My wife of 15 years, mother of my two kids, came up to me and abruptly, violently and unexpectedly, kneed me in my groin, adroitly smashing my testicles, like an experienced street walker who handles drunkard johns every night. I immediately doubled over, whereupon she grabbed my right arm, bent it painfully behind me and, using a wicked whippy cane, mercile...
The One Bomber. That would have to be his name. That asshole, Ted Kaczynski, had already used up his first choice for a name, the Uni Bomber, so he would have to go with this lesser selection to express the same idea. He was the One Bomber. The One that mattered, the One who would punish those who deserved it. Someone once tried to tell him that that Kaczyn...
How The World Should Be Run: The Chronicles of Femdom Chapter 1: Katy Meets Uke I walked down the busy street passing women in business clothing, leather, dresses, just the normal stuff. The men accompanying the women were mostly nude, but others wore business clothing, leather, dresses...the normal stuff. I passed K9s, sissies, leathers, bois, servants, s...
It happened all of a sudden. None of this was planned. Yet the events that unfolded seemed so well orchestrated, so natural. It has opened my eyes no a world I knew very little about. And I couldn't have done it without my boyfriend, Jithin who opened me up to a world I knew little about. Jithin and I have been in a relationship for little over a year. Thou...
I taught an art class at the local school around the corner. You wouldn't think I'd have many male students in my class but I did. I had twelve students in total, eight of which were male. I had heard the female students bitching about it how it was only because I was twenty-three and had a slim body with full busty breasts and an almost perfect hourglass fi...
What do you do when you want more variety in your cooking? Some people go to a culinary school, but some go elsewhere for help. Many thanks to sintax for the suggestion. * She sat at her table, eating her usual fare and wondering what else is there to food. Three times a day, the same thing. All day long, the same thing with no variation. There's got to be...
Sometimes, I have too much fun. Is that wrong? I don't think so. My name is Christine Joan Armand and I'm a six-foot-two, lean and muscular, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day I am a real estate agent. I'm quite good at what I do. I'm the CEO of Armand & Dale Realtors, a fast-growin...
As I walked towards the door knowing it was my Master, the last few months came rolling back to me. The love that I felt and the love you had given. That first phone call and the trepidation I felt when I first heard your voice. The first time I felt your voice burrow into, me finding the need within. The passion you brought out in me. The gentle understandi...
My story begins rather different than most, you see I am already at an end. My end to be exact, although even in death you may still find love, you may still crave the warmth of flesh long after yours has gone cold. I think it was the warmth inside that drew me to her; it was what gave my long cold body the felling of lust once again. It is that reason that...
VGreen Grass of Home Betty2037 Betty wasn't a naturist. That was a crappy thing to be. That was just like being a member of the National Trust or a Civil War re-enactment society. But she did make a point of wearing clothes as rarely as possible. She was proud and unashamed to assert herself as both Vegetarian and Green. And these were words that were defin...