For those of you who have asked for it. The last chapter of Jungle Fever. Reading the whole story might help you better understand this Chapter. And, as always, it is a work of fiction; that includes references to law enforcement, the courts, and the penal system. But, as always, if you feel obligated to comment about how wrong it is, please feel free Cle...
What's a Strip Club look Like? Living a sheltered life, yet born and raised near Peoria, Illinois, known then as the sex and prostitution capitol of the Midwest, I learned early in life about these Meat Markets and those Houses of Ill Repute. It wasn't till my 21st. year, Dollie's 19th, that we actually got to visit Strip Joints. Maybe my life wasn't as...
"This is so dirty," my wife whispered to me as the large breasted blonde ground herself into my lap, "aren't I the best wife ever?" I was unable to answer lost in the moment. It was dirty and so out of character for my wife. The evening had started with a nice dinner out, followed by a few drinks at one of our favorite neighborhood watering holes. After a f...
After work, I decided to head up Twenty-Third Street for a bite to eat and perhaps some entertainment. There were a number of nice places all very conveniently located between where I worked and the hotel. I decided I'd save a bit of money on the meal and then spend that money on the entertainment. Since I was traveling on business, none of it came out of my...
Alle Geschichten spielen zeitlich während den Ereignissen des 3 Teils Wild Hunt. Dies ist meine erste Geschichte, dass ganze kann sich ein bisschen unbeholfen entwickeln! Rechtschreibfehler sind Spezialeffekte und gehören zur Handlung! (:D)What's next? Simone Bauersfrau What's next? Simone Bauersfrau...
Oh hell. John stared at the beautiful woman in front of him. “Well, will you?” Her voice was laced with impatience. “Let me get this straight. You want me to screw your husband?” He was not believing this. “No, no! I want you to have sex with another lady.” His head was starting to hurt. “Why?” “Because we’re conducting an experiment.” “Well why did y...
Author's note: Strong language, certain feats may not be "realistic". Enjoy! Nessa woke up in a cold sweat. The room was dark. A bucket was in front of her, as are a few old pieces of bread. A dark bag lay indistinctly across the room, as well as a few chains seemingly hanging from the ceiling. There was a cold breeze wafting over her bare feet, and su...
In the mid-point of the Obama administration, I was in my early thirties, that wonderful age when a single guy playing the field still has a wide range of age choices among women. Twenty-somethings, thirty-somethings and even sexy forty-somethings are fair game. Never been married, I was still looking for that "perfect" woman—or at least as close to perfect...
I didn't merely enjoy screwing Missy. I reveled in it, especially since she made no attempt to escape the handcuffs. On the contrary, she seemed to delight in my dominant streak and accept her bonds as a matter of course. She also showed no interest in grabbing her pay. In fact, her main concern was more about getting me to fuck her in as many different wa...
Monica found it hard to adapt to being a whore for the American soldiers. It had been humiliating to prostitute herself to the army officers. But there had only been six a day. Being screwed that often had not been easy for an inexperienced woman such as herself but she'd learned to cope. The officers had included some pigs who got off by treating her like s...