I awakened before dawn after a deep sleep, feeling refreshed for the first time in weeks. A quality sleep if not a large quantity rest. The sheets were damp, and I threw them into the laundry pile immediately. It was earlier than my usual wake up time, so went over to my window to sit and listen to the sounds of predawn. A rare passing car, a hint of breeze,...
Marcus let out a groan as Greta enveloped his shaft completely in her pussy. She impaled herself in one smooth movement, rocking back and forth a bit to get him in the most pleasurable position for herself, then began to ride him with enthusiasm. None of his friends understood this relationship, why would a handsome man of only twenty-seven summers spend all...
Please Click Here to Read The Chain Story Introduction & Outline Provided by Judo * * * * * He slid a palm over a smooth stone shaped like a woman’s rear. His fingers slipped into the crack and tested the drying mortar. He tensed, shoving into the rock, but felt no give to it. Stepping away, he judged the angle of the wall to be true. He couldn’t keep hims...
In the 21st century the old world declined and crumbled to dust. During this downfall the Free Cities developed: Places living after the principles of neo-capitalism were money is all and everyone and everything can be owned. The Free Cities are built as clusters of arcologies, each of the arcologies governing itself, depending on the distribution of the sha...
"He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil." -Thomas Fuller *** "It's a heart." Kennan turned the Valentine card over in his hand. "It doesn't look anything like a heart," he said. "No one would want to buy it if it looked like a real heart," said Brigid, stretching out on the seat; her long legs t...
A Brazilian Latina Domme in MCPland!?! Down the dusty road came the Fiat Minibus: in the Neapolitan small town it was a famous institution. Driven and owned by Senorita Mimi a dusky Lesbian beauty, petite in all her shapely proportions, she was reputed to be an heiress who didn't need to work as her reputed deceased Pater had been a Godfather of the Mafiosi...
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Chapter 9 The boarding area for flight 2233 Non-Stop from New York to Rome was not crowded. A few people milled about, getting their last good stretch for nine hours. It was late, or early depending upon how you marked the passage of time. The gate attendant was happy, this was her last flight of the day and she was looking forward to putting a long shift...
Author's Note: My warmest thanks to Ronnie Wachuka for his help and lending a male perspective to this entire story. My thanks also to my friend Gloria. In this chapter, there are things that are not viewed as priestly demeanor. I do not apologize for these, but rather say that friends of mine that are Priests have told me that chastity, poverty and obedie...
"Remind me why I brought you along on this trip, Bernadette." I regard the slut seated opposite me. Your immaculate hair and sparkling earrings. The nervous way your fingertip encircles the rim of your champagne flute. The darting way you have been avoiding eye contact all evening. The tension across the table is palpable. You pause, not looking up, and eve...