Preface The punishments and terms used in this story are described in Robert Burns' memoir "I Am a Fugitive from a Georgia Chain Gang!" (1932) Burns saw or suffered treatment far worse than anything described herein. While this story is set in the 1930s, it takes place in a less severe border-state that is beginning to transition to a more modern prison sys...
My master and I shared a common fantasy - I wanted to be on video and be seen by thousands in amateur porn. He wants to put me out there, showing the world his little slut as she fucks random men on his command. Was this a mutual need to feed our egos? Maybe a little, but for me it was mostly to please my master, to prove I am his whore, to do as he pleases,...
If any young college bucks or lasses are up to the challenge of setting up a club at their school, I’d love to hear how it comes out. ====================== As college freshman, I wanted to come up with a way to get the girls to show me their pussies. As a kid I’d been able to get neighborhood girls and girls in school to drop their panties and I was hopef...
It would have been three weeks since the last hooker Jason had in his seedy Vega motel room. As he walked into the casino after another horrible night at the comedy bar, his goal was either to get rich gambling or at least find a good lady to fuck that night. The blackjack tables were all crowded that night, no doubt from all the senior citizens that came fr...
Christina's clothes turned out to be the most concrete clue I've noticed since she's switched jobs. Tight, form-fitting slacks and sweaters regularly punctuate her wardrobe these days. Christina has always kept in shape. She looks great in outfits that emphasize her compact, curvaceous, athletic figure, but the question 'Who is she dressing for?' is increas...
Trying to keep there true identity a secret had never been hard for Leah and Draike, they both had normal jobs, normal friends and even there family had never known that there true identity lay in pointed fangs and yellow eyes. But today was different, not for Leah, her day had been pretty normal but Draike was another story, he'd been at work all day, with...
-I think there’s someone at the door. Peter sighed and looked away from the newspaper he had been reading since he had started his breakfast with his family. He looked at his wife and smiled. After sixteen years of marriage, as both were approaching their forties, he was still in love with Laura. Her brown hair, her blue eyes, not to mention her generous cur...
Prologue: She wanted her story told and yet she wanted to keep her identity secret. She understood that there are a limited number of wives of winning Superbowl quarterbacks and that her tale would lead to a lot of speculation about her identity. For some reason this did not bother her as much as people knowing who she actually was and so I agreed to print...
Caitlin I first set eyes on Ron on the day that I started my job. He's gorgeous I told myself. My mind immediately painted an image of all his physical features; the square face, the full lips, the dark brown hair parted on the side and ideal body weight. I'll bet he keeps himself in shape I told myself. I wanted to know more about him. How old is he? Is...
"You may enter!" I hear a male voice emanating from a loudspeaker. The door in front of me opens and I move toward the individual standing in the middle of the room. "You've been prancing around," he tells me in his Cajun accent. "Pleaser. My favorite. All-American. Do you remember when you first saw the list of heels?" "Yes," I nod slightly. "Tell me," t...