Chapter 1; Eileen's Story My name is Tim Miller. Before I get into my story I need to set the background. First and foremost I am a nice guy. You know the type. I am the guy who coaches kids sports, helps out with scouts, works at science fairs, spends time with his family, and is fun at parties without scandal. I am well educated (a bachelors and two mas...
Here's the second installment of the story based on The Hun's comic "Gohr". All the characters are at least 18 years old. Enjoy! Y Testing the Merchandise – Gar's Second Day as Slavemeat Once again the harsh light of day stung Gar's eyes. Once more, he found himself, bound and horny, led by his cock to a podium where he would be ogled by the auction-goi...
I was intent on casting my line that I didn't immediately look up when I heard a couple of my young fishing companions exclaim 'wow look at the rack on that.' When I looked up I was rather surprised to see that my wife Carole, had taken off her tee shirt and her large pendulous breasts were dangling free as she brought me a cold beer and some sun cream. I...
Katerina was one of the most beautiful and rich noblewomen in Russia. The single female offspring of the powerful Count Orloff, Katerina learned her lessons in nobility well from her father. Her father, the Count, was at first disappointed in not having a male heir, but eventually accepted that fate had other plans for his line. Realizing that this beautiful...
I had never done anything as remotely sexually outrageous as this before..................... (I was kneeling on a cream, thick pile carpet. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling over my arms on which I was resting my face. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was holding my hips and was kneeling up straight a...
Note: Over a period of a few years I wrote three stories with a mystic theme. The first two were 'The Man' and 'Lunchtime shopping'. This tale completes the trilogy. ***** This is probably not the kind of story that you want to hear. At the time of the two incidents they seemed almost unbelievable and now nine months later the memory has all the elements...
CHAPTER 1 The bull had been with the heifer for almost eight hours and while Irene Cave hadn't kept her eye on him every minute she'd only seen him sniff the heifer's rear twice and then he failed to perform his duty. This was the fourth time with two other heifers and a cow mating had failed. The jerk. She decided he was gay or had broken his thingy when...
Based on the extra art for the Dark Elf profile. It shows her giving a footjob to her slave/husband and him squirting all over her foot and leg. The satisfied expression on her face is a sight to see. :D The title is based on a song by Siamese Sex Show. Try searching on YouTube to know what one of my favourite songs is. ;) Fetishes: footjob, boot worship,...
**A reader commented that a holiday story should have redemptive value, in the spirit of the season, and that, perhaps I fail to tap into that delirious, all-consuming happiness that each and every one of us must feel during the long, cold winter months. Of course, it could be that redemption—good or ill—is in the iris of the beholder. --Indeed...
I remember the first time I saw her. It was a Saturday in November - point of fact it was Neil Young's birthday. One of my best friends, Brian, was such a serious fan that every year he'd host Neil's Birthday Bash, at which the entire discography - Buffalo Springfield, Crazy Horse, CSN&Y, weird soundtracks for Jim Jarmusch films...everything - would be playe...