*All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18* Brad looked around the fair, taking in the sight of all the different booths. People were selling all the usual stuff he always saw at fairs: cotton candy, stuffed animals, hand-made jewelry, soaps, and candles. He wandered slowly, looking at each booth and the prices they had listed for their i...
"Dad? It's Abby." "Where are you? We've been worried and none of your friends knew where you were. You could have at least told me you were going to take my car." "Dad, I'm in Gadsden Alabama, near the Georgia border. I got a flat tire and couldn't get a replacement. The shops are closed now but they'll be open first thing in the morning." "You didn't go...
1 As I sat taped to the white wooden chair wearing only a t-shirt, rubber ball gag in my mouth, and my disappointed soft dick exposed, I hoped whoever was walking into the cabin had come in to rescue me. It wouldn't have surprised me if a small crowd had gathered outside to watch the nightly sex show. Word had probably spread about the lame, gullible, ankle...
Ow. That fucking hurt, man. Shit. I should really stop falling off the damn bed. I prop myself up against the side of my bed and rub my thigh where a bruise will soon be forming. *clatter* I tense. The fuck was that? More noise as whoever knocked whatever to the floor starts picking it up. I pick up two of my knives from my bedside table and creep to t...
I hope you know how ready I am to take our mutual love of my shit to the next level and that this past weekend has given you some idea as to just how ready. I had promised to write you a story for your birthday. Happy Birthday Baby! I'm hoping through this story to ensure we have a hot night of sex, not just tonight, in celebration of your day, but also to...
She told me to be there at 11:00. Not at night, 11:00 in the morning. Is 11:00 still morning. I was always iffy on that subject. You couldn't get breakfast at McDonalds at 11:00 so I figured it shouldn't be considered morning anymore. I guess it didn't matter. 11:00 it was and I knocked on the door. She told me to knock quietly. She would hear, she assured m...
Warning, the following story contains elements that some readers may find distasteful. This includes, humiliation, pain, and bodily waste.If you find the above offensive, please read no further. It's a typical Thursday afternoon. Classes are over for the day, and I've already grabbed a quick bite at the cafeteria. From there, I rode the bus across town to...
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: Clearly, lots of guys don't get the slutwife fetish. They are too insecure with themselves to allow their wife or girlfriend to realize her true self, and really enjoy life. So many guys think women are possessions, so when you have a hot one, other men can't and shouldn't touch her. If she's really, really a sexual creature -- and some women...
Cindy wound up high as a kite that evening, and just bubbling with enthusiasm over her interactions with Bobo. As you will recall, we left Cindy with Bobo's face deep between her ass cheeks, cleaning the residue from inside her little pucker. Bobo, naturally, was in dog heaven. I think his tongue may have grown an inch while he was in there. And Cindy! Grind...
Warning: This story contains scat. If you don't like that sort of thing then this chapter isn't for you. * * * * * * It wasn't long after he went to bed and shut off the lights when his door opened and his beautiful mother quietly walked in, closing the door carefully behind her. She crawled underneath the covers and snuggled up tight with her young son, t...