Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter 1 "Finishing high school should make me want to celebrate, but I feel like shit," I thought to myself. My girlfriend Lauren had broken up with me. She was the head cheerleader and the most popular girl in school. I was so madly in love with her, but she thought I was a lo...
He comes to me to be used, to be degraded, to become nothing more than a double-ended piece of pipework. A sly winking poke-point on one end, a gaping wide receptacle on the other, there to catch the slurry of filth my body produces. To feed him. To force him. To make him. His only purpose is to be my human toilet. I do not need him. This isn't abo...
Rear Window is a 1954 film directed by Alfred Hitchcock and starring James Stewart and Grace Kelly. This fictional story is inspired by some of the characters and events of the film. It is in no way connected to the film and any resemblance is purely coincidental. For a while I wished I could go back and start that day again. It had all begun so well. The...
Some days you just want to be left alone, left alone to drink and play video games and no worry about anything. Not worry about pissing off your friends, not worry about your job, not worry about a goddamned thing except how you're going to get to the end o the level and maybe what to put on your pizza. The best day of my life started off as one of those day...
Dressed in extremely short cut off blue jeans shorts that showed my ass cheeks, 4-inch red heels, a red tank top, a sports bra, way too much make up and a blonde wig, I set off for Atlanta. "Black guys love trashy blondes don't they?" I thought to myself. I checked into an Atlanta hotel and reapplied my makeup and went downtown to a gay bar. I walked pass...
Author's note, none of the characters are below the age of consent. *** Here I was staring into a full-length mirror, seeing myself glowing in my wedding dress. At 44 years old I never thought the day would come when I would be a blushing bride. As I stared my mind wonders back to my childhood. I was born a boy, Brian Cole. From an early age I knew I was d...
I sat there in the stall, the stockings tight on my legs, trying to catch my breath. I ached for some release and slowly started stroking myself. My other hand played with my nipple, twisting it hard. The stall door was still locked. I peered out of the holes in the side of the stall but no-one else was around yet. My wife had caught me indulging in my nasty...
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Inside the observation room of the Advance International Space Station, Professor Phillip Johnson stood at the large curved porthole and marvelled at the huge Earth below. He leaned closer until his nose touched the reinforced glass. A swoosh from the opening slide door announced the Commander's arrival...Tatya Lesboski. Tatya scoffed, "Cleaning the glass wi...
My wife Jordan enjoys going out on her own for the thrill of getting 'picked up' by strangers. Shes been doing this for many years and there has never been a night where she hasn't had at least three fucks for the evening. This story is what occurred very recently, in fact last week. Due to my job, I tend to travel a lot and when I get home I like to relax...