(A story by Bros. Grimm, slightly altered by Gatorman) I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red Riding-hood, when you were a little boy or girl yourself. Only remember: THAT story was translated to English from the German story compiled by the Brothers Grimm, along with a LOT of other similar German "Fairy Tales." When they compiled t...
My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for over two months I been fuckin a pussy that I had to wait twenty years to get, but it was worth the wait. That pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen who works on my ship. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. I tried to fuck her when she was young, but she wouldn't fuck...
(Continuing the letter to the Dark Knight regarding the claiming of the Dark Damsel and the Adventure of the Metahuman Sex Slave Ring. Based on reader feedback, I give you what many readers DESPERATELY want to have happen to Anaxandros...be warned.) * * * * * About this time it dawned on me that I could use a really, really big gun. Down the hall from my...
I made out with my family friend, who was basically twice my age while comforting her in deep pine tree forest. I had my first sex and it was just awesome. When you get a pair of big, lactating, tight, soft, firm boobs what else you want! So after we made out we took our activa and went to a hotel, had our lunch and headed back to home. While coming back we...
THIS IS A PARODY...IT IS NOT REAL THIS IS MY HOMAGE TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE HORROR MOVIE SERIES...THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE...ITS MOSTLY A PARODY OF THE ORIGINAL MOVIE WHICH IS MY FAVORITE ONE...DON'T WORRY NO ONE DIES IN THIS IT'S A SEX PARODY...I'M KNOWN FOR KINKY STORIES AND THIS IS CERTAINLY KINKY...I HOPE IT TURNS OUT GOOD... ENJOY ***** CAST: LEATHE...
I am self-employed as a business marketing analyst. My job is stressful and usually very busy. As my own boss though, I take off time whenever I want to. This particular day I have taken off to go fishing. I've gone to a stream, I know of, in the Santa Monica Mountains. It is a beautiful summer day in 1965 Southern California and I've found a nice shady spo...
It took almost a full 24 hours before I found the nerve to call the number my walking granny had given me. I was prepared for it to be to a local pizzeria or library, but a pleasant voice answered on the third ring. "Uh," I stammered, losing my carefully thought out introduction. "Is this the woman from the bus stop?" "Maybe," came the soft reply. "Who's a...
Despite the fact that she was in gaol, Mistress Nicola slept tolerably well, until about eight of the clock the next morning, when Bertram Thicknoll, the Chief Gaoler, awakened her and informed her that there was food here if she deigned to partake. Actually, in interests of perfect accuracy, Bertram rattled the bars and announced "Got summat fer brekfus' h...
Max pulled into the gravel drive, a long rooster tail of dust hanging in the hot, still air of the gravel road behind him. The county had re-graded and spread fresh rock not long ago and everyone living outside town had appreciated their effort. There were also not a few incidental grumbles caused by the increased amount of orange dust clogging throats, dirt...
Janet had finished hoovering her flat and was just ambling through her day in her mind. After she had retired a couple of years ago she had taken up planting her window box, she was still quite the novice but it was really coming along quite nicely. Her flat was south facing so she got the sun in the mornings mainly and as it was now mid morning she decide...