Weekend At Becky's If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise Part One: Brown Eyed Bears Okay, remember how my first scene ended with me throwing up on the camera? Not good, I hear you say. Not so fast, say I. Turns out this was not a career ending move, rather it's the scat equivalent of the money shot. Becky is on the phone and en...
Oh God, I can't possibly last to the end of this! At the moment, I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a 1980 Nissan Cherry. A very smelly 1980 Nissan Cherry at that. And the reason for that is sitting in the driver seat of the car. It's a 350-pound woman named Cassandra Rorie....and she's exceptionally gassy. If I could, I would open the door and get the h...
This summer night is hot. And I'm alone. Solitude is a bad mood. But so it is. Back home I kick off my shoes and wonder if to go for a shower or a drink. Drink is high priority. Beer or spirits? Both. I go for beer and shots. It's a hot and sticky night after a hot and sticky day. I'm soaking in sweat. The drinks stimulate more perspiration. Who cares. I'd...
"Your late slave boy," yelled Marcie to her cowering husband Ronald. "Strip idiot and get your slave face in my feet, NOW!" No words were spoken Ronald quickly stripped and neatly folded his clothes. He crawled to the end of the sofa to where her ankles hung her feet over the end. As her dedicated foot slave he kissed the tops of her ankles and then licked...
Ch. 9 All Good Things The day started off with a beautiful sunrise and a warmth in the air. As the guys left the clubhouse and sat on their bikes, it was a feeling of normal that almost seemed foreign. The threat was gone, for now, being told the enemy club was taken down giving them a chance to breathe easier. The gate was locked securely behind t...
I stood in Mike's shower yet again and let the warm water run down my body. I ran my hands down my waist and around the curves of my ass. I still felt Mike's grip on me, even though I was alone. The strength of his big hands had been exhilarating. And then his big thick fingers probing inside my body had put me over the edge. I ran my hands down between my t...
On the Continent of Khal'ze, myriad kingdoms, tribes, republics, and empires exist. From the desert dwelling Automata of Enil, to the Witches of the northern mountains, and the Angels and Humans of D'er. One thing remains true amongst all of these multiple locations: The stinky and malodorous hold power, and those who aren't foul smelling serve. Here you wil...
Sarah was on the road to Santiago. At 29 she'd decided it was time to just do it. Broken relationship and career she hated behind her she packed her bags and decided. The Santiago de Compostela is a famous hike that numerous pilgrims and non-pilgrims make each year through Galicia in Northern Spain. It's a long journey and hundreds do it every year covering...
You commanded me to dream of you. More specifically, you commanded me to dream of Ms. Debbie penetrating your round ass while outfitted with your very-own strap-on. And while I haven't forgotten your command and would have been more than happy to comply, unfortunately, I find that my subconscious still harbors too much rebellion for it to obey you. It fails...
* Thanks to Darkniciad for critiquing the plot of this story. Chris and Layla found the house near sundown. They had walked over twenty miles that day, looking for food and shelter. Judging by the smell, the house wasn't very clean, but it had the advantage of having four standing walls and a roof. They dragged themselves in through the side door, threw do...