I don't know fully what to categorize this in. I just hope that you travel along the road I walk and enjoy my warped sense of erotica. It is after all just a story. Is it good or not, I don't know. Please enjoy. I accept all e-mails. * * * * * Have you ever heard the story of Bloody Mary? The old folklore of the woman killed in such a horrid way that she n...
Alcohol! This was the trigger that started the cascade of my marriage destruction. Not excessive drinking by me—Kenneth J. (for Jerome) Hart, 6' 6" tall—or my 5' tall brunette wife, Miola. No, nothing alcoholic crossed my lips that night. It's just that I can't drink, and she knew it. Somehow, I'm missing a gene or something, because one beer, or small glas...
I've previously shared something extraordinary I witnessed during a charity gala held at the museum at which I hold a very high position of authority. One of the gala attendees, who happens to be one of the most glamorous, lovely, and famous women in America, upon encountering a long queue at the ladies room, slipped out of the party and into an area of the...
Down Home on the Ranch (Saturday, continued) Fran stood in the shade of a big maple tree, eating a late lunch and thinking. She'd spent the morning pulling her Mistress's little cart, which had been a rush - she loved the tinkling of her bridle bells, and the sounds of her hooves as she trotted over one of the little wooden bridges over the creek. And she l...
It was once again winter, and that meant months of meager meals and stretching what dried meat she had for as long as she could. The carrots and potatoes she planted the spring before were unimpressive, but if she used one of each over the span of three days, she calculated that she wouldn't starve. She'd also learned to take the fresh young branches of a ne...
We arrived at our home, about twenty minutes after picking up my bimbo dressed slut wife. I picked her up outside one of the most notorious pick up joints in our town. A lot of the journey home involved my wife regaling some of the saucy and naughty moments she claimed she had been enjoying recently at the hands of the lounge lizards and alpha males. She had...
"Damn it Charles," Finley yelled angrily, having taken on the role of protective older brother to Cynara, "What the hell were you thinking?" "What the hell are you thinking, can't you see you're upsetting her?" Charles demanded fiercely. "Don't act like you're not to blame for this. The girl has been with us for less than a week and you've already seduced...
Author's Note: Kenneth has told us how he at last got his mouth on octogenarian Edna's large enchanting nipples. He discovered that Edna's ultra-sensitive nips were on direct circuits to her pussy. When he sucked them he energized the circuits so superbly that Edna came wildly, swooned and peed on herself. Just before slipping into satiated slumber Edna aske...
...I could hear a tiny bell... "Ding...ding" it called to me thru my foggy sleep. I opened my eyes slowly. Letting them adjust to the brightness of the room. "Ding...ding" again, it was coming from my phone. I struggled to reach it and turn off the alarm. For half a second I lost myself in the feelings of disappointment that my dream had stirred. As I...
(For S.W. -- Thank you so much for everything. I hope our dreams come true. I love you.) She leaned back against the wall, her stance relaxed. Her nerves however were anything but relaxed. Her heart was pounding in her ears, drowning out the noise of the busy hotel. She kept her eyes trained on the door, waiting somewhat impatiently for him to step through...