"Valentine's Day, again," I grumbled into my beer from my corner barstool. "Somebody please shoot me and put me out of my misery." It's not that I hate the day...well, actually I do. In fact, I pretty much always have, at least since I was old enough to know how it made people act. The only saving grace this year was that I wasn't dating anyone. That made...
Author's note: Tina is a very sweet, giggly, athletic girl whom I had the privilege to chat to online a while ago. She is 19, 5'10 tall, with brown curly hair and brown eyes. She has c cup breasts and gets turned on by dirty talk and very rough sex. This series documents my various encounters with Tina and the sexy adventures we had when chatting. It's now...
"…I had to re-arrange their faces and give them all another name… B. Dylan "Desolation Row" Prologue: Regret My wife – she divorced me around 20 years ago. It's not something I tell many people about. Why make myself seem even shittier than I am? Plus, I really don't like going into the story for someone else's amusement. On the ot...
The Doctor - Or How My Wife Became a Black Cock Slut I was in the kitchen preparing some goodies for everyone to snack on. People do get hungry from fucking so much. I was naked except for the lacy, frilly apron that kept my little dick from getting splashed on. The apron was embroidered. My wife, Lorna, at the prompting of one of her black lovers, Doc, m...
Paige Turner pushed away from her desk and headed toward the mini-fridge in the corner of her office. Pulling out the tuna salad from the top shelf and selecting a LaCroix lemon-lime from the bottom, she glared at both hands and longed for the days when she could eat most anything she wanted and still lose a pound. Four children later, those days were gone;...
The tiny pharmacy on the outskirts of Rome, New York had never been overly prosperous in the almost 40 years that Arthur Oglethorpe had owned it, and with the coming of the giant chain stores that had begun to creep into the small city the future was none too bright. Since the aging pharmacist had no plans to work much longer, the dubious future didn't conc...
(Authors Note. This is a continuation of my Twisted series. Until this story, they were sort of autobiographical. This one is pure fantasy, at least as of yet....but who knows! ) * As I came out of the fog, out of the haze, the first thing I noticed was how hot it was. It felt like it was 110 degrees. I looked down at my naked body and saw I was covered i...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
Parker woke up to the sound of sizzling. Groggy and ever the grumpy morning person, she rolled out of bed and glared in the general direction of the noise. "Look everyone, she's finally awake." Grayson's sarcasm cut through her sleep haze and she rubbed her eyes, going to the railing and looking down. He was making pancakes on her stove and the smell of coff...
Everything hurts. My feet, my legs, my arms, my cheeks. Just everything. I am stiff as a board. How long have I been standing here? No idea, no idea of time. A few hours I think, it must be. I have to pee like mad. Is it still not time for a break? I can't even wiggle my legs to help me hold up my pee. Voices, I can't hear what they say. Too muffled. There a...