I jes' turnt twunny-one an' muh Pa tol' me that crops was bad this year, so he couldn't gimme much o' nuthin', but he gimme five bucks an' tol me ta go inta town an' have myself a good time. On the way there I saw Uncle Odell. He asked whut I was doin' an' I tol him, an' he gimme five more dollars and said, "Follow Main Street to Willow, take a left, and thr...
Disclaimer: All persons depicted having 'the sex' are over the age of 18. Some are more over than others. This story includes fat disgusting women who smell and taste as bad as they look, female body hair, facesitting, kidnapping, drunk driving, being drugged, forced piss drinking, and a really poor attempt at writing a hillbilly accent. Also, the author has...
The sullen eyes float in clouds watching, watching, watching, the long yellow river that once flowed red, red. I feel them: tens upon tens, hundreds hidden in the shadows, I feel the raining tears and acid storms. There, only steps away, behind the walls, behind the barbed wire, behind the hush of nothingness the zaimoku marched. They were stacked as lumber...
I have been an escort since I finished high school. At first I engaged in regular sex; just selling oral and vaginal sex working 6 days a week from a suburban brothel. But no matter how hard I worked I never seemed to make enough money, especially to cater for my recreational drug addiction. So I decided to enter the dark world of fetish prostitution, which...
She knew nothing of bathroom scales, or diets, or why they might exist. It wouldn't have mattered if she did. In her world, knowledge of that kind had no value. Neither did the words "maybe or might be". Things either were…or were not. She was either, hungry, or not, thirsty, or not--alive or not. Being large for her kind would help her stay alive, the knowl...
She woke on the hard floor of the cellar. She could hear the radio on upstairs and thought that it must be morning. Her bones creaking and muscles aching, she stretched as much as she could. Nauseated, the stench of her dried urine sickened her. Old tins of paint and varnish lay around the floor, long forgotten, like her. The cellar was a cold, dirty place....
One day over a year later, Christy calls me. I asked her why she had not called me until now. She explained after having sex with all those black men she was pissed at me. I remarked that I did pay her well though. She agreed. She said another reason she did not call was that she had became pregnant after sex with all those black men. But, how could she...
**This is part 2 of a series. But in brief: Three rich sisters have to spend a month in a cabin that lacks toiletries save for one outhouse. Also they all have a scat kink, and a fairly big messy kink. Guess how this will end. Don't read if girls getting off on being smelly, gross, and having bowel movements isn't your thing. You won't like this.** The thre...
**If this is your first worst maid ever... Why? But if so, be warned, ahead lie assorted nasty kinks. Watersports, scat, mud, garbage, unwashed stink, and then using all of those to masturbate (somehow, sooner or later). You can read along if you don't like those things. You won't like this story.** * Elana sighed as she woke up. She was in her bed again w...
As Professor Jack Harris carted the large crate into the large room, Cynthia Quimble watched from her seat at the head of table, sitting with her perfect posture. "So what have you brought back from your expedition, Professor Harris? This expedition took considerable time. Normally you come back within six months, whatever took you so long?" Cynthia Quimble...