down at Brett, who was on his knees. "How long has it been? Since your last orgasm. I bet you know exactly, don't you?" Brett did know. "Ninety—ninety-seven days," Brett admitted. "Sir." Jerome chuckled, a mixture of pity and disdain, and when he did, his cock, hard and bulging, quivered in front of Brett's face. Jeanine was always telling Br...
Prologue: Once again I like to remind everyone this is a continuous story presented in multiple parts so I recommend reading at least the preceding chapter first. As I explained before, each chapter usually starts where the last left off, but minus any background. Which the lack of could make the narrative difficult to follow, or understand. So you'll know...