I'd been tasked to watch a video of my therapist having sex with her dead husband and a random stranger they'd met in a bar. If that wasn't enough, I'd been told to watch it with my dead wife's best friend, who along with the help of her husband, has been trying to get me to fuck her for the last two weeks. To say this has been an eventful twenty-four hours...
Author's Note: People think that the world is getting closer. They think that modern technology and social networking is bringing us all together. It's not. All that it has really achieved is to replace real, meaningful human contact with an artificial electronic 'handshake' of sorts. Many people feel more lonely and cut off now than they ever did before....
Note This story is not about consensual Bdsm, it is harsh, cruel and does not reflect the Bdsm community as a group. It is a fictional work from the mind of Whipsaw. ***** Prologue I am not sure when I stopped believing and gave up on life, humanity...and all of the other shit. Chapter One As I look around at my newly remodeled home, I am very pleased...
Author's note: A number of readers commented after the first chapter that these two stories are a basic retelling of magmaman's two-part series "Working Girl," and it is, up to a point. I was impressed with the way he (or she) developed the main character into a figure of sympathy, and at the low-key tone of her narration. However, as good as those stories...
Oh, my darling bois. I almost forgot to tell you. When I taught you how to smoke like a whore. It leaves something behind. Hmmmmm. Such a wonderful sweet smell that lingers. In that room you were in. It stays there. For hours. To be smelled by your wife. Or your girlfriend. Did they ask you? Did they wonder? Who that bitch was? Who smoked? Do they suspect?...
Edited by luvtaread It was nearly a year and a half later after the incident in Boston that the trouble Jeff Yates had started finally hit home for Brandon. It was a rainy Tuesday in March when he found out that Jeff had finally won their little war. Despite his best efforts the project Brandon was developing was a bust, just as Jeff had planned it, and the...
I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock beeping across the room from my bed. I groggily rubbed my eyes as my senses returned. It was only when I sat up and felt the large butt-plug shift inside or me that I remembered where I was. As I threw the covers off and swung my legs over the bed I realized my manhood was still locked in a cock-cage, unable even to a...
After I awoke from a deep slumber of a much needed nap, I laid there recounting memories from the night before with Todd. I got out of bed, walked to the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge before sitting down on the sofa. As I sat down, a pain rippled through my ass, reminding me of the brutal fucking I had received from Todd. I sat there smoking a...
Melanie sat in her kitchen, drinking coffee and playing games on her phone. The sink was full of dishes and laundry had piled up, but she didn't care. She was sick of playing housewife to her timid little nerd of a husband, even if he did pay the bills, and take her on expensive vacations, and buy her clothes. He shouldn't expect her to cook and clean! She w...
Note: Two parts. Inferential sex only. A satirical response to the women at coffee break. To the half dozen who read and enjoy my work, I extend my appreciation. My apologies to those who are offended by my style and communicative eccentricities. ***** In the distance the wail of the siren warned that the ambulance was coming. No doubt the police would arr...