The very next morning Kate found herself lying in bed almost as if nothing had happened. She slowly rose up and had an excruciating headache. "Oh fuck", she muttered under her breath as she held her head. She glanced down at the floor and saw no sign of her clothes. "I must've drank myself to sleep last night; that would explain this headache and that fuck...
a huge thanks to you the reader and my editor couldnt do it without you both Men were running about getting things organized for our departure. I didn't even know where we were going; all I knew was that we were going north. While the supplies were being gathered for the trip, Damien ran me through some sword practice. After a few hours of preparati...
The half-dwarrow named Grail was sitting alone in relative silence in the common room of the Inn of the Five Stones in the halfling village of Boggy Bottom, contemplating how the perfection of a full tankard of ale was, at best, a transitory thing, when a woman's voice distracted him from his musings. "Hey Grail - are you busy? I need your help with somethi...
It was nearing midnight, and I was standing alone in front of a large, wrought-iron fence. A large, etched, steel sign on the fence read Ridley Graveyard - No Trespassers. Every time I came to the graveyard, this sign reminded me that what I was doing was illegal. But it didn't bother me; my midnight strolls through Ridley's were the only things that kept me...
The dancer's thong-clad ass gyrated in front of Ben's eyes. Leaning in, he could smell the too-strong reek of her perfume, overpowering the stench of cigarettes and stale beer. The only smell that competed with the cheap perfumes the dancers doused themselves with was the rutting smell of testosterone oozing out of male pores. Ben removed a five-dollar bill...
A Story of Degradation. This story involves BDSM and crossdressing, change of lifestyle and full submission both mentally and physically. If this is not for you feel free to read elsewhere, please. I was 47, just divorced for the second time and for the first time in years able to be myself and enjoy what I wanted to do in my own time. I should explain...
Losing Yourself -- The hazy morning sun was starting to rise over the badlands, marking the end of the eleventh night Alanna had spent in the great wastes. They had left behind the vast maze of rocky plateaus yesterday, the landscape opening back up into endless rolling hills with the occasional isolated plateau. They were already both awake. Today, it...
-A little about me before we begin. My name is Elizabeth. I am 20 years old, brunette, 5 feet 6 inches, 32B, college student, and very petite. - It was a lonely winter day. I live in a college apartment, so there is always something going on, except today. Two of my roommates went back home for the weekend and the other was probably at her boyfriend's plac...
We arrived at our home, about twenty minutes after picking up my bimbo dressed slut wife. I picked her up outside one of the most notorious pick up joints in our town. A lot of the journey home involved my wife regaling some of the saucy and naughty moments she claimed she had been enjoying recently at the hands of the lounge lizards and alpha males. She had...
Jay Fulton had always known he was attracted to both women and men, although he didn't explore his bisexuality until he completed his studies in civil engineering at Clark-Atlanta University in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, in the early 2010s. He met lots of lovely, big-booty young Black women who were exploring their sexuality and would bring them back to h...