I'd had a long, hard day at work, the kind of day that makes you just want to smack somebody. So to relax I decided to hit the fitness club to swim and get in the hot tub before going home. It was the right thing to do. All the pissation I'd been carrying around just drained away. It was quite late when I headed for the showers, and almost no one was left. I...
I have large breasts...I choose to think they are large because of sensuality, seductiveness, sexiness and a little extra which is expected at my age, although I've never really had any control over God's choices. I'm especially sensitive tonight, bloated and excited, voluptuous and beaming, seductive and wanting to be seduced but disgusted at the subject b...
Why do I always yield to impulse? I don't know. Maybe a shrink could tell me. But I don't have the money or time to invest in such things. So I suck it up and move on. I've had to endure all kinds of hell in my life. My father Lenny Braxos Sr. was a mean-spirited womanizing medicine man and my mother Chelsea Johnson Braxos was a man-hating brute who battered...
Meet the Vampiric Prince Vellen... An admirable young man born to privilege, sharp of mind and grace Vellen's earliest records of existence were discovered to be from the time of crusades sharing space with many Kindred royalty of Old; Vlad being one of these if we were to name names. The exact years were strangely vague as staggered the stories of this Pri...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. I'm not bragging when I say I enjoyed my share of pussy during my high school years. I mean, you've got to be pretty bac...
**I highly recommend reading The Gender Pill: Part 1 to catch up on the storyline. To do so, view my works on my profile page, and please read my other works! Thanks for reading :) ** The Gender Pill: Part 2 I didn't always want to be a woman. Up until the age of 12, I don't remember ever wanting to try on female clothing or feeling as if I wasn't the boy...
I was totally naked except for high black patent leather heels and a choker of pearls and was sitting demurely on the edge of a large leather sofa, the smooth upholstery clinging coolly to my buttocks. My lover's hand pushed my knees gently yet widely apart as though I was a rag doll needing adjustment to prevent me from toppling over lifelessly. I was total...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Becky Lynch or Naomi or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Naomi had been in the WWE for almost a decade, and while she hadn't won a lot of championships her longevity had set her up for life, and she even found love with...
I have often been called a mean-spirited man. An arrogant bastard. An inconsiderate prick. A ruthless psychopath. A madman. A wannabe god. A few screws lose in the head. Yes, I've been called all that and a few other colorful terms that I shall not mention. Maybe it's because I don't think much of the world and the men and women in it. Men are bad. Men are v...
She starts to choke; he pulls her back by the hair releasing her mouth. Her jaw remains slack and just as the thick air reaches her lungs she is rewarded with a strike. The blow to her chin vibrates through her head and sends a warm glow reverberating through her skull. For a second she thinks she has the privilege to glimpse God, but no, it’s just the haz...