"You're a dead woman, filthy Mutant," Slater said, and the tall, silver-haired, pale-skinned man aimed his shotgun at me. At this distance, even an old codger like Slater couldn't miss. Genetic wonder though I might be, I was far from invincible and we both knew it. A bullet to the head does to a Mutant exactly the same thing it does to a normal human. I cou...
by: boy/the alter-ego of NastyPierre Chapter 8: Can't Scratch Every Itch The slap stunned me and left me gurgling in sputters that sprayed from the corners of my mouth. Though I made little sound my eyes overfilled with tears that immediately cascaded down the front of my face. My Mistress smiled when she saw my reaction and when I made no move to escape s...
My wife Mary and I had had a couple of threesomes in the past, both with another man. Both of them had occurred after a party, and after consuming a fair amount of alcohol! Both had been spur of the moment things, with no planning, but had been enormously exciting. This particular incident followed the others in all respects except one. The third person in t...
I want to be an actress. I have the face, the body, and now I have the attitude. The face and body I received from my parents, two wonderful, liberated, Americanized Swedes. The attitude I received from one Professor Francois Fantoche. Msr. Fantoche teaches the arts thespian in a small, decrepit looking structure just a few blocks from Broadway; it truly...
"Vegas Baby!" I said out loud as I flopped down on the bed. Here I was, in a fancy hotel room in 'Sin City', and boy was I ready to do some serious sinning. I had been really surprised to get a letter from one of my old high school buds containing a plane ticket and reservations for the room. This was quite the setup for a rolling stone like me, whose chief...
Please read parts 1-3, then after reading part 4, tell me what you think. * * * * * After her first experience with physical discipline and the orgasm that accompanied it, she had desperately wanted to return the favor to her Master, to pleasure him the way he had her. No, the truth was she wanted nothing more than to fuck his brains out. But she knew that...
He could see her, even from a height. Could smell her, the scent of roses in water. Could almost taste her in his mouth, the taste of cream and strawberries. But it was none of these things that drew him. It was the visions in her mind, the fire in his own head, as she dreamed of his life and his crimes, as she dreamed of his face and his voice, his hands an...
Author's note: This story occurs near the end of "Little" Sister. There is no intercourse. I leave it to you whether there is any sex. FemDom and spanking. White Tie and Red Tail Patricia "Trish" Warner was elated when the call came. She knew her references were good, but the Roosevelt was decidedly middle class. The interview was for the Plaza—Central P...
April stared at her boyfriend like a little girl who watches her baby brother get a new train set for Christmas. Jordan had gotten exactly what he wished for: bigger junk. His member was so big that he could barely stuff it down his pants leg. The fact that he had to replace all of his pants didn't faze him. It was all worth it so that he could strut around,...
April stared at her boyfriend like a little girl who watches her baby brother get a new train set for Christmas. Jordan had gotten exactly what he wished for: bigger junk. His member was so big that he could barely stuff it down his pants leg. The fact that he had to replace all of his pants didn't faze him. It was all worth it so that he could strut around,...