Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Miami, Florida Cold chills ran in the early morning, facing off the cold freeze that came over in the night time of winter. Once the sun had been up for a few hours, it would burn away the remains of what was...
Author's Note: If you have not read Melissa's Story, Parts 1,2 & 3, I suggest you do before reading part 4. * * * * * The week following my amazing weekend with Master Matt passed quite quickly. I studied more sites on the Internet that gave me details of the lives of 24/7 slaves and my mind was constantly thinking about my upcoming decision. If my answer...
She would not meet my eyes. I brought her back into the shelter of the cave until the worst of the rain had passed. I felt her eyes upon me as I searched Bandar's satchel for dry clothes. Each time I turned in her direction she shifted her gaze—afraid of me. I too had cold fear chilling in my veins, not at what I had done but at what I had discovered in Ban...
This is what I believed to be a true story of e-mails that passed back and forth between a black man who was a friend with a white guy that wanted to see his white wife get fucked by another man. As it turned out his wife and he talked about it one night and she told him she had always had this fantasy of fucking a black guy. So if they were going to try the...
Ted Canfield, winning high school basketball coach, watched as Christine, his wife of 20 years and teacher at the same high school, was lifted onto her "throne". It was set upon a stage overlooking a fraternity's Halloween party. She was impaled on a dildo mounted on the seat of a toilet, wearing only a regal red robe, a queens crown and black high heels. At...
Dear reader; this is the last part of a four part group sex tale. If you've read this far you know that I am willing to let the narrative slip into the realm of bat-shit crazy from time to time. That said, let me reiterate that this is a work of fiction and is meant to be entertaining rather than enlightening or socially responsible. All characters are at l...
Prologue Date: October 22, 2004 - Friday Time: 8: 45 pm AST Location: Stevens International Airport – Anchorage Alaska Xander Zver arrived on flight 408 from Moscow Russia and walked into the airport through the service tunnel. When he came out of the walkway past the security guard station, he expected to see his parents, or maybe his Aunt Abigail waiti...
This was a request sent to me by a fan. She provided me with a fantasy, and I just tried to make it a reality. I wrote this in a pretty short time frame, but I think it turned out pretty good. Thanks for reading! * I'm a terrible person! That is what I can't help but think right now! I always tried to make the right decisions and lead a wholesome path, bu...
I looked out from our patio above the trees at the end of the garden and saw that the clouds were gathering fairly quickly. Thick purple towers were rapidly developing in the north and I predicted that a real good rain would be hitting the house soon. It would come as a relief since the morning had been uncomfortably hot and a good storm would always bring a...
ACT FOUR: ACT FOUR: IN WHICH ENOCH'S HAMMER IS FINALLY BROKEN Sunday Charles Lofgrin sipped his black, unsweetened coffee and leaned casually on the corner of David Kearn's desk. Looking around the expansive third floor office area, purposefully ignoring the herd of people spilling out of the conference room at the far end, he enacted the posture of the un...