Linda and Lori turned their attention to Pam when she walked in with Joe. They complimented her on how sexy she looked. Pam enjoyed the attention. "Joey did a nice job preparing me for my date," she said as she presented herself. Next the girls attention went to Joe and they laughed at the sight of him covered in black marker and dressed as a slut in red pan...
Please be warned that this story is quite dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, this story contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do not condone the actions shown in this story, fetishes aside. If these don't bother you, then I hope...
I first became fascinated with crypto-zoology when I took several graduate courses at a major university in Ohio. Bigfoot, or Sasquatch, the common Native American terminology, was my peculiar fetish. The erotic dreams woke me every night. I fantasized I was seduced by a Sasquatch. Were the tabloid headlines like "Beautiful Women Help to Lure Bigfoot" and...
I had every intention of making this a short, two-part series. However, due to numerous requests, I have decided to continue it for the time being. *********** "You're fucking my mother, aren't you?" Brittany was storming across my yard in a bee-line directly toward me. "Excuse me?" I replied, angry not only at the intrusion into my yard, but the volume...
Basement Fun "C'mon, Charlie," Karen begged. "My mom's a great cook and I really think it's time for you to meet my mom and dad." "Geez, Karen, you're dad, too," he chortled. Karen lived with both her parents and an older sister. Charlie had been to her home a couple of times in the past, but never as an invited guest to dinner. He was feeling a little ov...
I punched in for my shift feeling a little seedy and worse for wear. For one thing, I could have used a shower. I washed up a bit in Eleanor Kaminski's bathroom, but it wasn't enough to completely purge the funk of our exertions on her floor. I kept catching stray whiffs of Mrs. Kaminski's talcum-powder-suntan-lotion-herbal-shampoo-spray-deodorant-cigarette-...
"Saxon slaves! Yellow-haired Saxon slaves!" Donaire turned at the slaver's shout on the back of his horse, with the sound of well-worn leather creaking. The heavy iron helmet he wore shortened his view to the side. Yet, he did glimpse the thin silhouettes of ragged blond-haired slaves atop a thick wooden block. Four . . . nay, five and the last two were wom...
"C'mon baby, c'mon, uh yeah you can make it, please,' she sighed in frustration; a mist of sweat making her skin glow, "please baby, you can do it." She was almost there and then her baby gave up coughed, sputtered and died. "No! No! NO!" She beat the steering wheel; with her good hand, trying to calm her ragged breath but not able to keep the tears of f...
This started as just a side story in between brainstorming sessions for another project that turned into something more the more I thought about it. Just a fun exercise with familiar character... anyway I hope you like it. In this story I have taken the CR/CF characters and storyline and asked myself, 'What if Katy had never met Mel?' This version picks up...
She wished Phillip paid a little more attention. After all, they had been married long enough for him to remember a simple thing like her birthday. None of her staff had remembered either, although if she were honest that was mostly by design. She had carefully cultured a professional distance in her role as manageress. Friendly, with an open door but very p...