This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...
It was Friday afternoon, and I was ready for the weekend. I really looked forward to my Friday evenings with my wife, Linda. She likes to fix us a nice romantic meal, drink some wine, get the kids to bed early, then we fuck like rabbits. It had been a busy, but productive week for me. My name is Dan Nelson. I am 32 year old stock broker, and financial advi...
You are cordially invited to a New Year's Eve Celebration to be held at Lady Belle's and Bill's place. Start time: 7:00 PM Ending time: Whenever Comments: This is a costume lifestyle party. You and your sub must stay covered until after you have entered the premises. If you prefer you may change into your costume on premises but all outfits must denote yo...
My name is Roger Jones. I'm a big and tall Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a city cop. By night, I'm the Ass Master. I like to fuck a fat ass. And I don't apologize for it. I like to bend over bitches and fuck them in the ass. All colors. All shapes. I don't really discriminate. Booty is booty. I got some time to kill. My...
"All right, girls, party's over," he said. "Don't you know this is a public park?" His voice was deep and manly, with a strong Noo Yawk accent. He got down off his horse and came toward us, taking his summons book from his back pocket. Shit. We're going to get written up. The horse stood still, breathing hard in the hot weather. The blonde woman gets up. "...
West Oakland, CA 1966 It was an early October night in Oakland, California. The kind of evening that was cool and crisp, wind blowing through trees with a gentle rustle. Orange streetlamps cast a glow against the city asphalt, illuminating a game of neighborhood craps. Crouched around the rolling dice was a gathering of boys and men, hooting and hollerin...
The rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir Francis pressed the worthy fellow's hand, and his master said, "Well done!" which, from him, was high commendation; to which Passepartout replied that all the credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg. As for him, he had only been struck with a "queer" idea...
By Robin O. Mr. Wallace and Me Part 11: Dad couldn't get off from work on Friday, but Mom and I went to Mr. Drummond's office in the morning. Mom wore a purple sleeveless, pleated, A-line polyester dress with a very modest scoop neck under her overcoat. I couldn't help but imagine what the dress would look like on me, but I was back wearing my blue men's...
As I crouched, naked, behind the antique desk in that small shop, the fear of being arrested by the policeman just several feet away pressed on me. I held my breath as I heard him talking to John, the owner, and pushed my hand against myself to keep from peeing, right there. I trembled. "I'm telling you, Peter," I heard John say, "Gina really loved this whe...
Chapter 1: Ungentlemanly Conduct... The office was probably quite typical of many offices. Not quite open plan - it had six desks in the middle of the room in a sort of hexagonal shape, all separated by screens, so that we all felt we were working in booths. The solid screens were quite high - perhaps six feet high - high enough to hide each of us from each...