It was about six in the evening. An hour had passed since I came home from Walmart where I had been working for the past four years. The eight hour shift at cashier passed quickly. A large number of buyers came bye my register. My shower had been adjusted to the lukewarm temperature that I like and lasted some five or six minutes. Standing in front of the b...
I went back to my hotel to get changed. As I walked by reception I saw Feng talking to the girl behind the counter. He gave her a card, which she swiped into a computer and handed him the card and a key. The sly bastard was taking lessons. He went in the direction of the humproom without turning around. He hadn't seen me. Just to make sure I was right, I hu...
In 1958 Bess Armstrong was 18 years old. She lived in a small town in the mid-west. It was one of those towns that had one of everything, one police station, one main street, one library, one public school, the type of place where nothing really happens and life seems stalled in a mundane limbo. Bess really hated it there, she felt like she just didn't fit i...
The beautiful woman uncrossed her legs and got up from the regal chair she was sitting in. With one hand, she continued to lovingly stroke the broad side of a sharp jeweled dagger that she held as she spoke to the scared young girl in front of her. “Leeza,” she sighed as she shook her head gracefully, “we both now that you are bound to answer me. So, will S...
I grew up on a farm with my parents, the youngest of seven brothers and sisters. As the youngest I was the one expected to stay home and care for my parents in their old age, whilst my oldest brother would take over the farm. Therefore, I knew that I would live on this farm for the rest of my life as a spinster. That was before Father Persson arrived, a new...
This is a drama that as it is played out, the ripples start affecting so many, so as the story unfolds more people become involved, and not unlike real life, each action is like a ripple in the pond, causing other reactions. Two people are trying to escape a sadistic human sex trafficker, and there are some scenes of violence and of a sexual nature. I hope...
When Madeline left, she took everything but his art supplies and easels. "Let your art keep you warm, cook for you and fuck you. That's all you love and care about, Topanga," she said, bitterly as she slammed the door upon leaving. The house was stripped down to its bare necessities. He would be lucky to find a spoon. She left him the worn out queen size mat...
This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggesti...
So there I was, my stockinged legs resting on his shoulders as he pumped me relentlessly with his thick hard cock. My panties were long gone, allowing my boy clit to slap rhythmically against my stomach. The suspender straps were still just about attached to my garter belt and my bra clung to my D size breast forms. And I was in complete heaven. — I suppos...
Adam Wolfe looked back at the mountain range, a two-day hike from where he stood now. Still no sign of modern man. Maybe 100,000 years was too far back in time. The Foundation only been given one shot at it. The Earth was not likely to pass that close to a wormhole again for several millennia. No, actually make that more than a hundred millennia in the futu...