Hades gritted his teeth, fingers twitching at his side. He was panting, drips of sweat running down his bare back, his shoulders, his forehead, soaking the blindfold. It annoyed him, though it was fine silk, he fought the impulse to take it off. He had been preparing for this night, deep in the caves that span the foundations of the Alsitor mountain range, a...
So, okay, I have NEVER found a substitute for a guy's tongue. Okay, like, I'm real oral, you know? Like I talk, a LOT, and sometimes my friends, they're, like, "God, Kristie! Shut UP!" So I've tried EVERYTHING, like I was in the store with my mom and I saw like, this TONGUE in the meat counter, like, you know, for sandwiches, and my eyes get real big and I...
Marie is an 18-year-old female goth who goes to high school. She is a beautiful, white, pale skinned girl with long, shiny, black hair that went down to her hips, with bangs on the front. She wore piercings on her left ear and one piercing on her right eyebrow. She also wore black lipstick, a black ribbed knit beanie hat, a stud neck band, a black hoodie wit...
I now have a cushion strapped to my pretty derriere. It's so sore from the caning it got over That Damn Dog. One... I'll never buy a dog, and Two... I'll never forget that lesson...ever. That said, here is Chapter Two...of a Three part series. That's one more than one and one less than three, which btw will be the final chapter... Three that is, not this one...
Alright, folks. I guess I can make it official now. There's no hiding it anymore. I am certifiably bored. Seriously. Things that used to give me pleasure simply don't give me pleasure anymore. My name is Sam and I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a rather unique individual. Openly bisexual stud, activist for various...
One of my favorite rap songs of all time says Bitches Ain't Shit. I couldn't agree more. Truer words were never spoken, folks. Lots of good men hook up with what appears to be decent women and eventually these men discover that there's no such thing as a decent woman. All women are bitches. All of them without exception. Your mother. Your daughter. Your wife...
That evening, in my hotel, I laid out the contents of my makeup kit on the sink. I made a mental note to get another packet of panty shields – my juices had been flowing copiously all day as mental flashbacks to my experience in the plane lavatory kept coming back to me. Each time I opened my purse, the presence of that little tube and the accompanying card...
In an alternate universe WalMarts have been replaced with FuckMarts... I was playing hooky from work so I thought I would head on over to the FuckMart to pass the time. I parked my car and strolled through the half-full parking lot towards the entrance. Just inside the front doors were the greeters. One was pretty hot the other wasn't. They were both dresse...
Clint and his girlfriend and had lived together for more than a year, but after a recent argument, Lynda packed her things and moved out. Communication came to a halt, except for the occasional message left on Clint's machine about a bill, mail or something equally innocuous. After more than three weeks, Clint began to feel the effects of Lynda's absence. H...
"Professor Webster, how did Socrates come up with a female character as strong as Antigone?" Except, she pronounced Anti-gone. I smiled benignly at my inquisitor. She was a Barbie doll, right down to the IQ. She was tall, lithe, blond, with blue eyes and breasts that were all-encompassing. It was hard to look her in the eyes. "Well, Christy, Antigone was wr...