**This is a messy story. It will contain scat, watersports, messy, smelly, unwashed and other dirty kink material within. Do not keep reading if that doesn't appeal to you. Or do, and not like it. I'm not your boss.** * Evelyn was a bit nervous as she waited outside the cafe. She was dressed up all nice on the outside, but she was a bit sweaty and smelly....
What had started out as a fun hiking trip had quickly turned into a disaster. When we set out for Gallow Mountain, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, we'd planned a whole weekend around the trip. We packed up the car and set out on our road trip, excited to hike, climb, explore, and relax. Blake stopped and doubled over, his hands on his knees. He groaned audib...
Jacob and Andrew stood near the streetlight waiting for a cab to appear on the cobblestone street. As the rain came and went they'd lean back against the tan plaster wall of the pub, ducking under the slight overhang of the second floor. When the rain did fall it wasn't heavy, but the young men were dressed in their best clothes and didn't want them wet, the...
One of the many things that Fatima Sayyid liked, no, loved about her lover Raul James was his immunity to intimidation. A lot of young men from any racial or religious background would be intimidated by a sultry 57-year-old Muslim woman who was exploring her sexuality, but not Raul. The twenty-something Haitian stud walked around the City of Ottawa, Ontario,...
Sylvia had only ever told one person of her disgusting play and that was Victoria, her 20-year-old friend who was well-known for her large butt. Victoria was interested in the kind of play, but had never indulged in the same pleasures as Sylvia did, she normally stayed with BDSM and didn't get much more into things than that. But one day, that all changed......
Tara raked manicured fingers through her long chestnut hair as she sat waiting inside the tiny bus depot. Tugging on the handle of the lone bag at her feet Tara glanced at the clock on the wall. “Where is that bus?” she wondered to herself. Tara looked out the window, wishing for her bus to appear, and noted how beautiful the November sky looked. The weather...
Look, um, I have a confession to make. It's sort of, well, a tad bit on the embarrassing side. Here goes nothing. My name is Steve Salomon and I'm a big and tall Haitian brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business management at Carleton University, and I'm madly in love with this tall, sinfully sexy Somali-Canadian Muslim vixen named Yasm...
My name is Damika Jenna Brown but everybody calls me Sweets. I stand six feet five inches tall and weigh three hundred and seventy five pounds. In this life, I love two things, rough sex and contact sports. In that order. Back in the day, I was quite the athlete. I played football for Brockton Community High School and Bridgewater State College. And I slep...
Chapter 1: Mandatory 'choose your path' chapter The alarm in your phone goes off and you groggily wake up with a long yawn. You actually had a good night's rest, so technically you're all in good health to face the day, though that doesn't mean you're terribly excited about it if it's some boring stuff, like one more school day. Then again, whether it's scho...
Every time I have sex with Kate, my sister-in-law, I swear that it is the last time. It's not that I don't love having sex with my wife's sister. It's just that I'm done with cheating on my wife and especially with cheating on her with her sister. It's wrong. It's over. I'm finished. No more, I can't do this. Enough is enough. I'm despicable and I hate mysel...