To address a concern regarding tales of the naughty, and what might be misconstrued from them. Firstly, as I have written a few of these, I certainly know what was or was not real and just how much imagination and giggling were involved before I typed them up. From my own reading, which I daresay I was doing a lot of before getting a bit busy, I can only s...
Matt's heart pounds as he throws open the front door. The look of terror on Kat's face had him sprinting from the window before he could think. The blood on her face, causing a tight knot deep in his gut. Seeing her lying naked on the bed with her hands tied tightly behind her back, her feet drawn up behind her painfully added to his urgency. She had the...
(C) - GratefulFred I still remember the day when my papa was giving me a lift to school with my buddy Jimmy. “Jimmy, did you know that most words in English have a root in Pornish? Give me a word. Any word will do,” said papa who once again embarrassed me as usual. “How about “Frosty the Snowman” Mr. Cockinpussypuss” Jimmy asked. “Yes…Frosty is like Frig...
So, you want to be a writer? Maybe not, but keep reading, you might be entertained. The first rule that many people tell you in creative writing is "Write what you know." I'm going to tell you that this is the last thing you should do. No one wants to read about your family drama. Do you think that Vince Flynn is actually a terrorist hunter? Or that Bob...
There is something about a wild, west coast beach that can inspire. Inspire one to do things, things that may be a bit daring, a bit risky, a bit wild themselves. And while this spring feels like it has been long, dreary, and cold, occasionally a day has come along that blazes out of the monotony of grey with fingers of bright warm sunshine that soothe the s...
TERRY AND GEORGE. Bondage pt#5 Camping and Bondage Stories, end of this series. We met Terry and George at the spillway once that week. Nothing except visiting and topless sunbathing, maybe some tit squeezing. Went to their RV at another campground that evening as George watched me fuck his wife for a very long time. The faster I went and the deeper I pl...
Dear N, Do you remember me? I remember you. I am writing to see how you were. I know that you recently got out of rehab and have asked about me. T has informed me that you also disappeared for two months to go to L.A. I hope the trip was well for you. It was worry for me Remember I let you rewrite de Sade on my back, with each bite of the switches you made...
Traveller, You aren't here today and its left me thinking about when you are here. When you will get home and what that means. Its hard to know if you feel the same way as I do and all I want is too make you see me. There's things I want to be for you. I sit here thinking of all the ways I can be shiny, clean and new again - as if through sheer will power...
Author's Note: I didn't like the way this was written so I decided to rewrite it. Yawning slowly, I lay in bed a few moments longer. Have you ever felt like something was just wrong? It was like there was something missing or something was there that shouldn't be. Maybe it felt like...something was just off about the world. You couldn't put your finger on wh...
When you're a starting quarterback at a major college like University of Southern California all you care about is winning a national championship, getting a nice NFL contract, and the most important thing fucking as many women as possible. But I should have worried about one thing my Western History class. For some dumb ass reason I decide to minor in Histo...