CONTINUED FROM PART 1 As soon as I walked back into my apartment, I went straight to bed and lay down. I was still very fucked up from the weed brownie and probably would be for about another hour. And my hard on was already back. This was the first time I'd ever been so simultaneously consumed by two women, and I loved it. I wanted to continue to worship...
The Christmas holidays have arrived in Pismo Beach, California. The town is turning into a festival of lights and music. Being retired I have the luxury of putting up my own Christmas decorations on my own time and at my own pace. I'm a traditionalist, so I've spent the past several days stringing multi-colored lights around the eves of my house, on the fron...
On a dark moonless night, a sinister-looking dark purple car pulls up beside an abandoned shop. The car door opens, and a middle-age woman with pitch black hair gets out. She looks around with a grin on her face before heading into the empty building. A strange light shines from withing the building, A sign forms from the stone of the building, reading "...
Hello all you lovers and haters out there. I think I need to amend my usual tag line, "Frank feedback" to constructive feedback. I am attempting to provide you and me with a good time, so let me know what you think, just don't be a hater... present your suggestions in concrete changes that I can actually make. Also, I am currently on the market for some new...
Hi! My name is Linda, and over the past few months I've become sexually submissive to my husband John. Gosh, that sounds like somebody's introduction at an AA meeting, doesn't it? I should be more upfront about it and just admit to you that *blushes* I've become my husband's sex slave. It's not something either of us planned on when we got married last year...
ΑΖΣ 01: Sharing a Space There it was again. That deep, incessant buzzing that always seemed to visit their room in the middle of the night. Not that it was ever quiet. Their radiator droned twenty-four-seven as it labored to heat the cold room. This was different. The deep-centered humming only arose in the middle of the night, making it even more difficult...
Today's the day things are finally going to change. No more feeling undesirable. No more "not now, honey, I have a headache." No more sad handjobs. No more flipping through Netflix with a half-chub, no more Fleshlight window shopping, no more running out of tissues and lotion, and DEFINITELY no more porn sites on the credit card. There's a miracle...
In this story people become any person's jerk-off fantasy. Figuratively or literally. Fantasy or reality. Willingly or not. Let the cum games begin!What's next? [Reserved] Matthew's father becomes a masturbation fantasy! Help, I'm jerk-off material! Mike, malfunctioning transformation app. What's next? [Reserved] Matthew's father becomes a...
My fingers rest against the keys of the piano. Tapping them quickly, dancing up and down the row of keys. I mash different ones trying to make the sounds resemble a piece of music, any piece of music but they come out like a garbled mess. I have no idea what I'm doing. "You really suck at that." He wore a dark red coat under his black leather jacket, a pie...
Thomas knew his jizz was trickling down his hazmat suit and his right glove was too sticky to touch anything of value, but he felt like he had to see this through. Stafford, Lara, Christine's roommate, was lying on her bed in some sort of a trance, ready to be mandhandled in any way his overlords had scheduled. He looked back at Christine. Her petite shape l...