"The new era began; the king was tried, doomed, and beheaded; the Republic of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death, declared victory against the world; the black flag waved night and day from the great towers of Notre Dame. Above all, one hideous figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze from the foundations of the world—the figure...
This is a cuckold story. If you don't like this genre, feel free to not read it. I don't read stories that don't appeal to me, I don't know why anyone else would. If you read this story, and then comment complain that it is a cuckold story, then you sir, are a dumb ass. For erotic purposes, the term Muslim is used to describe many of the characters. It is...
Wanna know what it takes to get laid like shag carpet in the '70s? Believe it or not, living a live porn has nothing to do with singles bars, big bank accounts nor dating. Of course you can go that route, but you'll be just as productive creating pie charts to diagram Drew Barrymore's transformation from fledgling neophyte to outrageous Hollywood icon. Why...
Leaning back in my seat, I breathed a sigh of relief. "We're clear of station jurisdiction," I announced. "No one's chasing us." "We're free?" she asked? "We truly did it?" "We truly did it," I confirmed. "We're free!" ***** Seven months had passed since I had been seized as a stowaway and brought to the penitentiary. A youth spent on various starship...
Rather roughly dressed, as he'd only come into town to pick up supplies, Rick Ranger was hungry and dropped into Pike's Café for Foodies. "Remove you hat," ordered fat-butt Lisa Pike. "Or what?" "Or else I get two of my male kitchen hands to remove you." "Bring it on, Lisa," Rick goaded her. "I'll happily disembowel both of them with my lamb castration...
My dark chocolate hair hangs, damp and limp, framing my view: the light-colored canvas - "it doesn't show stains as well," they said - green knee pads, and black patent-leather boots. Dewy perspiration beads all over my pale, freckle-flecked skin, mixing with the sauna-heat of Jess' shaved slit resting on the back of my neck. Thick, iron thigh muscles sheath...
Three years ago my beautiful wife named Eloise whom everyone tells me looks like Beaver Cleaver's Mom complete with the pearls and the stylish dresses, informed me that she wanted to explore her sexual side. Needless to say my life has never been the same. Needless to say I walk around with a constant hard-on. For example one time I came home and after t...
Too restless, I listen to the wind breathe through the screen on my window, always exhaling; it does nothing to sooth me. There is fierceness in me that pushes like the wind, radiating from my skin. Always exhaling; like a long slow scream that started five nights ago. My gums ache and my mouth is raw from its discontent. I can not sleep. I can not rest. I...
Midday sun warmed the far wall. A small rectangular window provided sunlight sufficient to count the dots on the floor by. The prince didn't have many other options to spend his time on. He could either count dots or imagine how his mock trial and very real execution would go. Seven hundred and forty-six dots... seven hundred and forty-seven- The young pr...
The carriage clattered down the cobbled street. Clarisse hung on grimly to the overhead straps. She had only just escaped. Papa had blustered away to the revolutionary guard as only papa could, giving her time to escape through the back door. Phillipe, their groom, had had the carriage ready, and their flight to Calais had begun. She was only eighteen, an a...