-This story has been tagged scat for a reason. If you can't stomach, don't read!- ***** The spring weather was finally warming but I felt cool spread out on the comforter of the bed. I was enjoying a lazy Saturday trying to catch up on reading. Occasionally I heard the television from the living room. I was so lost in the novel that I didn't hear her come...
If you have not read Part I of this series, it might be worth it to check it out so you are up to speed as to how I happened to be screwing my Aunt. * * * * * As I mentioned in my first part of this story, my father’s brother was an over the road truck driver who was gone a lot. My cousin was few years older than me, so he didn’t live at home. My aunt Marg...
I like masturbating. I know what you're thinking. All guys do it, and for just one reason: it feels good. For me, masturbation is on a whole other level. You know how a guy can consider the perfect Saturday to be spent watching football? Well, that's how it is for me. I can easily waste away the whole morning with my hand wrapped around my cock. I will tease...
The restaurant in the hotel truly was a gem. They enjoyed a marvelous meal together with an opportunity to catch up on the events and mundane experiences of the prior week. His travel schedule had kept him on the road for the last ten days. They were a very communicative couple and not being able to talk constantly was a big sacrifice. She had paid special...
"I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination." ― Hunter S. Thompson I am Joe's nine inch cock. My name is Hugh Mungus. Actually, my name is something else. Provided the necessary research, you'd probably be able to figure out what that is. Not that this matters. I reside in a one room hovel farted out the rectum of M...
"I don't get upset if people think I'm crazy. If you go to a mental hospital and someone calls you a name, would you get upset? Of course not. Well, that's the way I think about the world. They don't know any better." ― Jacque Fresco If you're a mouse in a cage, you don't see yourself as such, because you don't see the cage. Instead, you view yourself as...
Over the bridge, right onto Sophia St., left onto Amelia St., right again onto Prince Edward St., and finally right into the driveway. The last few turns of my daily commute still felt automatic even though it was a few hours later and quite a bit darker than normal. With deadlines looming at work, I would be staying late every day this week. Stepping out...
The Boner Girl No job too big, no job too small Author's notes: 1) all characters are above eighteen years of age. 2) I owe a debt of gratitude to all of the readers who commented on my previous story. I have tried to learn from you and apply the lessons. 3) When reading this story, some of you may wonder whether boner girls exist in real life. I have tr...
CHAPTER 7 I was just basking in the feeling of femininity and my new friends when I realised that I had never had dinner with Maisie. Some friend I was! Of course, Liz and Sophie invited her and Bill, and asked if David should come, but I said no. (I did not want the complication.) I was used to Maisie in her overalls at work, so was a bit taken aback how...
I opened my eyes. The lid of the stone sarcophagus that I was trapped in for years was suspended above my head. I was finally free, but there could only be one reason why. Hell was back. I clenched my fists in rage and when I did, I noticed the predicament I was in. I was stark naked and my hands and feet were shackled to the sides of the sarcophagus. I sat...