Chapter 2. Grant Holden takes the next step in become a member of the Society. "Well I mostly imagine myself being utilized for pleasure by people. Usually I see my head being pushed down into a dirty pussy and made to clean it while someone begins preparing my ass for a fucking." There he'd blurted it out and realized his cock was rock hard... The Instruc...
Session 1 There are times when restraint is helpful and necessary. And then, there are the infrequent times when wadding up that giant ball of self-control and tossing it out of the window is the one thing that might allow us to make it through the next twenty or thirty years with some measure of sanity. This story is about one of those times. Which one, yo...
This is not your typical incubus story. But then, this story did not come about in a typical way. I normally see a story in my mind, flesh it out as it plays through my mind several times, and then write it out. This story would not do that. It remained jumbled and kept going down what were apparently dead ends. Then I realized that what I was seeing in my...
And so it begins . . . Woke up this morning with your dick pressed up against my ass, still sticky from last night's extensive, exhaustive fuckin'. I could feel it awakening from its' soft sleepy state, stretching and yawning back to life. My ass responds in kind, nestling up against it, enjoying the wake-up call. But, in that early morning haze, with my...
Unless you test yourself, you will never find out what you're capable of. My name is Abraham Tadesse and I was born and raised in the City of Nazret, Ethiopia. Like a lot of my fellow countrymen, I was driven by abject poverty to seek a better life elsewhere. That's how I ended up as a migrant worker ( in the construction industry ) in Qatar. To any African,...
Forbidden Cravings Served In Good Taste Frankie turned the card over but there was nothing on the back, just the elegant scrawl embossed on the front of the delicate business card. "What the hell is this?" she asked her best friend. Smiling like a cat, Samantha sighed contentedly and sat back on the wrought iron chair. The restaurant patio was empty as th...
America- Just uttering the name made Haifa envision freedom. And not only freedom in-terms of personal liberty, but a freedom from the past. A past which kept many trapped into social customs, traditions, culture and family ties. America the ideal meant a land where men and women could be re-born and new ideas could take hold. America also represented peace...
It began innocently enough. It had to, or I would have been able to stop it. Now honestly I don't have any ability to stop, nor even imagine wanting to. A little about me. My name is Jan Thomas, I am a high school History teacher in the mountains of Western Canada. I was not the first woman in my family to serve as a soldier, the world wars saw my Great Aun...
So if you have read my work you know that I mostly write about my experiences getting massages, mostly Happy Ending massages. These are all true stories, and I hope my writing reflects that. While a lot of these happen while I travel for business, they also happen at home in Texas. Sometimes they are basic hand job happy endings and sometimes they are full o...
I like to tell a story from the viewpoint of each main character. The first two chapters were listed under Humour and Satire. This does not seem a well frequented category. In addition while still keeping light hearted if the voting remains positive then I intend to expand the story out and potentially with less satire hence the switch of category to Erotic...