The origins of the magic marker are unknown, only that tales of it's exploits have been told for centuries, a magical artifact that can change both mind and flesh with a stroke. Earliest reports of the artifact state that it had been a quill once before slowly adapting to the writing instruments of the twenty-first century. It is said that the marker has alm...
We saw each other at the same time when I deplaned. I didn't get to sneak a peek first, but neither did you. You're even sexier than I imagined. Your glance has lived through a thousand lifetimes, easy. You've lived secrets I've dreamed. Maybe you think those sly dimples of yours conceal the bad boy in you, but I've been around too, and I know better. Still...
"There are four hundred thousand reported cases of domestic abuse every month all across America. Breaking up the data it shows ninety nine percent of reports come from women turning themselves in for flagrant abuse of their helpless men. This is NOT something we can overlook. Our men deserve better than to have some savage women use their strength to h...
Nye was working behind the bar when he saw Adam weaving his way towards him. It was early and there were few people in. He felt his stomach knot as usual but this time the usual mix of emotions he felt when ever he saw Adam was flavoured with something different – fear. Adam slid onto a stool and grinned. "Hey babe. You look great. I have a huge surprise fo...
"So tell me more about Donkey Productions," said Kristy, as they were lying in bed, following the little escapade with Karen. "First of all," James began, "tonight was the best birthday ever. And I'm glad that Karen decided to go home afterwards without hanging around. I didn't want to have to pretend to be asleep much longer." "And the best part," Krist...
I had lost the bet. Now you are going to collect. You tell me you want to be in control. You elaborate, "I want to fuck you like a girl." I wonder what exactly you mean. You say, "You'll see." You tell me to say the catchphrase we agreed to that signals my acceptance. A bet is a bet; I lean over and whisper in your ear, "Your wish is my command." And I pla...
Dream Journal July 16, 2001 Continued I know what you're thinking. That was a terrible place to stop, wasn't it? Sorry. I seem to wake every time I cum really hard. Don't worry, though. I drifted back off to dreamland immediately. To my delight, all the characters were there. This time, however, we weren't in mine and Phillip's bedroom now, but mine and Em...
(Please pardon the delay in posting the second part of this story, but there have been some changes in my job status courtesy of some uncle named Sam (no, it’s not about incest, but it did fuck up a good career) and a wino (‘scuse me, that’s a rummy who acts like he is drunk on power), a crashed computer and a hiatus that was forced on me because of a certai...
Hunter was a cute young man, 19, short haircut, athletic young body, big green eyes and eager to please. He'd come to audition for me; my name is Donna Culkins, and I'm a theater director at the small community playhouse in my little town, a lifelong amateur actor and in my older years, a director. He seemed smitten with me, but that's not totally surprisi...
This is still a fantasy, still no diseases in here so still no condoms, and I am saying still to much don't you think. I do have a request though, the last whore didn't get very good ratings, please tell me why you didn't like this one, or loved, I do enjoy hearing from you on how hard or wet you got. So since very few actually bothered to tell me anything,...