This is a non-erotic story marking the passage of time. It contains no sex, no people. Please do not read if that is what you seek. If you enjoy this very short passage, please vote. The vermillion sun clings tenuously to the day slinking slowly behind the distant mountains silhouetted in the gathering gloom. Once shafts of golden sunlight sparkled off the...
The gig at the Blue Lagoon had been dead tonight. Alina sighed as she trumped up the stairs to her apartment. Pushing thirty, putting herself out there, and all she got for her heart and soul was a few free drinks and a bunch of bartenders telling her, "maybe next week." As she turned her key in the rusty lock, Maxine came up and meowed, twining between her...
He extended his long black, gnarled claw and scraped it up the pale soft sweet flesh of her thigh. A whimper escaped her throat and her eyes widened with fear... and anticipation. Surrounding her with his menacing form he bared his fangs in a fierce predatory grin. Inhaling her scent he arched his back and readied to strike. When his mouth descended upon h...
Matt and I had always enjoyed ass play. Fingering, eating, fucking, you name it. We both loved playing with each other's asses and now that we had a girlfriend to share, we were very excited to have another tight little asshole to play with. Amanda was 18, and although she wasn't a virgin, she hadn't had any ass play until she entered into a polyamorous tr...
Carson had offered me a place to stay before we headed back for his car. He lamented the crappy hotel and said it didn't have to be his bedroom I stayed in. I appreciated the offer, but thought that might smother our budding relationship. Besides, I would get paid in a week and, combined with my savings, finally be able to get my own place. "I wouldn't mind...
I used to lie to myself and say I was a performance artist, but the truth of the matter is I am a whore. To cliffs notes my life I am a 21 year old who left a small town on my 18th birthday in search a life more fulfilling then pouring drinks at the local pub. I always knew I would end up a sex worker, in many ways I always was. My daddy skipped out bout 1...
Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse. He stood behind her and she could feel his body pressed against hers. When he finished the last button, her shirt dropped to the floor and she thought he would quickly undo her bra so he could get his hands on her breasts. But he didn't. To her surprise he moved her hair and slowly kissed her throat and her neck and her ear....
I was in the garage, packing up some of the things that had gone by the wayside in all the rush of my big move. There, in the middle of the day, in the middle of my garage, with the door wide open...I found a box of Becky's things. All from the time after Samantha had joined us. All mementos of happier and yet sadder times. Standing there I froze...unable...
Chapter Two. The Picnic. On the weekend before Your return, You had written an email to Your boy containing very mysterious and interesting instructions: "I have a task for you, kgotso. I will be returning to you next weekend. Tomorrow morning, you are to go for a walk in the woods behind the house. You may bring our dog with you for company. I enjoy seein...
Warning: This story contains very intense and excessive degradation activities, events and plots, that are capable of offending your sensibilities. If you are not into extreme humiliation and degradation of male submissives, you will find this story very offensive. Please don't read this story. Move on to the next nice story that would make your day. Thanks....