Chapter 33 -- The Trip Begins I let my eyes close and snoozed a little for a while, until Gloria called out, "Josh, wake up. Sue's making some hand signals." I opened my eyes and tipped up my hat to see what Sue was doing. She was making the hand signal to shift into single file. The road had petered out and we were now approaching a trail. I pulled Barb t...
The Man Who Fucked His Way across Chelsea and Back Again - Part 2 INTERVIEW I was invited to see the head designer, Liza Blow at Vagina Shoes after a successful phone call. I forwarded some of my friend's best sketches by email and she phoned me back a few weeks later. Jefferson, who let me borrow one of his portfolios, was a Cordwainer's graduate and spec...
Author's Notes: Full disclaimer, Teacher's Crossroad, contains scenes of sex. It also includes scenes that may disturb sensitive readers. That sounds darker than I intended, but I suppose that's what disclaimers do. All that said, it's a Burnt Redstone story, so truthfully, how dark do you think it's gonna get? Originally intended to be three separate s...
My parents are strict church-goers, and they named me Agnes, after one of the virginal saints. To say that I was given a severe sense of chastity would almost be an understatement. My clothes have always been conservative, and my attitudes have always been prudish. Even so, I have to admit that I once looked up the story of Saint Agnes and found its more lur...
"Boom" chapter archive (through Boom 20) translated by Hiroko: I can tell you about a different man I saw, also before Mitchell, of course. His name was Nat. I decided to write about us in the third person, not using "I" but "she" for myself. Maybe that makes the story clearer. And it's past, after all. Poof part 1 This is the story, a short one, of...
It had already been two days since their returning from Digha. On their arrival at Kolkata, Pawan Kumar was feeling exhausted and tired because of continuous fucking with two girls. He called the girls, and said, "Hey girls, listen to me. I am exhausted by fucking both of you at Digha. Now, I want to take rest for few days so that I could rejuvenate myself....
They call them Istanza. The word is derived from a long-forgotten language, a language whose origins are lost in the depths of time. None are left who speak the language in its entirety, but there are a select few who understand the handful of words that are still used. * * * 1: Finding Silra Leeann watched the ceremony with a keen awareness of her own gr...
Author's Note: This is a story I wrote almost ten years ago and had completely forgotten about, recently discovering it while cleaning up my hard drive. It was going to be a multiple chapter series; however, thought it would make a perfect submission for the Halloween event so submitting in its entirety. I hope you enjoy and vote favorably! * "Mr. Wilcox?"...
She was a feisty little thing, flaming red hair, large breasts spilling out of her transparent gown. "You like it? It came all the way from Paris France." I grinned. I'd been on the trail for two months with only my brother for a companion, and I was in need of a little female comfort. "I like it just fine, but I like what's in it even better." I pinched a...
It had been my intention to give the ring to her on her birthday. As I sat in my car across from the suburban house, I could sense them inside – the kinky ones, with their minds on giving or receiving pain for pleasure. I had been among them before, dishing out punishment to my lover/best friend Sara, showing our little intimacies and discoveries to an appr...