The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purpose...
She'd made it. Despite all the hardships and distractions, she had aced her final tests. Emma had the diploma in her hands, received in the ceremony that ended just moments ago. Her classmates were cheering, people were hugging, everyone relieved that these years of hard work had finally paid off. The future was open to them. Emma had been fielding job offe...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
"Everything shits until it dies." ― Charles Bukowski Cuadrillas was high as fuck, as he dove into the Colorado River that brisk July evening. He didn't relish the idea of battling Great Whites, but what other recourse did he have? ATF was closin' faster than a desperate real estate agent. He'd caught wind of their presence around Lake Mead, and had narrow...
Batgirl's Desert Experience The cool night air and silence of the Nevada night washed over Batgirl. Behind her the motorcycle left a plume of dust and grit in the air. Before she became Poison Ivy Pamela Isley had worked at an agricultural station in the desert and Batgirl thought it was the best place to start looking for the source of the strange pink gas...
I stretch and yawn as I wake up, feeling well-rested and quite satisfied. Nightwing isn't cuddling against me, but it doesn't really worry or concern me – she's probably just cleaning herself or something. I scratch at my bare back, resenting my choice not to redress myself before falling asleep after our...experience. The bark from the tree has scratched s...
This story doesn't fit very well in this category, but I don't know where else to put it. Suggestions are welcome. ***** Contents The Phone Call The Meeting The Visit Dancing The Negotiation ***** The Phone Call "Hello. This is Jim Grinsted, returning your call. I'm a business broker. That means I sell businesses on commission in the same...
"Welcome to our brand new functional art show [F.E.T.I.S.H: Fiona's Exhibition of Trends and Insights into Sexual Habits]! Have an exciting and stimulating evening!" Ben was surprised just how sleek the entrance hall looked. The polished marble floor, tall, white walls and tasteful paintings created a distinguished and rather classical atmosphere. Not the p...
In the dark, time is meaningless. The void is filled with the sound of my whimpers, my nipples burning with a pain I've never before known. But to add to my torture, my ass is clenching onto the massive dildo that has been shoved inside of me. Given the torture I've endured so far, I know only that I cannot let that dildo slide from my ass. God only know wha...
To Tara the Jell-O shooters didn't taste like they had any booze in them. And because she'd put faith in her host—and therefore hadn't brought any wine coolers along—she had no other way to get fucked up. This was a problem. She needed to get through this party. Sasha'd gotten the shivers, for one thing, which was happening to a lot of girls these days. She...