"Wow!" I said, really meaning it as I watched Carrie come down the stairs in her prom dress. "You son," her father Mr. Capanna grinned. "Are one lucky bastard!" I nodded silently, unable to get any words out. Carrie was the prettiest, hottest and most amazing girl in the world! I knew that just like I knew her father was correct. I was a lucky bastard, fa...
PART 9: THE POWER OF THREE Kimmee's (Ken's) heels clicked across the marble floor of the hotel lobby. He was in a hurry to go nowhere. He figured if he walked fast enough no one would notice the secret underneath the feminine facade. Mistress Kareena had done such a fabulous job at hiding his masculinity and highlighting his feminine qualities that someone...
WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This story features scenes of extreme female domination and BDSM, including pee/toilet play and forced bisexuality. If such content is offensive to you, please do not continue. Note: that this is a re-write of an earlier piece that was originally published and subsequently removed. San Ramiro Island is a desolate place. Like most of the...
I'm tired. Tired, and my legs burn. Oh, roll over and go back to sleep, you fucking idiot. No. The damn iPhone isn't going to let me, is it? How do I turn this fucker off...? This is Saturday, right? Oh crap. Private lesson at nine. Gotta do it. Gotta get up. Oh hell, where'd I put the Tylenol. Why can't I ever get the water right...before I step in t...
"Come here, girl," one of the sitting guards said, leaning back, smiling. I set my jar down and crossed the slaves' dormitory, kneeling in front of the powerful legs that his uniform handsomely contoured. I didn't look up at him, but I knew his eyes were laughing at my shaking. I didn't have to look at the other seated guard, either, to know he was watching...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** My mom is a slut. That's how those gratuitous incest videos start that all the freshmen college boys are into. Undoubtedly the result of unresolved mommy issues because they weren't breastfed enough. There is no end to the fantasy porn that is available of this kind. It's impossib...
Quetzalcoatl -- My Story Hola, que tal? Oops sorry, too much time spent south of the border, down Mexico way (is there a song like that?). Hi, I need to talk with you folks. The guy telling the story so far was okay for the historic background, but is (too obviously) a historian, and he leaves out or glosses over the important stuff (the good stuff). And he...
My wish is granted. "Just the vibrators first, Emma." HE plugs the dialled boxes, attached to the wires trailing from between my splayed legs, into a pair of wall-sockets and . . . ("JUST the vibrators. I do not understand.") . . . twists the left-most dials on the boxes half a turn. The imitation cocks start to buzz and shake in my well-stuffed holes....
Copyright 2007 by Otto26 * My problem, as I see it, is that I'm the wrong sort of asshole. I don't enjoy beating women, I just annoy them. If you beat them, then you're passionate, misunderstood, even masterful. If you annoy them... you're just a jerk. I dwell on this, but you could probably care less. If you're like most Americans you're simply going to l...
Sabrina swam up from the darkness. Her movements felt slow, her arms and legs heavy as she tried to break the surface. It took her several minutes to realize that her eyes were closed and that she was spread out on a soft mattress. Opening her eyes, she looked around and groaned. "Not again," she muttered, instantly recognizing the familiar suite at Westha...