Editor's note: this story contains horror-style imagery and potentially disturbing themes. Do not read if this willupset you. * By Set Sytes aka Dogmoral "Men know they are sexual exiles. They wander the earth seeking satisfaction, craving and despising, never content. There is nothing in that anguished motion for women to envy." -- Camille Paglia "All u...
I was driving in my car, the top was down, the wind was blowing, the sun was shining. It was 7:30am so there was still the early morning moisture in the air. The streets were lined with palm trees. Old ladies were watering there lawn. Men and women were taking there morning jogs and walking there dogs. Children were getting ready for school. I pulled into t...
Present day: It's a week and a half before Taylor's 18th birthday, and Gary is waiting up for his wayward daughter in her bedroom for the 5th night in a row. At 11pm Taylor is an hour past curfew, and attempts to sneak in the house. Earlier in the day Gary had been cleaning out the attic and found an old book that has the name Dickson on it and discovered th...
Chapter Three: Training Done, Chantel is On Her Way. Waking up back in her cell, Chantel finds that her days being trained, orientated and broken off will here with the Burrows brothers are wrapping up. Mitch enters her cell and has her come back out and back into the house with him and Nate. Mitch says, "Well Chantel, time has come for us to part our ways...
Claudia was a waitress at a new club, Tarts-n-Hearts. It was her first day working the floor alone. Her long black curly black hair was ticked back and pinned at her neck. The tiny uniform she wore outlined her curves and hugged her body. Her breasts were a c-cup, overflowing from the top she wore. Her thighs were barely covered and she'd had to wear a thong...
My name is Johnny, by no way do I consider myself a writer in any way. This is a story that I can finally speak about, here is a how One Bath Changed My World. ***** I grew up in upstate New York in a great old city I rather not name here. When I was in my senior year of high school 1984, I started to seriously think about what I wanted to do with my life....
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "Come on please?" I begged. "Why do you need to tie me up again?" "It's for that survival group I'm in. We need to learn to tie different types of knots for different situations. But mainly things get tied down to hold something in place," I explained. "And why do you need me?"...
Preface: This first chapter is less about erotica and more about character development. Scenes will become sexier as the plot progresses. * Richard strolled coolly to the penitentiary where the fulfillment slaves were held. Though his heart was pounding in his ears he kept his face stoic and expressionless and his pace leisurely despite his hurry to get...
Hi Reader...before reading this story, you might like to read Job Interview Down Under, which is where and how Rebecca & Mr Johnson met...hope you enjoy Rebecca's continuing antics with Mr Johnson. Mr Johnston! Gosh, does that man ever give up? He's been calling and leaving messages for two weeks now. Mr Johnston... mmmmm, such a nice thought. My reflection...
"Are the children in bed?" I heard on the phone, and I knew who it was. I gulped, what can I say but yes? "Yes they are." "Good, I'll be there in thirty minutes." "I really am not too sure about this Mr Robson," I said. I was in a real tight spot now, and getting out of it was going to be difficult, I needed another two weeks. "You agreed readily whe...