"You drive me crazy," Ellis Park sat after he eased his fifty seven year old body down next to the nubile young girl who was a third his age, his gaze fixed on the eyes of the frightened black woman/child who had been a summer worker at the Park farm all her teenage years. The spot where the two were resting, on the crest of a hill that looked out at the sp...
He was leaning against the same fence, several feet to my right. I caught several quick glimpses of his tall, lanky frame as he spoke endlessly into a cellphone that appeared to be surgically attached to his ear. His body was thin, but muscular. There was something oddly endearing and erotic about the way his khaki pants seemed to slide off his ass everytime...
Author's note: This story has elements of fantasy, non-human, female submissive, abduction, ponygirl, and non-consent/reluctance. There are also mild bondage, punk and catfighting themes. Please do skip it if these elements are unappealing to you. It is a kinda weird, and definitely not for everyone. Please do not read this if you are 18, are not allowe...
In the morning as we wake up, "You first," Megan says. "It takes me longer. I'll shave while you shower," as she sits on a bed, "and I still want to move in." "Okay," I say as I place my toilet bag on the wash counter. "Here's my stuff, have at it." In the blink of an eye, Megan is standing before me. She opens the bag and takes out my razor and shaving cr...
Jul 5, 2009 MWM Chapter Four "Visiting Mom." Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories m...
A/N This is my first story ever. I would love to receive your feedback. Good or bad. *** In the big city there lies a coffee shop catering to an exclusive list of working women. These women range from titans of industry, elected political leaders, prize winning authors, to everything in between. Powerful woman from all across the globe come to this small...
Dalia opened the door, "Good evening, Sweet Collette." Her brunette waves crashed over her right shoulder, and her smile was as warm as the heat that poured from the open door. She wore a floor-length red fur coat, trimmed with a black fur border, which was buttoned at the waist. "Good evening, Dalia," I cheek-kissed her. As I did, a woman came down the...
Sometimes when I clean house, I like to say I cleaned it spotless. It's never really true. Somewhere in the back of recollection, we all think of one thing when we hear that phrase. It will never be spotless. On the kitchen floor is a dark spot on the wood. We've tried washing it, we've tried different chemicals. Nothing seems to remove it. Mr. Clean ain't...
"Aww, I'm honored," Syn said, giving me a sexy smirk. I was absolutely terrified to know what my mom had said to him. "Why?" I asked, dumbfounded, "What did she tell you?" "Oh," he said, walking over to me nice and slow, "I believe she said something about you talking about 'me and my band' for years now..." My face flushed... this was one of those moment...
Ashta takes a moment to center herself from her ordeal, deeply breathing in the cool night air to relax on the rickshaw she shares with Antonia. The rickshaw rides down a wide pedestrian bridge over Hume River, pulled by a Kharcan, a chalk-white dwarfish alien no taller than four feet but has a massively muscular body, giving him greater strength than most h...