The wind whirls around you, whipping back and forth as you look up from under your hood. You squint, trying to read the sign through the thick rain violently pelting your face. You blink the water free of your eyes several times before finally making it out. “The Drunken Lover” Below the words, there is a depiction of a busty maid, leaned back provocatively...
"I date and fuck who I want, tradition be damned," said Simran Kaur, and the five-foot-ten, curvaceous young Sikh Indian woman began browsing online profiles. Sitting in her apartment in Vanier, Simran looked for something to spice up her dreary existence. After all, Simran is in college and what better time for a young woman to explore life, adventure and o...
Dearest reader, I chronicle these humiliations at the demand of my master whose sole purpose in life seems to be to induce in me the greatest hysteria and humiliation his villainous mind can dream of. You can understand that as the doorman knocked at my chamber, announcing the arrival of the carriage, it was not only my heart that was aflutter. It was we...
We walked back to the inn crestfallen for dinner. What could have happened to them? If it had been some sort of in-game event, then their stuff should have still been around. But they wouldn't have left without telling us unless it was an emergency. We grabbed our food and sat in silence, picking at it. None of us had an appetite. I looked over at the staff...
I didn't have much for luck with regards to the ladies as I went through puberty and ended up in my teens. I had the drive, alright, just not the luck. So by the time I reached my senior year of high school, I had a solid four or five years of pent up sexual frustration and energy in my body. So, naturally, when a girl finally did show some interest in me, I...
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom called Euthanasia, there lived a beautiful peasant girl named Sadsorrowe. The village folk of Euthanasia adored her and would often visit her in her home deep in the woods. Even though, she lived in a tiny wooden hut, she decorated it with sweet-smelling wildflowers that she would gather every morning. Though her home i...
A Day to Forget Part 1: Morning He powered into her like a train. (Although as modern trains have electric motors, the brushes of which go round and round, rather than up and down, the metaphor is rather irrelevant for those who only have only ever seen electric or diesel locomotives. It wouldn’t be a train like the 18.30 service from Euston to Milton Key...
Everyone in this story is of the legal age limit. This story is pure fantasy and in no way a true representation of real life. It is not intended to offend, though it might. Please remember: It's all fantasy! Any and all feedback is much welcomed; please feel free to e-mail me any thoughts you may have. *** Karl went into his house and was greeted by his t...
My online Master gave me my next assignment. i was to go to a public place and pose as a deaf and dumb beggar. i was to wear a suitably slutty, yet modest outfit. i was to bring someone along as a protector. My mission was to do this, first, i was to approach people and hand out some kind of symbol for them to give me money, and to hand them a card which r...
Chapter Eight: Final Freedom It was a typical morning for me that next morning, the sun was shining and I felt grand to say the least. I awoke to the sensations of a frisky Felleona who this morning had her lips around my cock. I looked down at her and smiled as I admired her working away, sucking hard on my cock. She smiled back at me as best she could wit...