The room is a small, run-down bedchamber, the kind rented for a few coins to merchants or tired travelers looking to sleep off the rigors of the road. It contains little more than a bed with a threadbare mattress and blanket and a small shelf with a water pitcher and an unlit oil lamp. Its floor is bare wood, stained by water and worn by the feet of its many...
My wrists were securely bound to my ankles, left to left and right to right. I mewled behind a rubber ball gag that was tightly strapped in place round my head as the Master gripped the underpart of my thighs and lifted my petite body into position over the large head of his thick cock, placing the tight little entrance to my bottom against the tip of his pl...
Sweat dripped down his body as his pelvis thrust down against her smooth milky thighs, a low growl of pleasure escaped his lips as he bit into her already bleeding shoulder. Every time he had ever penetrated his female it had always been like this; like time itself had slowed down so every single incredible movement was a lifetime. Her elongated claws raked...
He was young, Rochelle thought. Younger than anyone she would go with. Tall with lean muscles, reddish blonde hair cut short and spiky. He drove a black Ford Mustang with a broad yellow racing stripe down the sides and from the rearview widow hung a graduation tassel bearing the year 2002. In her mind he was old enough to play, but too young to play with. Bu...
She arrived at his door five minutes early and contemplated when to ring the bell. She was unaccustomed with being on time for anything, let alone being early. Her heart beat heavy with excitement and the skin on her forearms dully ached. Finally one of her arms reached out and rang the bell. He opened the door with a genuine expression of pleasure. What wa...
Hi, my name is Tom Jacobson but you can call me Marcy. I am 23 years old man. I'm 5'9" with light brown hair and a slim build. This story continues where my last one left off. After my luggage was lost on a very important business trip my coworker Tina convinced me to wear one of her spare outfits so that we didn't lose the business. She did a great job maki...
David checked the bars one last time. He was as certain as he could be that they would hold. They had no other recourse if they didn't. There wasn't another human soul around for miles, of course. But there was always a chance that someone could wander this deep into the forest and happen upon the same cabin they had found, so building a soundproofed cage in...
Disclaimer: This whole thing was made up and written by myself and no other. Any resemblance to any person or thing alive, dead, real or not, is completely coincidental. I do not make any money from this story on this website. * I woke up the next day feeling a little unsure how I should behave around Harland. I padded downstairs in my swimsuit, sure that...
From Benjamin Dornier's Journal Tuesday, August 4, 1992 It feels funny writing this because it has been quite a while since I've found time to do any journaling. There have been almost daily meetings at school related to my new job and I continue to spend my weekends at the seashore with my family. Despite fears that my wife would somehow discern my relati...
"No problem boss, I'll have those numbers to you by tomorrow." I laid the phone down on my desk and focused on what was transpiring in my back yard. My wife lay face down in her chaise lounge while the neighbor kid rubbed tanning oil on her back. I couldn't help but chuckle. Traci made quite a sight with her bronze skin clad in a neon green bikini top--und...