A/N: Been toying with this idea a pretty long time now and finally got the courage to post it up on here. Hope someone will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing. First time writing this kind of story so hopefully it's good. Cheers! XD PS: Until I find out how to add chapters to a story, the title will remain as is XD -------- When Riley snuck out...
Alain looked at the leather clad slave kneeling at his feet, and then at the long ash on the tip of his cigarette. He leaned forward, and the mouth visible behind the studded black leather training hood opened obediently, and the pink tongue, already stained grey, extended for Alain to flick off the ash once again. Then the tongue with the ash delicately poi...
Reading Ch. 01 is a must in understanding how Greg's wife Gwen, and their daughter Zoe's relationship was turned upside down; with both now working towards the goal of interracially cuckolding him. *** Outwardly, forty-two year old Greg Parks was living the American Dream. Married to his beautiful wife Gwen for twenty years, they produced an equally beauti...
There's a voice. Far away. Far away, but I'm floating. Floating on a very calm sea. "Can you hear me? Open your eyes if you hear me?" Everything's a blur, and my throat's raw. It burns, and that's all I can think of. I feel a finger pinching my left earlobe. "John? Wake up, John!" Open eyes reveal blurry light, indistinct moving forms. "How do you feel n...
Julian had seen the discreet advert in the Evening Standard, it had appealed to his fantasies and the thought of being exposed under the control of a dominating female excited him tremendously. Nervously he dialed the number from the advert, he was excited and as he stood naked in the apartment, his penis fully erect, he slowly masturbated waiting for the ph...
In the morning Timmy woke up from a deep sleep. He slept soundly through the night after drinking mommy's milk. Timmy was disappointed, for he realized mommy had not raped him last night. He looked up into the mirrored ceiling and saw his small body, as he lay naked in a sea of silk sheets, comforters, and down filled pillows that covered a bed well beyond k...
There is an old saying; you don't cheat the hang man. So, when my husband was convicted of assault and sentenced to hang, I felt like my whole world was crumbling at my feet. I had to get him out of the noose and the only way I saw this happening was to offer another body in his stead, my body. So the night before the hanging I waited until my husband was fa...
"I don't see what's so difficult about it," grumbled Niord of Noatun, "I am the king of the Swedes and also god of the Sea. A king is usually the god in charge of something or other -- fertility is a popular choice, as you might expect -- and most gods are king of somewhere or other. My father Ingvi was king of the Turks, for example, and my son Frey is king...
I had spent a night in aggravated sleep. Sleep? Let's call it tossing and turning from side to side. Let's call it staring at the ceiling in the dark. Let's call it anything except sleep. Sleep denotes restfulness, but I was anything but restful. I was agitated. I was nervous. Two days earlier I had a brief conversation with a very special aunt, my uncle Do...
No new ground covered below. A reader asked for a short story about a certain situation which she admits to doing as a freshman. I needed a twist for a long shelved story, so I stitched them together. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Barry Gibb: "Where is...