I wrote this story in honor of my former master, whom remains nameless. I looked up sharply as the large grandfather clock in the living room erupted with sound. "Scraps, Master's coming!" I yelled, kneeling in front of the door. My new friend Jenna -Master had named her Scraps- came rushing inside the room. She quickly kneeled beside me, her silver collar...
Version 2.0 Originally submitted 13 August 2012 This is an edit, containing a few corrections, for my original manuscript. Thanks to my hot little British slut for a round of proofreading and editing. Fuck stories read so much better when written properly in the Queen's English, don't you agree? I hope you enjoy. Leopard *** Version 2.1 Submitted for...
My name is Jerri, I am your typical housewife. Alright, so that could be pushing it a little bit, I am not a female. At least, not yet. My story begins 27 years ago, I led an unremarkable life until I graduated college, then my life finally began. I am getting ahead of myself now. My senior year of college, I met an incredible young lady named Rose. Rose was...
Belching and farting as I wake up, sitting on the side of the damn bed. Another bitch laying beside me. A neighbor's 18 year old daughter. She wants to be a damn stripper at my club, so I fucked her. No reason to... I just wanted to fuck the slut. I grab a beer off the nightstand and down it... Belch again. My damn head is killing me. Too much coke and beer...
(FF) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** Sharon had officially had enough. She winced as Daisy changed the station on her radio without asking. Her Radio! And changed it to a country station of all things. It was bad enough that the college had stuck her wit...
The following phone sex call transcript includes taboo topics, such as consensual violence, name-calling, racism, and watersports. The word "rape" is used, but not entirely accurately. Hi, this is Ashley. Hi. What's your name? Paul. Hi Paul, how are you? Very good. Do you have a credit card? Yes. <gives credit card details> <types> Okay,...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Toni Storm or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Toni Storm had just successfully defended her NXT UK Women's Championship, and was feeling very proud of herself. All of her dreams were coming true. Sure, she wasn't on the...
"Faster... Faster... you stupid elevator..." I yelled. I was running out of patience. The elevator light indicated 12th floor and with a bell sound the doors opened and I sprinted across the flight of stairs to reach the entrance of the terrace. It was dark outside. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust in the low light scene. A cool breeze was flowing amid...
I am continuing this story, this experience in the first tense, I thought it would make it more real if I did and I found it easier to describe my feelings this way. I hope you like it, again I have a problem categorising it and again I apologise for the shortness of the piece, as you can imagine it is emotional to write about it. ***** The feet moved, th...
Dear reader: As you read, please consider who won, Mrs. Huffman or Harold. * MARYJANE HUFFMAN turned on the television: Nothing but reruns of Law and Order. She shut off the television set . She got out the vacuum; no, she didn't really want to clean the apartment. She put it back. She slipped her hand past the elastic of her panties and began to diddle th...