They seemed perfect. He was smitten with her at first exposure. She was immediately attracted to him. Their initial friendship took a long time to form, to gel into a relationship. When it did, they were truly soul-mates. Yet they broke up. The break-up can best be ascribed to "sexual politics." That term, coined in the late sixties as a by-product of the f...
This is purely fiction any correlation to real people is completely happenstance. Warning This story contains depictions of coerced male on male oral intercourse. The misquote Austin Powers if this is not your bag baby, do not read it. It was a warm early spring Friday. I was attending a math class in my third semester at a prestigious private western Univ...
Chapter 2: A Summer Fling One thing I never was never short of in collage was guys hitting on me. I don't think this is something unique to me. I guess almost every girl going through collage has this experience. You go to class early to find a good seat, you go to the cafeteria to eat lunch, you walk to the dorms... it doesn't matter where you are or what...
Amy was practically bouncing as we waited outside the training facility for the class to walk out. The same women we talked to at the luncheon were standing outside their cars with us. The fences and buildings kept the training area out of sight, so we could only wait. I looked at my watch, and it was nearly five. We heard a loud shout, and a few moments la...
Summary: A proud black MILF is gradually dommed by a racist white coed. WARNING 1: This story includes politically incorrect terms (chief among them the infamous N word, and unlike the term of ironic respect it's used as in my stories about whites submitting to blacks, in this story it's used as it commonly is by racists, as an epithet). If such words or co...
I: Brigid and the Patriot's Day Parade "Thbbb! ... Th-thbb!" He licked his lips and tried again on next group of sixteenth notes, pressing against the mouthpiece that felt like a block of ice no matter how much he blew into it. Even through his full-length wool uniform, and the long underwear, he could feel the frigid wind knifing right through him. It...
As I looked down at my best friend, big Bob, it was hard to believe the condition he was in. Just three days prior, this huge man was tossing logging chains around as though they were toys. A truck driver by trade, Bob was only thirty-five and could out work, out drink, and out fight men fifteen years younger than him. Just three days and now he is lying her...
Yes, I was suicidal on Sunday. But then I always am after that kind of Saturday night. By Monday I was myself again. The only difference was that I had done some good with my ill gotten gains, so I felt a lot better about myself, a lot sooner than usual. I also had lost the death wish by the time I woke up on Monday. Since I no longer wanted to meet with Iv...
This is a celebration of one particular Santa Barbara courtesan. This is a paean to Megan. A whore. A courtesan of the highest order...and a description of an encounter with her and her mouth. There are scores of whores here in Santa Barbara. I believe we possess, within our tony borders, some of the greatest whores in the world. Whores are divided into...
Copyright 2009 by Stormbringer Nikki Nipples Vs. Jamaica 12/31/08-1/04/09 Wednesday, New Years Eve Nikki was both exhausted and climbing the walls with horniness by the time the plane landed in Jamaica. It had been a long tiring day. They had a two hour wait at the airport, they'd switched planes twice, once in Dallas, once in Miami, and they'd finally...