In the first part of this saga, I outlined an addiction to cum. Part two continues that blessed addiction... Beth and I had indulged my cum addiction for awhile now, an addiction that included not only me eating my own sperm from her freshly fucked cunt or snowballing my load with her after she'd sucked me dry in her unbelievably hot mouth, but drinking it...
Peter was heading back to his ship after a few weeks of leave at his parent's house. He was three days ahead of schedule; his parents had gone on holiday and turned the house over to a renovation team. Most of the journey was by train but he was walking from the train station to a bus stop for the last leg of the journey when a late model Mercedes pulled u...
At 8, Goddess showed up with 4 men. All black, all huge. She did not waste time. Speaking to my wife. "Pet go to your room and undress, your pathetic husband will be there shortly and you will be tied spread eagled and naked to your bed. Say you understand." "I understand Goddess." She replied meekly. Speaking to me. "Strip to your panties. You will kiss...
At 8, Goddess showed up with 4 men. All black, all huge. She did not waste time. Speaking to my wife. "Pet go to your room and undress, your pathetic husband will be there shortly and you will be tied spread eagled and naked to your bed. Say you understand." "I understand Goddess." She replied meekly. Speaking to me. "Strip to your panties. You will kiss...
This is my very first submitted story as myself, I've been here for a while and seen some great authors and I want to try my hand at being exposed. While I love good criticism, bad criticism is what helps people grow with their works, now there is a difference between bad and jus fucking with me, please leave healthy criticism. Thank you. Even though it is n...
I didn't like the damn job anyway. Or so I told myself. Fact is, I'd have traded a hundred thousand dollar a year career job for what happened that evening. It's one of your nicer clothing stores, on the avenue, haute-couture type designer rags - very posh and ridiculously expensive. I'd been there only a few months but I enjoyed working with the public. S...
I have lived in the village all my life, as have my parents. It is a nice place to live but sometimes it felt suffocating, everybody knows everybody’s business and rarely new people came here. This is why I can remember the exact date when I first saw her 28th August 99. I was walking to the local shop when I saw a removal van outside Old Mrs Thomas’s cotta...
Preface to Part Twenty-one = = = = = = = = = = Long,, long, long, long, LONG time. I've had an amazing case of writers block. But let's get down to cases. Back in part one I said there would be a medical procedure which would advance the story but is not something you can really have done. It will appear in this part. Two, actually, but one of them is ver...
Thank you loyal followers and welcome new readers. If you like what you read please VOTE and COMMENT. I love to know the stories are appreciated. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was always an early start for Harvey and Jocelyn. The moment it began to get light out...
Walter Wimple, was a loser. He was born unlucky, and it only got worse as the years went by or so it seemed to him. He was small, thin hair, no muscles and no backbone. People walked all over Walter all the time. He especially had a terrible time each Valentine’s Day. It seemed like something terrible always happened. When he was four his dog died on Valent...