Daphne crouched on the mortuary table next to where her sister Laura lay dead, pegging the man who had embalmed her with the magic strap-on the demon had given her. The toy glided in and out of the man's rectum. The room was sterile and white-washed like a hospital building. There were florescent lights overhead, and they reminded her vaguely of the high sch...
This is a true story about my first taste of a woman. I grew in an Eastern suburb of Los Angeles along the foothills. It was a good life and although my family wasn't rich, we didn't lack for anything, or at least we didn't know what we were missing if did. In my 19th year after graduating high school, I was playing Triple A soccer. I was in great shape, m...
Candace and the Frat Boys (Chapter 3) Kathryn M. Burke Josh began coming over twice or three times a week, bringing a change of clothing in his backpack. Candace had to admit it was nice to have a man in the house—and in her bed—again, and the age difference didn't mean a whole lot. Well, that wasn't exactly true: every now and then it did flutter throu...
One more part to go! Keep sending the feedback! * * * * * Around the same time, Kayla's mom Tanya was visiting her friend, Lisa. Though she hadn't come prepared for a swim in the pool, Lisa had loaned Tanya one of her bikinis and the two women laid on the loungers beside the pool, soaking up the rays. Normally, Tanya wouldn't have been able to borrow a bik...
It was late. I was working out at the park opposite my apartment complex. Sometimes when I am unable to jog in the mornings I do it at late nights. Movement catches my eye. Its quite late, the park is always empty at this time. A woman is standing, looking at me. She is wearing black running tracks, a neon green T shirt. I notice headphones dangling in her h...
The night didn't end there. I carried on fucking those two Australian teenagers all through that night. All three of us were crazed with lust for each other, unable to stop grabbing at tits, legs, cocks, hair, pussies, asses. Whatever we could hold, or lick or suck, or fuck we did until we were completely drained and the sunlight was creeping under the doorf...
The Neon Rocket – Act One is the first of collection of self-contained stories about a Honolulu cabbie and what happens to him on one slow Saturday night. It's about eleven at night on a Saturday and I was driving around Chinatown looking for a passenger to take somewhere but there's nobody going nowhere. My last fare was a streetwalker that used my backsea...
Hey everyone! I know it is frustrating that my chapters are short but, I promise that the 7th chapter will be super long as I have been working on it nearly everyday. I just wanted to let you all know :) ~JF * * * * * Shantae sat up in bed with a start. She had been having one of her dreams, again. No one knew about them, not even Merrick, as much as he wo...
Strung up as she was, firmly attached to the harnesses on the rack, arms and legs wide apart, Angela pleaded, "Please, Tim, not The Lettered Jacket, please?" Tim ignored her pleas and cries, instead slapping hard her already raw butt. Angela screamed, interspersing in between her repeated pleas. Tim slapped her hard again and then her small breasts. "Modeli...
Halloween night is the night that the nightmares are made from. I can remember it as if it were yesterday. I was twenty-one-years old and in college and I accepted odd jobs. I was booked by the Carroll's who would be out most of the evening. I took the three girls out trick or treating through the neighborhood. One of the neighbors gave me a story to read an...