For the next two days, I spent much of my time getting acclimated with the Minty Urbach PSG-1 sniper rifle I'd be using during the assault. Sighting through the Leupold Mark 4 scope, I couldn't miss targets a half mile away. Of course, the targets weren't moving around or shooting back. At Tampico, all hell would break loose as soon as I fired the first shot...
Note to the reader: Game mode is really required for this story. I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH. There are whole blocks of dialogue in some scenes that just won't appear if you don't have the scoring active. The flowchart is going to be as complicated as i can manage, and the hidden variables will determine what paths and scenes will be available to you, based...
December 14, 1987 Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian -- at least not while in a lover's company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she ofte...
John met Chelsea at a hospital cafe. The 27 year old girl was just about to go in for her chemo treatment. The 72 year old man had just had some lab work. He asked if he could join her and she said "Sure". She was being evicted and planned to sleep in her car tonight. John offered her a bed in his travel trailer. She accepted and after her chemo, followed h...
Sally's brain activated before her body. A switch came on inside her head, a rusty and disused one, like forcing an old circuit breaker back up. Must open eyes, she thought, but can't, they're too heavy. She felt her face pressed into the surface as if it had been in that one spot for years. She could feel the dents in her skin, the old pool of dribble at th...
There it was. Damn it, I thought. She had broken our deal. We were both supposed to sacrifice something for our relationship for each other. That was the agreement. She was supposed to quit smoking, which was a harmful, expensive habit, yet there was the evidence, staring me in the face. There was the ashtray, out in the open, with a cigarette butt still rel...
(I once heard a story from the friend of a friend and can't verify its authenticity, but it sounds like it can be true. I have the story on audiotape, so I will write it down and let you be the judge.) ***** The lights flickered, casting shadows along the wall. I yawned, watching my large black breasts raise higher as I stretched my arms. I was naked?...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No. I do not want an editor. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit, and yes I suck. Ju...
The following is the result of an interview this author had with a white woman named Alysin Carter. Alysin loves black men. She was reluctant to talk about it publically until she gave me this interview. – Mr. Deep. Interviewer: You consented to give this interview on tape. I am going to turn on the recorder now. You are 37 years old. You have an 18-year-ol...
Her face was beautiful, flushed and just a little sweaty and her attention was focused inward on her pleasure as she rose and fell, straddling me and sliding my cock in and out of her swollen pussy as we made wet, squelching noises as I entered her. Her pregnant belly was covered with beads of sweat, and her swollen breasts leaked a few droplets as they bobb...