At closing time, you take what you can get or you go home alone. Tonight, he was lucky. The drunken girl who said yes when he asked, 'wanna go home and screw,' was kind of cute. Not the prettiest thing he'd seen all night. Maybe a little chunky, maybe a little plain, but she had a nice enough face and body and she was willing to fuck a stranger. They waste...
[[I pulled this section out of the first Oligarchs story and altered it around that decision. In this deleted scene, Edith does get to see her mother before she goes to Hawai'i and thus knows exactly why Drew looks sick. One does not need to have read the first story to understand this one however.]] Edith got to her mother's room and found a silver plated...
Everyone's over 18 in this story and you shouldn't ever behave like the people in this work of fiction. This chapter also covers new kinks as a result of reader feedback, so let me know what you like (or don't) and I'll see what I can do! The next chapter is already half-written so should arrive soon (ish!) ***** Had anyone else been there, they'd have...
Hi, let me tell you a bit about myself. I stand 5'2" tall, I weigh 100 lbs, I have 34DD tits, 22 inch waist, 28 in hips, I have waist length jet black hair, black eyes, full pouty lips, and an ass that is fit for fucking. I lost my virginity to my Math Teacher when I was 16 and since then I have put all my time into studying sex. Giving pleasure, taking plea...
i hear the key turn in the lock; You are finally home. i have been seated in front of the door all day awaiting Your return. Upon entering O/our small apartment, You look down on me with a look of sheer disgust. i writhe softly in anticipation, my small hands trembling. Your job requires business attire, and i cannot help but admire Your hands as You loosen...
'You know what day it is today?' master asked her. 'Yes,' she replied. 'What day is it?' 'It's toilet inspection day.' 'And what does that mean?' 'It means you will inspect me.' 'And why will I inspect you? 'I'm the toilet.' 'The toilet?' 'Your toilet, master.' 'Yes. Go to the bathroom.' She went. He had only just woken up and the urge to piss wa...
This summer night is hot. And I'm alone. Solitude is a bad mood. But so it is. Back home I kick off my shoes and wonder if to go for a shower or a drink. Drink is high priority. Beer or spirits? Both. I go for beer and shots. It's a hot and sticky night after a hot and sticky day. I'm soaking in sweat. The drinks stimulate more perspiration. Who cares. I'd...
Warning: This story contains very intense and excessive degradation activities, events and plots, that are capable of offending your sensibilities. If you are not into extreme humiliation and degradation of male submissives, you will find this story very offensive. Please don't read this story. Move on to the next nice story that would make your day. Thanks....
We were five satiated, sleek bitches filing into the bathroom, drunk on orgasms and a little weak at the knees. And it was all my doing. See, there's nothing I like as much as arranging little dyke orgies for a gaggle of foxy babes like myself, good-lookers who know how to turn on a slut and make her pussy steam and her clit swell! Here we all were in the b...
Mouche is a character who appears frequently in my BDSM stories. Readers there seem to be fond of her, and some have asked me about her background. I've been reluctant to write about that, though, for several reasons: first, her story is rather somber compared to what I usually write; second, most BDSM readers aren't terribly fond of her kink (coprophagia);...