On my way through the door I bump into an Imperial Storm Trooper in full uniform. White body armour, sharply moulded pectorals, battle helmet with black downturned mouth and intimidating demon eyes. He looks like he has just finished a shift on the Death Star marching-around-looking-bossy. As soon as he claps eyes on me, though, he lets out a girlish squeal...
Based on a false story. *** Jamie's parents finally left to take her little brother trick-or-treating. Alone at last, Jamie couldn't wait to get back online. This backward town offered little fun for a high school senior, but the internet was there for her, at least now that she knew how to get around the filters. She booted up the computer. The phone ran...
The Night Before Retired AV idol Yuki Kusanagi, a.k.a "Snow Princess," tells the story of her first S&M video. It's the night before and Yuki gets a respite from punishment, makes an amateur video, and hops in the sack with Reiko. It's the calm before the storm because in the morning her ass is going to find itself in a whole new world of hurt. Whoever own...
THE PITCH A beeping signal blaring into her ears forced Lilith Lokisdotter to open her eyes, which blearily focused on some guy on TV delivering a middle of the night spiel. He wore a crimson three-piece suit over a black satin shirt and matching crimson tie, and sported a Van Dyke beard. His hair was slicked back and black as night. "Hi, there," he said....
The Characters and situations are from the working class areas of Northern England and some of the situations and the working class language may upset some readers. The names have of course been disguised but otherwise this is what "Silvie" told me when I bought her a few rum and cokes in the local pub. * Hi I'm Silvie and I do voluntary work for Dr Hargre...
DANNY'S BIRTHDAY The phone rings. It is Christa, my friend Danny's wife, "Hi Frank...Danny has just left to pick you up." "OK Christa, Starr has the rental car and should get to you within the hour. I gave her some extra money so the two of you can run into Louisville, get some new clothes and the toys we will need. See you there." The plan was working...
(Not a stroke story - unless your mom's reading it to you.) Troy didn't look like a troll in the traditional sense of the word, but he didn't look like an ordinary nineteen year-old either. His rounded shoulders, girlie thighs, and pot belly belied a physique born not from living under a bridge, but from surfing the internet every waking minute of the day....
It was just another Friday. Katie sat at the desk near the front door of the gallery, IMing with a "Master wannabe." Bored, she played along with his demands to play with her clit. A little self-pleasure was better than sitting and doing nothing. After a few minutes, Katie looked up and noticed someone heading towards the front door. "Customer. Gotta go," s...
Zafar was a forest ranger living in a bungalow with a boy who was responsible for all the house chores. The weather was cold, and huge snowfalls were routine. Zafar couldn't leave his station as they were on special duty to protect the forest from illegal logging. One year, his houseboy received a message from home saying his father was seriously ill. He had...
Bespoke underwear. That was what the shop offered. It would be nice to own some. And I could afford it really, at the expense of something else, but the prices were silly, and my stock size body, with its 36C tits, did not need underwear to be made to measure. Besides, I had no regular partner to appreciate such finery, and my string of temporary men-friends...