My name is Stefan Cherenfant. A big and tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Friends call me K.B. for short. I don't mind. We all seem to acquire nicknames at some point in our lives. Not much we can do about it. Anyhow, I was home from school during Christmas Break. This is the tale of how I had...
DISCLAIMER: This story contains strange and exotic fetishes that may be disturbing to some readers, read at your own risk. *** You sink to the ground, too overcome with lust to continue fighting. The omnibus overlord, victorious, drinks in your body greedily, practically fucking you with her eyes. She walks over to you, and begins removing your armor piece...
Cade awoke and reached for his pants to locate the keys for the handcuffs. They were not there. He tried to remember if he had put them somewhere else last night. It was really strange. He could not think of another place where he could have put them. They had to be here. He checked his pockets once more. "Is something wrong?" Erin asked. "I can't find the...
I arrived at the office bright and early in uniform. First I sent a report off to Lata. I told her I had managed to record two of the sex sessions and been able to retrieve some artefacts which I had given to the forensics lab for analysis. I explained that the second recording was taken with a higher speed and why. I also told her not to proceed with the im...
The young mother scurries down the sidewalk. She is filled with anxiety for the safety of her young, and she moves quickly as the twilight gives way to night. Her world is a huge, frightening place filled with perils in every stride. She travels with silent agility towards the goal of keeping her family safe. Large brown eyes survey her environment intently...
(Inspired By "Surprise" by Imagination Station/Shyguy) (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) * Yes! The tumorous tube was the source of Eve's unexpected stimulation. As the twisted atrocity snaked through her moist tunnel, the tumors, boils, and warts passed over the sensitive nerves of her clit. It was better than any of her numerous dildos (collector'...
Our story begins in the early evening as you arrive at the imposing structure of the school. My personal secretary escorts you to my residence where I wait in my library. I am seated at a large, imposing desk, and soon the you are standing across the desk from me, waiting as quickly flip through the thick folder stamped "Permanent Record", and unde...
Identity is a funny thing. In many ways, it defines who you are. Of course, I sometimes wonder if that applies to me. At a time when most young men and women are trying to figure out who they are, I was trying to figure out what I was. Recently, I found out certain key details about my origins. The surprising thing is that I'm not a bit surprised. My name...
I was in the middle of the same routine as always. Picking up a hazelnut latte and a blueberry scone on my way to work like any other day. My heart beating a little faster today, knowing that I was going to the Green Day/ Offspring concert later that day. I had tried to get the day off, so that I could be there early and maybe sweet talk my way backstage or...
How long had they wandered through this shadowed landscape? Everything around them seemed familiar, but off. The trees over there, normally healthy and green, had a purplish tinge, as if she was seeing them through a filter. This pocket dimension, if that is what it was, had dangers aplenty. When the cataclysm arrived, she had been refilling the water caske...