Original story by Mara-Mischief. Support her and her work by going to https://maramischiefs.blogspot.com/?m=1 You were walking home home one day, when you hear something move past your feet. You look down and pick it up, it’s 3 die! “Weird”, you think to yourself. “Why would there just be die, lying in the middle of the street?” You shrug it off, and continu...
The girls had just arrived at the site of the bike race after a 4 hour drive and began unloading their bikes. Lisa, Karen, Sue and Carrie were representing their school at the Wheeler Championship Race which was the qualifiers for the national colligate mountain biking championships. They were the underdogs but still thought they had a chance. The girls had...
The legalisation of medicinal marijuana provided an unexpected opportunity for the Selentia Group, and after months of negotiation with government agencies were successful in their application to begin production supplying to the local medical centers and hospitals. As is generally the case at Selentia though, one thing leads to another and with the addition...
I have a group of friends that get together every Thursday night to play poker. We are also rabid race fans and every ten years for the past ten years we have gotten together on the last Sunday in May to watch the Indy 500. Every year about the time the race starts we make a vow that next year we will go see the race in person. Every year nothing comes of it...
“DAMN” Jen threw the duvet off her naked body and looked in panic at the alarm clock’s display. It was flashing, so there had been a power cut overnight. She checked her watch and swore again. Of all mornings, it had to be today when she was due to impress her new sponsor with her professionalism. She didn’t even have time to start the day as usual, with a...
I stalked into an LA garage where a couple of local gangs were having a street race. The music bumped in the cars and the alcohol flowed like water from a fountain. A few people stared at me. I assumed it was because I looked hot in my thigh high black suede boots, short black shorts, and black ruffled collar tank top. I adjusted the .9 mil that stuck out of...
FROM THE LIFE AND TIMES OF HORATIO BLACKMON Amelia and Abigail Knudsen were surprised--no, shocked--when they opened the door to their childhood home to see their mother's bleach-white thighs resting on the brawny walnut-brown shoulders of a naked Black man whose face was buried in the fading redness of her cunt. At first they thought their mother was being...
Chapter 5 Zaroi I enter the study, and give the Shazar the customary greeting I was taught. He smiles at me, and I think I've impressed him with my knowledge on their customs. I mentally thank Akita for helping me out, and hold in a frown as I remember her words. It is better that you do not associate with someone like me. It will tarnish your reputation....
It was early for a Saturday morning, probably around 7 am when I awoke from a dead sleep and was unable to go back asleep. Heather was sleeping soundly to my right with her back to me. I stroked her soft hair as she slept. My mind was racing. What had I done to my sweet wife? My plan to fake sensual massage training to make love to Heather more often had t...
Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous story in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. ***** I came to in a world of pain, face down on the carpet of my new bedroom. At least...