I was born and bred in small town Australia. Not quite the outback, but not far from it. The town had a High School, so was a reasonable size, but was fairly isolated. As with many such rural towns it was conservative, with much emphasis on hard work, clean living and sport. I was fine with the sport, but struggled with the first two. I'd wanted to get out o...
Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010. Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his...
Both of my parents were obese and lazy. They were self-centered and never cared much about me, their only son. Our trailer was always dirty and in need of repair and growing up, food, apart from beer, chips, and Twinkies, was always scarce. As a teen, the desire to be nothing like my parents and to get as far away from them as possible had pushed me to learn...
I honestly expected to wake the next morning with Andy working his cock into me and I was a little disappointed when instead it was Mrs. Pyne who was gently shaking me awake. I was still naked, and the sheet did nothing to cover my small breasts or trimmed pubes. "Morning Emmy! I hope you've recovered from last night!" she said then held out a mug of coffe...
The year was 1974. Rhett Ballard, like an arrow against the wind, tilted his Harley chopper towards the approaching bend, watching more of the Sonora desert, wildly greened with cactus bushes, roughed up with rocks, come hurtling towards him. Air frantically combed his shoulder length black hair, beard, and glided smoothly across the chrome plating of his Ha...
Sabeen Moon, Marie Theris, and the child, had been lured out of the relatively safe haven Sabeen had created for them. Marcus Louve was relived, to be honest he was beginning to worry that he wouldn't be able to find them. Marcus Louvre was leader of the Louvre Wolf Pack. He was tall, well proportioned, and surprisingly young to be the leader of such a larg...
Part I: The Slave and the Master Annie Archer gasped as the leather strap stung her perky cheeks, leaving its pink stripe across her pale round bottom. Fyrio grinned in his wolfish way. "That's what you get," he said through his teeth, leaving another pink mark with a crisp snap of leather, "for being such a bad little slut!" Another snap, another reddening...
Part 11 Dear Ogre! Wednesday afternoon I was home first again... well not really. My old uncle waited there for me. After he used me for some 30 minutes in my mouth and ass then we talked. He wanted to know my desires and what I don't like. I told him the truth that I hate the pain but like to be humiliated. That I take the pain cause abusing me like this...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
The young woman sitting in exam room 2 gripped the edge of the table with white knuckled hands. Directly in front of her, her left foot sat in an emesis basin, blood oozing from the wicked gash across her instep. Her great toe and the two next to it were blanched yellow and blue, since the blood destined for them was now leaking slowly into the basin. The...