The name is Luper. I am what you would call a god. Not just any god but one of the craftiest you will ever meet. In my true form, I look like a large wolf. A wolf the size of a bull that stands as tall as a man. I walk around the earth, coming and going as I please. I'm not like the others. I'm a fun-loving traveler. I'm a bit of an adventurer. I don't care...
"Talk dirty to me Charlie," she said. "Really dirty. Please?" "Please, what, my little slut?" She shivered in my arms. "Please... Daddy," she answered. "Better. Now ask again, properly." "Please Daddy, talk dirty to your little whore." "Fine, but you're not to touch Daddy's cunt until he says you can. Is that understood?" "Yes Daddy," she breathed. W...
George stared at the glowing computer screen from the depths of his dimly-lit "man cave", as he called it. In reality, it was the basement of his mother's house, where he spent most of his spare time. It was very cave-like, being dark, damp and smelling of moldy things growing. There was little that would be considered manly about it. It had a furnace in on...
This is based on true events enhanced a lot. The Storm Over the Horizon The next morning getting up to knocking on our door, the place we were staying had an in room breakfast special, I signed up for when I made reservations for the room. I had a pair of shorts on I wore to bed and my wife had on a little red nightie it came to her thighs. She looked good...
It was Sunday afternoon and I was lounging on the settee drinking a generous glass of wine watching Dirty Dancing for the 100th time when there was a knock on the door. "Surprise!" A tall shaven headed young man waving a bottle of vodka greeted me, "Is he in?" It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus; then I recognised him. "Lee?" I shouted, and held my...
Chapter 3 Paul Donnelly, Jr. was already in college my last summer with the Build-A-Village program. He'd been in college for two years, but Mrs. Wellington, the teacher who supervised the trip, adored Paul. She worked him in at the last minute as a chaperon. Paul was excited by the responsibility. He found the situation hilarious. He loved the responsibili...
Dedicated to Judi Ann. This series was written at her request. This is a 6 part series. If you have not read the preceding stories, please do so first to know the background. * With a voice that sounded like they had just all coincidentally met at the same restaurant for dinner, he said, "Honey, you've already met our friends. "As I remember, you flirted...
"If you getcha one girl, better get two Case you run into Gypsy Lou She's a ramblin' woman with a ramblin' mind Always leavin' somebody behind" ~Bob Dylan~ Manic hysteria is oozing out of the Forum tonight. I know it's the groovy British invasion of The Skiffles and all but my mind keeps wandering to what's going to happen after the gig with my men. It...
It was a cold, fall evening. David and I had been sitting around the fire place, chatting about work, our friends, and recent idiots we'd encountered. "I love your smile," he would whisper to me, gently pulling me into a warm embrace. I practically purred in delight from this contact, though he'd done it several times before. David stroked my hair and kissed...
Jill tossed her hair back and let out a frustrated groan. The phone was ringing off the hook, she was knee-deep in paper work, and her boss was riding her ass on top of it all. Literally. Mr. Hues was just finishing off his third orgasm when Jill decided it was time to fake a finish of her own so she could clock out. Ass sex really wasn't Jill's idea of a...