11:30 PM Club Phoenix "Do it!" the man screamed, thumbing back the hammer on his pistol, "piss yourself, right now!" Alice looked at the myriad of faces surrounding her through rapidly blurring eyes -- never in her darkest nightmares had she imagined such torture. She didn't want to do it (piss her skin-tight white jeans in front of the entire club) but th...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** Harlequeen Backstory Standing on the edge of the...
The two new slave girls took turns mounting the Estate master's cock as he lay on a blanket in his newly constructed pleasure garden. The rules for each young woman were simple... squat over her master's rigid staff and lower herself ever-slowly onto his waiting erection while the other girl held it up for her until the slave's pussy lips encompassed no more...
I'd always said I would never go to Las Vegas. It never held any appeal for me previously and it seemed like a good way to waste a lot of my hard-earned money fast. So, of course, fate put me on a crash course with that very same city. I won a trip to Las Vegas at the company I work at. Now this trip did not just come with a few days off and a little spend...
A special thanks goes to redfoxxy1959, for her most helpful input on the story line, and actual writing of 'The Sexy Letter'. ************************** The Problem: Having been married for five short years, enjoying all of the attributes of marriage, including a fair amount of sex, Diane and Cal were almost the idyllic couple. Almost, except for one majo...
I learned a lesson the other day. I found out that doing your best to take care of your family is not always appreciated and in some instances it can actually destroy your marriage. Candace and I have been married for more than twenty-five years and during that time we lived what most would consider an upper middle class life. We had three children, acquire...
The doorbell rang. Julia looked up and wondered aloud to her husband, Caleb, "Who in the world could that be at nine on a Saturday morning? Sit still; I'll get it." Julia and Caleb had finished a late breakfast of quiche and fruit on a warm, Biloxi spring morning. They were now leisurely perusing the New Orleans Times-Picayune over cups of fragrant coffee....
As he stood watching the woman behind the desk he found it increasingly difficult not to fidget. He didn't know who the woman was but he knew she was some kind of big shot in the company, perhaps even the owner. Chris Pickles, his manager, had been all over her when she arrived, in fact he couldn't have fawned over her anymore if he'd changed his name to Bam...
LXXXIV Our Daily Bread Chris 2105 No one could ever call Chris a shirker. He worked hard to pay off his debts to the distant City corporation to whom he was indentured and he might well have expected some kind of recompense for his loyalty and exertion. But the instructions received from distant Nanjing showed no appreciation of Chris' efforts at all. T...
Brigit Part 04 - Christmas Debt Copyright Oggbashan November 2004/December 2017 Minor Edit April 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living per...