Part Two: (There's a whore, an ex-wife, and a farmer each with their own demons.) I was up early the next morning. I slipped into the master bedroom and saw Caprice was still asleep; probably the Nyquil. I walked over and tapped her shoulder, "Hey sleepy head." She rolled over and gave me a lazy look, "Oh, you." I smiled as I unfastened the locks that he...
Last episode Nathaniel gave Madeline a ultimatum, to have to make a decision on if she wanted to stay with him. He told her not to come back for 4 weeks. Even if she did, he would not see it. This is the last change she has to make her own decisions. If you would like to see more, or the more severe Dungeon series, send me some feedback. * * * * Two week...
I was just numb. That's the best word to describe my state. I ran after Jonathan and he ignored every word. He walked to his car, took one last look at me, shook his head sorrowfully and drove away. I stood watching him go. I was still stood there twenty minutes later, just staring. The sheer enormity of it all came crashing down on me and I cried. I cried a...
This is my first story. I've never written about any of my encounters before, until recently when I've been wanting to re-live them in my head. I thought it would be an interesting story. Any feedback would be appreciated. Enjoy :] --------------------------------------------- It feels like I haven't been used in ages. I'm too much of a scared sissy. I fi...
Authors's note: This is the complete version of a story that was originally released in two separate parts. (Mf/bdsm/prostitute/anal/scat/Mdom) Jake Mathers was a sick man. Sick in the head that is. The demented product of an upper class upbringing that saw a few small yet distinct moments in his early childhood that turned him this way, he was now in his m...
Chloe dropped her backpack by the front door with a thud of books. She pulled off her neck tie and dropped it on the floor and kicked off her saddle shoes. Looking at the pile she reached up to pull out the ribbons she'd tied into her hair that; then thought better. They were sort of Lolita after all. At just under five-foot and baby-faced Chloe could have p...
You're naked, face up on your bed, hands are bound together and tied with rope to the frame at the head of your bed. You're blindfolded so you can't see what I'm doing. So far I'm being nice and innocent, lightly touching you all over and kissing you on your neck. The meanest thing I'm doing is teasing you: I touch your cunt very, very lightly, just to see h...
Author's note: If the "N" word upsets you give this one a pass. * These afternoon card games are getting out of hand thought Karen as her fingers slipped under the table, her cards forgotten. First one finger, then two as listened to her friend Becky. The fingers slid in easily, her pussy already wet from the visions that Becky's story conjured up. She cou...
Debbie had spent the whole day pampering herself. After waking up late, she lazily shopped the stiles at the mall, choosing a tight top that showed off her ample cleavage and a new skirt that slid over her shapely ass. Expensive new 4 inch peep-toe heels completed the look. A 3 o'clock appointment at Clipz, her favorite salon, would make sure her hair and na...
SMACK! Trish Stratus cried out in pain as the sound of her big ass being smacked echoed throughout what she had thought was an empty corridor. Thinking some cocky WWF superstar or backstage attendant had stepped out of line Trish turned around and prepared to slap whoever had smacked her booty, but all the fight drained from her body and her ass hole pucke...