"We're being followed," Ras said as he looked in the side mirror and saw the headlights not much bigger than pinpoints staring back at him. Dana cranked her head back and looked out the rear window. "What? Who would be following us?" "Probably that cop that woke you up this morning," Ras answered. He pressed his right foot into the accelerator and urged th...
Cora lay still, focusing on letting every muscle of her body relax. She could feel the muscles in her pelvis were continuing with the post-orgasm fluttering sensation she occasionally felt. She could feel how wet she was- some was from the lube used with the anal probe but plenty was her own lubricant. She could hear soft sounds from Owen setting up- the sof...
This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission. Story was originally submitted to...
Dazar'alor was always a city of delights. And now more than ever it seemed. Ever since King Rastakhan and his daughter, the Princess, opened the ports of Zul'dazar to the rest of Azeroth, Grand Bazaar was bursting with life. Traders from all around the world came to sell whatever trinkets they had to offer, the port itself was turned into a war camp, there...
The promenade outside our sea front hotel stretched out for miles ahead of me. During the day it was super active -- people strolling, joggers, and bicyclists. However, at this early morning hour, it was deserted. With the seawall on my left I casually strolled along. Listening to the ocean waves lap on the beach some 20 feet below, I was alone. The overhead...
"Joe - take - it - off!" she said as her eyes slowly wandered down to my bulge. She had maneuvered me here, and she was going to enjoy it. I looked at her and she met my eyes and gave me a deliciously wicked smile. "Come on, everyone. Let's give Joe some encouragement," she cried out in a loud voice. The people in the room began to clap and whistle. Just t...
NOTE: While the stories in this series are not necessarily chronological, it may help the reader to at least look at Chapter 1 and 2 to learn a little more about Thomas Jackson Patrick "Bull". Going to be working on a series of stories based on a character that has formed in my head - call it my alter ego. You see, I am a jack of all trades and fairly gifte...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** The door to the tavern opened, bringing in a cold draft that made the lights in the common room flicker. A figure stood in the doorway. It was a naked girl. She looked to be no more than 20 winters old. The light from the fire turned her skin golden. There was no hair upon...
Euphoné, gasping, opened her eyes. There was light everywhere around them. The dungeon seemed far away, a distant memory. Was she... was she dead? Was this paradise? She tried to move. Her body burned with pain. Ah. The slide. This was not paradise. She felt beside her. Something soft, moist to the touch. Quickly she rolled over. Large eyes stared into h...
Present day: We arrived at the 'Sissy Salon' which was a covert sex club for downlow gay wealthy men and lesbians. As his agent and pimp I collected all his performance fees. I walked into the 'Sissy Salon' to make sure that everything was in place so my sissy husband could perform. Then I went to his dressing room to make sure everything I requested for me...