Evelyn could not sleep. She was nervous and a little frightened about what was going to happen tonight. She decided that she needed the comfort of an embrace from Casius. After which, she was sure that she could get to sleep. With just her night-gown on. She quietly walked to Casius' room. Before getting to his door, she heard the scream of a woman and froze...
Author's Note: The following is for the Pastiches de Oggbashan Story Event. Seeing as I am not British enough to add to any of his stories, I decided to adapt one for American audiences, the story in question being Ancient Liberties. You can read both stories and see how similar/dissimilar the two are. I hope it goes without saying that none of the followin...
I am a US Airline flight attendant but what you wouldn't know from your flight with me is that I am an addicted exhibitionist. My husband understands this and has supported my exhibitionist fantasies that I sometimes act out on layovers. But he really surprised me one time by arranging a party with his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San...
My face was kind of a mess. My jaw was sore. My butt hurt, and I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. My dick was locked in a tiny metal cage that hurt like hell whenever it tried to get hard, and pinched sometimes. And my stripper version of Mr. Miyagi was asking me questions all of a sudden. Specifically, she wanted to know if I thought I had earned a p...
This is not a true story nor is it realistic, this is complete fantasy so do not re-enact nor take it too seriously. Chapter 1: An interesting target Michael looked to be a normal person from outside appearances, he had a seemingly ordinary if not spectacular job working as part of the IT admin team in an office working 9-4 Monday to Friday. Most people ju...
The snow storm whipped ice crystals down my neck as I ran slipping and sliding from my automobile to the entrance of the 23rd Precinct police station. Inside, I took off and shook my coat. It was hotter and more comfortable in the front reception of this police station than anywhere in my own crappy apartment building. I'd been Uptown here once before, I rec...
"Up here in space I'm looking down on you My lasers trace Everything you do You think you've private lives Think nothing of the kind There is no true escape I'm watching all the time" ― Judas Priest As the bastard suffocated me ― wrapping my head in translucent rubber ― all I could think was: "This smells so good!" The aroma of new petroleum product...
Friday finally came. Tami called me around noon to tell me she was going home early, she was unable to concentrate on work, her mind was only on what was going to happen that night, and she wanted to be well rested. I, too, was having difficulty concentrating; the thought of my once chaste wife spreading her legs for a group of horny college boys kept me ha...
Although inspired by real life events this is a work of fiction and it is not based on any real person or persons. I'd like to thank Randi for her editorial guidance. Damn it! It was 2AM, and Rob Mason, the Mayor of the small Mid-Western town of Blandings Crossings, was angry with his wife, Clarissa, again. He had dropped any number of hints that it was u...
Rachel had asked to use my bedroom for a cam show for her web site. My bedroom's pretty sparse, so there's nothing to recognise, and her room mates were in no danger of walking in on her. We'd talked about her using one of the big cam sites where you're paid in tokens, but she'd decided to do it on her web site, so the audience would be smaller, but she'd g...