Jake Orlov grabbed his duffle bag and rifle case out of the cab of his F-250. He had some other gear in the truck, but he decided to get the rest later. He was exhausted from driving back from Kentucky, training the Blackwell county sheriff's department's SWAT team for the past week. Jake was disgusted at how these guys managed to graduate the police academ...
This story is inspired by a series of captions done by Wes Mantooth over on his blog. Wes has been gone for several years and I'm a huge fan of his work so my intent is to use several of his stories and characters as jumping off places to create a larger world. *** Cameron once again ran his hands down the front of his pants, trying surreptitiously to wipe...
My head was still spinning. I kind of heard what was going on, but not really. "Right, Patrick?" my girlfriend asked me. I had completely zoned out. After an hour long car ride to a large compound in the middle of nowhere, I had time to contemplate what was going on. Still, my girlfriend telling me she wanted to have me trained to become a slave was very pu...
How to win a fight if all you know is to be charming, sweet and graceful? The room was large and stately. It was a drawing room, really, with paneled walls and high, shuttered windows. The scent of polishing wax reminded Lucian of Bobs working hard to clean it. Maybe the place served as a conference room; or even a boardroom with its huge, shining table...
The following story is based on the Bevington Academy captions written by ;) The Bevington Academy Files: Danielle Grant: Chapter 2 Day 3 We all woke at 7 AM again. I rubbed my eyes and scanned the room. Yesterday all the guys were wearing the uniform I was now putting on myself. But Andrew was now wearing what the boys like Jenny was wearing. He looked a...
After being blown and locked, Miss Carly explained to me that the compound we were at had over a hundred rooms and approximately 50 current residents. She began walking me to a room where I was to keep myself preoccupied until they had prepared my sleeping arrangement. I walked butt naked behind Miss Carly down a high-ceilinged hallway. Her ass was absolutel...
Dear Shoeblossom: I've always known I was a bad boy. My Mother used to get so mad at me...she'd want me to spend time with my sisters, and help polish the silverware...she'd shake her head because I didn't want to play with paper dolls...I wanted to be like my macho father. Mother had strawberry blonde hair in a bouffant hairdo, and what they used to call...
We had been married about three years, when my wife and I decided that it just wasn't working. We agreed to a "Trial Separation" with the proviso that we could see others if we wished to, but somehow I didn't think that Gayle would do anything about it in a physical sense. I had always been a gentle lover, and she seemed like the quintessential "ice queen."...
(All characters participating in sexual activity are age 18 or over.) This chapter is a repost, it has been edited and has undergone very minor rewrites for style and flow. Nothing in the story has been changed. Halloween Special, 2018 Danielle walked up the steps to her friend Maddie's house, still wearing her Westbrook school uniform which now consisted...
Romulus Stephen sat in his bedroom in the small apartment overlooking The Park in Vanier, around the eastern bend of metropolitan Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The big and tall young Black man sat at the computer with his pants down, and furiously stroked his dick. On screen, a sexy Black woman was banging a slim White guy in the ass with her strap-on dildo....