The proud and manly flesh swelled as the young man, in first month of his nineteenth year, rubbed his Peter up and down. In the full bloom of tumescence his member was a testament to Venus herself, carved not out of marble from the quarries of Old Rome, but of flesh. Oh what a glorious feeling it was as images of the female bosom filled his imagination! The...
Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. * I managed to get through what pas...
In a world with six billion people in it, million-to-one chances happen thousands of times a day. Thousands of lucky folks strike it rich, or get killed by a falling coconut, or have something equally unlikely happen to them. It ain't all good, but it is all rare. And sometimes some guy finds himself at thirty thousand feet with... well, you'll have to wait...
The water came dangerously close to his feet, the last wave had almost kissed the bottom of his boots. He took a few steps towards the safety of upper ground, never taking his eyes off the majesty of it all: the stormy sea, the cold, harsh wind blowing though his hair, the port wall, in the distance, almost being swallowed by the waves. He wrapped himself u...
The following account is fiction, which is based on the well-documented Legend of Pope Joan, the first, and last female Pope of the Catholic Church. As this story took place in the ninth century A.D., which means of the Christian era; or Year of our Lord, many of the terms are from ancient languages. Words such as slitten, which is Old English for slit, and...
Scripts- The Wicked Witches Chapter One - Preliminaries Halloween is my girlfriend's favorite holiday. In our household, Halloween ranks even more important than Christmas or birthdays. Dee spends weeks getting ready for Halloween, buying and preparing decorations, selecting outfits, and by the time she's finished every year our house has been transformed...
My name is John Sanders and I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Dale College, a small private school located in the downtown area. At least, that's my cover while I walk in the world of man, disguised as an ordinary mortal. A long time ago, I was known as Morpheus. One of the Gods of the Underworld....
LETTER XII Another break in the narrative: Harry resumes his correspondence with Charlie where he joins Louisa's family at breakfast. As you may well imagine, my dear friend, after the wild excesses I had just experienced, I was ready enough to sink into the arms of Morpheus. So just giving a chuckle over the successful start that I had made as a participa...
I'd had rather a difficult day. My mother-in-law was down with the flu, quite badly, too, and she lived alone. Naturally my wife offered to go and stay with her over the weekend, leaving me to look after the kids. I couldn't really object to either decision. Muriel certainly needed someone to keep an eye on her for a couple of days and there was no way we'd...
After having worked well into the small hours of the morning once again, Dr. Dennis Johnson retired to his quarters beneath Black Mountain and to the lumpy torture chamber he jokingly called a bed. His lower back cried out for a mattress and he swore to himself that he would buy a proper bed just as soon as they came back from P456X tomorrow afternoon, after...