In Boscovia the old magic runs deep and like most unwelcome ancient traditions, sticks around long past its expiration date. It's a small country, a little to the east of Germany, a little to the west of Russia. One that you could look right over if you didn't know what you were looking for. Sayra shivered as a chill breeze from the frozen section blew over...
Everyone knows that even the very best dreams eventually come to an end. It was with this thought in mind that I approached Kitty’s house on the Monday morning. Having been with her three times last week and seeing how quickly she had started to lactate as a special surprise for her husband, I knew that it was likely that after today my services would no lon...
You know, you never feel more nude than when you are crouching inside a fake cake waiting to pop out in front of a group of drunken, horny men. This was my first "real" assignment after waitressing at the neighborhood center and being Ben Gossage's assistant for a week, one marked by either a daily blowjob or a humiliating rear entry fuck across his desk....
There was a crowd to meet them as they stepped into the arrivals' lounge at Melbourne airport. Tearfully, Jennifer's Mum raced to hug her and welcome her home. The three months they had been away had seemed such a long time. Eric and Andrew were just as happy to see them. Eric hugged his daughter, while Andrew was his normal teasing self. "Why didn't you b...
Ronald couldn't process what to do. "Empty," he thought, "the whole barn and the fields." He ran his hands through the scruff on his cheek, trying to form a thought. "Theft? Who could steal two hundred head of cattle without so much as a noise? Insurance? Won't be enough. Weeks of missing shipments and a dead market. Now this. This is ruin. Nah, ruin came we...
Good Girls is based off the NBC television show of the same name. This is a parody. I don't own any of these characters. All characters are over the age of 18. ***** (Summary: The series follows three suburban mothers, two of whom are sisters, as they struggle to make ends meet. The ladies come up with an unlikely plan to rob a supermarket, only to discov...
Faye and Jessica's Apartment Jessica Unwound, bare to an apartment that still felt too new and too cozy, Jessica heaved into her frustration with a blasting sigh. Her nappy, tight curls seemed all the tighter to her — everything felt like piano wire being tuned by some sick psychopath. She threw her head into her couch. "Fuck," she swore, barely audibl...
Chapter 1 One Monday evening, in a quiet south-west London pub, a woman, having a gin and tonic 'night cap', watched a pleasant looking guy approach her table. He asked politely with an accent Riley Ranfurly (32), couldn't quite identify, "Is this chair taken?" It was, because no one was sitting on it or the other five vacant chairs around the table. Rile...
Duncan Lipscomb looked at Wren Johnson sadly. He really wanted her to marry him one day, but he kept pissing her off. And she looked very annoyed now. Wren was reclining on the bed, gazing fixedly at her Ipad. "Wren, please." Duncan begged. Wren looked over at Duncan, cocking her head. God she looked so cute in that body stocking. It was worth every penny...
"Boy, tonight you're on your own again," Kevin's stepmom reminded him with barely hidden glee. The oversexed, overdeveloped thirty-two year old musclebitch and her equally oversexed, overdeveloped, musclebitch-fucker stepson were on a week-long college tour during Spring Break week, and they were about to finish dinner at a local diner in Madison, Wisconsin....