The short puffs of my breath condensing in the chilly night air gave away the sense of excitement I'd been trying to contain all afternoon and evening. I walked briskly to the block of the parking garage where my wife's car was parked. I'd to vandalize her new Beamer that afternoon by disconnecting a few wires. Then, I calmly rode the elevator up to her of...
THE HOOD Restrained in the pram with its raised hood, Michael could not see the sky above. The only thing he could was to look upon the girls escorting him. The taller one must of course be Melissa, the oldest. She was a big girl with remarkably broad shoulders. Not as tall as her mother and not that big breasts, although he could sense quite a lot bulging...
I could taste the cum in my mouth. Both men had unloaded in my ass, one after the other and then they caught the cum in a glass. As punishment for having an orgasm, they made me drain the glass. I still had the leather hood on, so I couldn't see my tormentors. I downed the semen and licked my lips for the two men. They paid a thousand dollars to have me for...
**This story is written from the perspective of a male submissive.** Chapter 1 I had never known leather could be so soft. The way it kisses your skin, wraps around you so tightly, so snug, that it becomes a part of you. A second layer of flesh with its own sensations and textures. I can feel everything through the leather; the lightest touch gives me goos...
He lay in the dark, waiting patiently. He knew she would come to him; it was an unspoken agreement between them. They had played out the fantasy many times before, and then she had casually mentioned she was going to be in his city tonight. The moon was full, and cast a silvery glow through the window, and across the crisp white sheet that lay over his hard...
Oh God my cunt. My delicious, delicious cunt. Someone was eating my cunt and it was divine. Beyond divine as their wet tongue gently lapped my inflamed and yearning clit. I think it was a girl, but I couldn't see because of this damned hood. But I felt long, soft hair on my thighs above my stockings. Only another girl can give oral pleasure like this, ca...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * I think that Thomas keeps most of his brains between h...
SPOILER ALERT!! This story is a continuation of my 5 part series 'Friday the 13th', and the follow up 'Saturday the 14th (Emmy)'. To gain maximum understanding and enjoyment of this story I would advise you to read those publications first. The Tale will be continued with a short series entitled 'The following week' which you can keep an eye out for. Tha...
I was nineteen when I recruited my first white bitch. It was about half past four, hot as hell, I’m kicking back outside my condo in South Central when I see this convertible crawling down the street towards me. It stops and this white dude, skinny, with gelled blonde hair and these super-dark shades leans out and gives me a shit-eating grin. “My man!” he ye...
Prologue Horst Wessel considered himself a brave man. He seldom experienced fear, having become adept at avoiding situations likely to put him to the test. Instead, he sought those which guaranteed him power, and exploited them to the utmost. Tonight though, things had not begun well. Not well at all. As he left the tenement in which he lived, there had b...