I guess my story actually starts with my first marriage. I was still in High School when my girlfriend told me she was pregnant and I had to marry her. We had only had sex once, she called me in the middle of the night and asked me over. I slipped into her bedroom window and found out she had been at a party with one of her girlfriends who was passed out on...
My wife Janice has always attracted other women and has in turn reciprocated their advances. Every so often she brings "one of the girls" home and has her way with them. One night she came home from the bar with this hot little Latina girl named Bella. Bella was about 5-4 light brown complexion, long black curly hair, nice size tits, and an ass to die for! M...
Cal was frantic now. He'd searched the house and the front grounds and hadn't been able to locate Neal. It was only when he saw the lump lying at the end of the jetty did he allow himself to breathe, knowing that he'd found the young man. He dropped to his knees and spent a few long moments caressing Neal's soft cheek before he awoke him with a gentle shake...
Not so distant future. World is rebuilding after big nuclear war, caused by deadly virus. And my story begins here. I was freelance scavenger. Trying to survive. There are not so many people to attack me but a lot of wild animals and zombie'ish creatures running through the streets. And I was at my daily routine - search for things to make my life easier....
It was warm on the day I received my gift, and the long, unending miles of interstate between Los Angeles and Albuquerque had long since taken their toll on my precocious, prepubescent patience. As so, as we settled ourselves before burgers and fries beneath the golden arches, I was more than willing to exorcise my irritability by imposing it on others. “...
I had originally written this story in German and it’s sill ongoing. But as a side project I will give my best to translate this story in English, now I hope you will enjoy it. ****************************** My name is Ben Mueller and my adventure begins on December the 28th, with the trip to a vacation with my best friend Mike Schuster. Like every winter, M...
Sunday—Requiem I don't know how long I slept, but I woke much more rested than the night before. I think the previous two days had exhausted all of us, including our Mistress. What finally awakened me was the sound of lots of activity at the head of the four poster bed. A six foot wooden frame with a pulley suspended from the top rail was in place. I hadn'...
Matt Simmons stood by Mrs. Hammond, holding her hand as her husband's coffin was lowered into its rain filled resting-place. Matt held her sobbing body close as the rain poured down on the crying mourners. He had been killed in a horrible car accident only 3 days ago. Matt could feel Mrs. Hammond's body shaking as he held her delicate, mature hand. Matt and...
Things went much more smoothly after that. Over the course of the next month or so, word inevitably got around about Angie and me, much to the disgust of the female class body and much to the delight of the male. Of course, Angie, never one to bow to public opinion, openly flaunted it. I can't tell you how many times I caught her writing "Angie's bitch" on s...
I strutted into the bedroom, my seamed nylon stockings swishing beneath my evening gown, a cloud of expensive perfume surrounding me. I stopped and placed a gloved hand on my satin hip. "Well," I asked seductively. "Do you like what you see?" He stared at me and took the cigar out of his mouth. "My god," he muttered. "You look incredible." "Incredibly edi...