In memory of Tura Satana (1938 – 2011) star of Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! It has been two years since Tsovinar had lost her husband to a Kurdish raiding party and the day her lover was murdered she found herself kneeling on the earthen floor of her hut, a harvest of apricots around her knees, Hayk's cock throbbing in her hands. The eighteen year old la...
The general had called the company for a dance and the assembly had, inevitably, acceded to the request. Even Lieutenant Matthew Trent was there in attendance despite the incident the previous night. He had wanted to stay away and to console Angie, but she had waved him away. She had a friend coming round to keep her company and had almost eagerly shoed Ma...
Mirror Marlene: The Crackpot Scheme "Oh, my God!" Rucker said admiringly. "Marlene Collier, you look beautiful." I stood at the doorway of the guest room in the large house that Jeremy Collier built wearing one of my husband's starched long sleeved dress shirts, and looked at the naked black man on the bed. He was certainly not my husband. For the few seco...
Hapsley Hall was a veritable maze of plush lounges, sitting rooms and bedrooms. They were decorated to suit various necessary tastes; those in the deeper recesses of the house were more boudoir like, and it was to one of these he was to be taken. Just having a naked male on a leash in the comfort of her home gave Lady Barbara a deeply erotic thrill. She had...
~New Mexico, 1870's~ Chapter 1: A Stranger Rides In A dead Indian hung from the limb of a cottonwood over a dry creek bed. There was a flurry of large wings as a rider slowly approached, and reddish-colored hawks lifted their engorged bodies sluggishly into the air with a chorus of kreeing sounds and began to circle leisurely overhead. John Green clicked...
Here's the second installment of the story based on The Hun's comic "Gohr". All the characters are at least 18 years old. Enjoy! Y Testing the Merchandise – Gar's Second Day as Slavemeat Once again the harsh light of day stung Gar's eyes. Once more, he found himself, bound and horny, led by his cock to a podium where he would be ogled by the auction-goi...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. This story is a loosely based sequel to 'It's Vegas Bitch!'. This story was inspired by all the requests I've received in the past two years to give it a sequel. Hope you all enjoy! ****************** Las Vegas, Nevada The sound...
At the end of the last installment, Sophie, wife to Peter (that's me) and daughter of Esther, told me that her mother wished to visit next month. Not only that, but she wanted to visit the club Sophie belonged to and that she had just introduced me to, in order 'to meet men and get laid with no strings attached'. Sophie had joined that club together with her...
It was that time of year again-my wife would be expecting something for her birthday. Tina would always tell me not to worry about any gifts for her. I know that I am terrible at gift giving, some years I do better than others. I always try though, but I feel it never seems good enough for her, and she never complains. She loves whatever I give her. Tina is...
MaryAnn stepped from the tub, examined herself in the mirror, and smiled at her image. She was petite, 5'3" 123 lbs, and her size 32C breasts were still firm. She knew her blond hair would be a special advantage tonight so she shaved and purposefully left a wisp of it "down there." At age 43, MaryAnn was still a knockout. She walked into her hotel room. "Ma...