The music of Trey Songz played in the background. She played him for two simple reasons. Trey is a favorite artist of hers. 2.) It helped to mask her kings' screams from having his ass relentlessly pounded and tortured ever so sweetly. Here let us go back a little............ It had been a few days after he tortured her and for the days that followed she...
This is not a standalone story. You should read Chapter 1 & 2 first. It is also not a stroke story so if that's your bag, don't waste your time. My thanks go to Techscan and LadyCibelle for their kind assistance with the editing of this story and correcting the usual clangers that keep my critics so happily amused. But I'm sure you'll find something you don...
My phone rang, I reached an arm out from under the bed clothes and answered it, "Neil Barker is not here and if you want a Taxi you can sod off," I announced sleepily trying to imitate an answer-phone, expecting the call to be from Harry asking me to do a Taxi run for him. "Its Elsie, you replied to my email," a small female voice announced. "Elsie, what e...
Author's Note: This series was never intended to be a series and, even more than that, was never intended to have any character development or off-action chatter. So how this one came about is beyond me. It was inspired by a news report of an actual technological development: Electrodes that could be implanted under the skin at the base of the spine to foo...
A little wicked story. Sorry no sex and no editor. I hope you enjoy. The economic storm that enveloped J.W. Parker & Associates that bright spring morning came without warning clouds or distant thunder. Ellen Walker came into work as usual and found the storm well advanced. The men in dark suits had descended into every corner of the office; they were well...
CHAPTER 2 A bare bulb flashed to life, casting shadows across the walls of the damp basement. Mike unfurled a map from his backpack, courtesy of a reluctant Mindy. A week had passed since he and Kate had run out of hormone, and they were growing desperate. Dim lighting exaggerated the bags under both teenager's eyes and bleached their already pale faces. T...
Mark dumped the laundry on top of the washer and closed the community laundry room door while Kimberly fished in her shorts for the quarters. He watched as her soft sweat shorts bobbed around, displaying her tight thighs and ass beneath. He knew she was out of panties and he would have to do little to get an unobstructed view of her beauty. He himself was in...
***** 'Hentai' literally means pervert in Japanese. Today, most everyone knows that 'hentai' is anime pornography. For those of us who love cartoons and especially anime, the Japanese version of cartoons, these adult cartoons fulfill our mature fantasies while remaining based in the medium of our childhood. No Yosemite Sam blowing up innocent rabbits here. Y...
"Pregnant?" I asked. I must have said the word at least five times while Tjen crossed her legs beneath her, my seed still flecking her thighs and gleaming from her sex. Tjen nodded mutely. "But how?" I asked. "The means seems obvious," she said, her voice flat. I put my hands over my face. A foot trod on the ground before the cellar window, showing tha...
Every week or so I load up the laundry basket and head for the corner Wash-o-Matic. It's your typical Laundromat. A double row of washing machines lined up down the middle of the store with front-loading dryers along both walls. Neon lights hum and flicker overhead. A sign in the window announces "Wash, Dry and Fold" to passerby's. I lugged my basket into t...