There's an old saying in the muscle-bound barbarian hero business. Actually there are a LOT of old saying in the muscle-bound barbarian hero business. This is mostly because the average muscle-bound barbarian can't read. And so an oral tradition is necessary. (Although if asked, most muscle-bound barbarians would think that an oral tradition is something tha...
For contributors As was stated at the top: while there were will be two general threads to go off of (for a guy and girl), feel free to create your own characters or scenarios. The only shared premise among them needs to be that they find themselves, however you decide that happens, in this universe and, as The Eagles would say, "You can check out any t...
The bell just rang, or more appropriately, buzzed, as there were no actual bells at HHS, just a loud vibrating sound signalling the beginning and end of each period. This particular bell signaled the start of 2nd period. Your 2nd period class was PE, it was always the class you looked forward to most, in part because the PE games you played were fun, basketb...
I have always been afraid of my dark side. I have always denied it even to myself, because good girls aren't supposed to want THAT kind of sex. And good girls who use a wheelchair damn sure aren't supposed to want any kind of sex, let alone THAT kind of sex. It's harsh and rough. Edgy. Maybe a little bit painful. But fascinating. And so damn hot. So for all...
This is part one of a long tale... My beloved Indian girlfriend, Anarkali, would sneak me into her dorm room with some regularity. No mean feat, since she went to Bryn Mawr and boys in the dorm rooms at any time was a big no no. She was blessed with a really cool room mate, Annie. Annie was a petite girl with sparkling eyes and a tiny mouth that always see...
"Sex life? Ha!" I was moaning to Richard at work. "You should try this," he replied and held out a small bottle of clear liquid. Curiously, I took it from him and examined it. "Exaggeraid," said the label. "May I...?" I asked. "Be my guest," he said. "It's worked wonders for my sex life, and I've got crates of the stuff at home." I took a surreptitious s...
Walking into the gym was the greatest feeling. My muscles were flexed and I looked amazing. My name is Brock. I'm 26 years old, 6'2, 230 lbs of pure muscle. My girlfriend, Katie, is next to me. A dazzling sexy blonde girl who is 25 years old, 5'8 and has a fit sexy body as well. She weighs about 140 lbs and has the sexiest 32DD breasts one could see! Howeve...
Ch02 For I have sinned The girls approached Marilyn's house...she was visibly excited, still formulating her daring master plan. She hugged Jennifer conspiratorially to her side. "I would give anything to hold Father Vincent's lovely warm cock in my hands...he is such an adorable man...so sexy and he doesn't even know it." "This does sound reeeeeally thri...
Sampson College's football team was one of the conference's best this year. And the team's secret weapon was its cheerleading squad. The "Squad," as they were known, consisted of 10 of the foxiest bitches the sport of cheering had ever seen. How there could be so many superhot, supertoned, supersexed girls at one not-so-big college was a mystery. These gir...
It seemed that every muscle in my body ached. I was terribly weary. I had been given my new name, and then my Lord and Overseer had taken the dangling leash on my neck and conducted me away to my place of work. I was sobbing bitterly, humiliated. The gag and the hood were not replaced upon me at that time. I had been led to the scullery area of the t...