Story takes in place in the fallout shelter game. ****** In a wasteland where people are in search and hope of survival, in a vault that is listed as vault 316, there are 36 dwellers that are living their happy lives. However, there is a woman in the radio station who's been calling consistently for dwellers. "If there are dwellers out there, they are s...
Bob Rosenberg worked as a lowly paralegal at a law firm. He was once a powerful movie producer. But he had lost that position and done a stint in prison because he was a fat, ugly, and sexually frustrated blob who had tried to force his fat, disgusting self on women who were actually good-looking and wanted nothing to do with someone as hideous as him. After...
Walks like a duck, quacks like a duck but might not be a fucking duck. I think that sentence describes me perfectly. My name is Heidi Tremblay, and I was born in the City of Montreal, province of Quebec, to a French Canadian family. From early on I've been a tomboy, excelling at everything from soccer to basketball and cross country. I played rugby at McGill...
"Nobody understands my desires or who I am," Mack Browne said, and the six-foot-three, burly and dark-skinned, twenty-something African American man sighed deeply. Sitting opposite him inside the Bridgehead cafe located on Metcalfe Street in downtown Ottawa, Mack's friend Melody Robillard pondered that, wondering how to help her friend in his time of need......
Her knees felt weak and her stomach was churning. The smell of weed hung heavy in the air masking the dank odor of musk and dirt in the disheveled one bedroom apartment. Mandy sat on a faux leather couch and looked around the room. Her pulse quickened and her mind reeled. She couldn't believe where she was or what she was doing but she felt powerless to sto...
At first, Amy wasn't sure what was happening. All she saw was both Jim the guard and Garry the stable boy, half naked doing something beyond the bed. But then she got the idea. She saw the dim aura of the mistress. She wasn't quite sure what the mistress actually was, but she knew that with her whole being she wanted to make her happy. Only at times that des...
Inspired by an idea by a great personal friend – if only such things could happen... ------------------------------------------------- Mr. Bateman's secretary, Miss Cutler, walked into the room. "Time to stop work," she whispered in a low sexy yet forceful voice. Rick Bateman finished typing and swivelled his chair around, away from his desk to face her....
The night ended late. Cheeky vimto's and shots of tequila and a drunken duo staggering back up the hill toward the dark estates on the hill. It was the early hours of the morning and we decided to go back to Michelle's place for further drinks. The night had started out well, fun times in a few pubs -- but had soon degenerated into drinking shots and slumpin...
Lorraine Hauser, a native of the Kwazulu-Natal region of South Africa, is loving the City of Atlanta, Georgia. The place is big but quaint, and honestly, it reminds her of her homeland of South Africa. Of course, the local Black men were nothing like the Zulus and Xhosas that Lorraine was used to bedding, but for a bit of summertime entertainment, they would...
Hello Friends, Sam here. We are from Gujarat. First time posting something. Am married for last 13 years having a kid of 11 years old. Both me and my wife Seema (both our names changed) are 42 years old. We are Muslims. This incident is about 4 years old which changed the whole perspective of our relationship but now more healthy and erotic. Since marri...