Minter's cock bulged in its strange and tortured position, pulled between his legs and his bell-end teased by the foreskin rings as his gait was enforced to one which matched his feminine appearance. The three women taunted him mercilessly as he sat precariously on the cab seat, perched on the edge as each movement vibrated through his balls which he now hal...
At the edge of the Shadowlands A great plain of grass lay bare and featureless across the northern, southern and western horizons. A soft fog hung over the plains like a draping ceiling, obscuring the vision of anyone who might dare to look to the distance. To the east, the gray clouds turned black, the grass turned to ash, and the fog thickened and turned...
(Note: Song is "The Trial of Lancelot" by Heather Dale. I do not claim any rights to the song or its lyrics. Author's note: This may just be the first in a long line of stories that should begin: "Problems that might have been solved by polyamory!") ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Camelot Thruple "King Arthur's knights, they filled the Tabl...
She was face down on the bed, her arms behind her back. The ropes tied to her wrists and ankles were taut. The submissive's body was nude: Mistress loved her so. The only cloth on her body was the black silk blindfold, an article commanded to wear once she closed the front door. Her ass was red, darker lines showed where the crop hit her the hardest. She wa...
Sara and I were at the Solsbery ranch because there was a Solsbery family meeting and I was invited to come up with her. Since his visit to our house Mr. Solsbery involved me more in the family. It was five thirty in the morning about thirty minutes before sunrise. I was walking in the living compound of the ranch. I could hear the calves who were in a corra...
A new story begins. Thank you for your feedback on my previous stories and thank you to Todger for editing this for me. A warning for some of you before you continue. This is a story about interracial sex and a cheating wife. If either of those things are not for you, you probably shouldn't read any further. If you do continue, don't be surprised when...
New perspective shift... in this chapter, the second person is my wife and the third person is Amanda Adams- my Queen ***** You look through the window and see a clean red Jeep parked in front of the mailbox. There are two figures inside but the glass is too deeply tinted to make out who they are. You're already very much on edge because I've been missing...
Megan knew who was at the door before she even opened it. Teresa. It was always Teresa who arrived first, as not to be outdone by the others. She was an older woman in her early 50s. Her husband had left her plenty of money before he died and she had used that money to take good care of herself. Looking at her on the street one would think she was not a year...
Lori was one eighth Italian. Her all Italian great grandmother and all English great grandfather married in the early 1900's. She had light skin, brown hair and looked much more English than Italian, yet she thought of herself Italian. When in college she spent two summers in Italy and became fluent in the language. Twenty five years later she was rusty but...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Bill sat toward the rear of the small auditorium listening to the motivational speaker bray on and on about how to sell products. He had lost count of number of seminars such as this one that his boss...