Whilst this is written as a story that can stand on its own it is also a continuation to two earlier submissions, in order, 'the bad Teddy Bare' and ' Teddy Bare in captivity.' The garden was all done, I had baked all the cakes I needed and more besides, it was Saturday and I had absolutely nothing that I had to do, nor anything I really needed to do. I cou...
"My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of water, washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet as flowers; his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. His hands are as...
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{{She's the pot. And the pot.}} A few months into this hobby, I'd written a bunch of short, stand alone stories that wound up all being about the same couple. They are not in any particular order, and you don't need to know anything about the other stories to understand each one. Some stories are fairly tame, while others are more intense and explore fetish...
India, 1970s I switched the fans off and left my office, closing the door behind me. It was 7 PM, and the sun had set just a couple of minutes ago, putting an end to an exceptionally sweltering day -- sweltering even by the standards of a regular Indian summer. The heat was even more oppressive inside our makeshift offices, which were basically glorified ti...
Note: This story is a male dom, womanizer with brief references to incest by way of fantasy but is incidental to the story. * Ever since I can remember I've fascinated, obsessed by insemination, cumming inside a women and making them pregnant. I understand why "they," do the money shot in porn but it's such a waste of quality cum no matter what the circums...
Beats me where she was from. India, probably, but maybe Sri Lanka or Pakistan or some other country in that region. Maybe she was Turkish or Persian or even Arab, but she sure as shit wasn't Australian and when she realised she'd been caught staring at me, she smiled, revealing a mouth of slightly bucked, very white teeth. I looked away from her and back t...
Story Codes: M+/F, Interracial, First, Oral, Size, Cheat, Preg? Synopsis: Kylie is a young black woman who finds out that she just can't say no to a hard white cock...Not even at her own wedding reception. * "You're so grown up, I can hardly believe it." My mom was almost crying...again. "I know." I smiled at her reflection in the mirror, sitting at the...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. The miracle is not that children grow up. It is they want to come home afterwards. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer and the...
Simon Sharpe. We'd finished our food, and Jimmy had just gone up behind the bar to get us another bottle of wine, when there was a loud 'Crack'. I stiffened. "Fireworks?" said Crystal. "Gunfire," I replied, "Too close for comfort as well." The door of the restaurant flew open, crashing into the wall behind, the glass shattering. Two men rushed in, slammi...