I take no credit for this piece. I did some light editing but this was written by the Incubus who made me what I am. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Let us know if you want part 2. ***** Isis looked for unoccupied shade to no avail. It was only a matter of time before the sun would turn the burn on her shoulders and breasts into peeling blisters....
Another, more pleasant response came when I got a call from a young guy who wanted me to join in with him and his girlfriend...he said she wanted to have a threesome and he wanted to watch her getting shafted by another guy... I met them on a Saturday afternoon at a place they were house sitting, Mandy and Darren being both very young, Mandy reckoned she w...
If any fiction is as good as my private life has been then I wish it upon all...For sometimes I wake in the morning thinking that I live a dream.... My name is Janet, I'm 35 a mother and wife of 15 years, sometimes I think I should write a book about my life. Where would I begin? It would be a exhausting and highly emotional journey to start from the beginn...
I stood under the shower's restorative deluge and quickly lathered myself clean of the various bodily fluids that the latest bout of sisterly defilement had seen me covered in... Not that I minded much, but a certain Dominant standard had to be maintained and it was best if only my slut slave remained in such an excitingly sticky and thoroughly fucked state....
In these days of Viagra, and for those of you who lived through the changes in the sixties that brought with it the notion of free love, the research done by the professors of The Institute of Human Social Behaviour at Spalding in the late 1930s must look pretty tame. We did not discover a wonder drug that cured impotency, or proposed theories that encourage...
Chapter 01: Growing Copyright Oggbashan November 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story was inspired by Piers Anthony's...
I have always yearned for a man to take what he wanted from me. Even the thought of it makes my juices flow. I am sexually charged even by denial of sexual pleasure if it is done in the context of sexual domination. Even some pain and humiliation, if done for the sexual pleasure of the alpha male is too arousing for me to deny. Looking for a man to offer my...
Terminal 7 was all wrong. Permanent signs imbedded in concrete indicated the lower path led to "arrivals", but there were large orange cones barring her entry. She doubled back, but still couldn't find any way in. "Alex is going to suffer something fierce," she mumbled to herself, as she violently pulled into the parking area for the terminal. Accelerating...
Do you have any family heirlooms on the mantelpiece? They are old reminders of relatives past, but they are also relics of past lives — very human lives. Elizabeth finds that her jewel box, handed down to her from many generations ago, contains a memento that changes her life — and others. Thanks to RexBrookdale for help with the editing. * I dropped it....
After our trial, and the girls-only celebration that lasted through the night, Wendy and I were given 3 days of rest and recovery restricted to the Rogonfeldt grounds. I did some writing. She and I were able to go on long walks. The other girls left us to rest up; the masters ignored us. They were busy with the other girls and, especially, with integrating R...