(A Dylan James Story) Dylan was tired. He had been driving non-stop except for gas for about five hours. It was approaching 8 o'clock and he was about 20 miles south of Morgan Hill. He needed to stop for the night and he knew just the place. It was called the Dew Drop Inn and Campground. It was a stupid name, but the place was clean and cheap. These were tw...
For some time, I haven't been the most attentive husband. It's not like I have been cheating on my wife or anything immoral. I do spend a little too much time with the boys. Yes, I may drink a little too much. After all Carroll and I have been married 15 years, everything gets old after that many years. I do love her dearly, but it has just gotten boring. Th...
Post Office Part 2. (Julie's story) "I'll take you out for dinner tonight!" he said boldly. Derek was about fifty, arrogant, posh, well off and honestly a bit of a prat that liked the sound of his own voice. He wasn't attractive but always well groomed. He clearly spent too much money on kitsch clothing and gaudy accessories. Brightly coloured shirts and...
Michelle Ch. 3 - Beaten Into Submission ***** Michelle arrived at the office at nine o'clock, just as Peter had asked. The door was locked, but Peter was there waiting to let her in. They were completely alone in the office. Michelle was dressed rather plainly this morning with a white blouse and dark colored slacks. She thought that perhaps there was so...
II: Meeting Master Author's note: This sequel was never intended to happen, but what the hell, it was too much fun to ignore! ================= I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my new chambers and stretched upwards, curling my fingers towards the ceiling and then pushing them until my shoulders almost popped, my ribs shifted, my spine cracke...
When Natalya first heard the news, I knew something was going on. It was all over the internet. Several famous people had their smart phones hacked and pictures were posted on websites. They called it the Russian Fappening. This would have just been another news story if not for the fact that one of the people who had been hacked was Nikolai Komarovsky. Ni...
They both froze at the sound of keys jangling in the door. The younger boy stared at the door, unsure of what to do. "Quick!" the older woman said quickly, panic in her green eyes. "Get the door!" The boy sprang up and dashed to the door, but even as he did so, the sound of a bolt sliding home told them both that he was too late. He reached the handle, eve...
After yet more discussions, we decided to act on one of Sarah's new found fantasies. She wanted to be used. Used in any way people wanted to. I wasn't so sure, although my cock convinced me otherwise. The difference this time was that I would be there and maybe join in. For the rest of the week, we would fuck together after I applied lotions to Sarah's mark...
As the video faded in, it was with some writing on the screen. It was addressed to Mitch, to the best I remember it stated: "Mitch, you hot fucking slut wife, did come back the next day. The next part is highlights of the time she was there. At the end of this section of the CD you will note she took the job. Thank you for having a great slut for a wife." It...
Chapter 2: The Open Road Recommended music for this story: "Nausea", by Beck "John Kerry is a slick, conniving son of a bitch." Or at least, that's what the message of the political ad on my TV seemed to be trying to get across. "JESUS H. CHRIST!" I shouted, throwing a fruit loop at the television. My roommate, Mike Sars, turned and looked at me. "What...