"I just want to watch you two," she cooed, sliding away from the two tangled male bodies. She watched as the two men exchanged fervent kisses, running their hands up and down one another's bodies. It was perfect, she thought to herself. The hardness of their bodies pressed together, the difference in their bodies complimentary. One was shorter and stockier,...
Man, sometimes the shit I see women get away with these days kind of has me longing for the old days. Seriously. When I was growing up, it was considered okay to correct a bitch if she got way out of line. Nowadays, many men are bending over backwards to please some truly horrible women and these same conniving, horrible women are walking all over them. See...
Author's note: Please don't get overly upset. This is fiction. If it's not for you that's fine, there's lots of other stuff out there you may prefer. Go have fun. And besides, there's very little here that hasn't already been done, by the patriarchy to women. If this story upsets you, then think about how it's been for women all these years. It's also enti...
Sam looked at the huge collection of IP troops that he already had tied up. This was nothing compared to how many he'd seen on the planet when he was in space. He also had a huge pile of weapons stacked neatly not far from the troops. Waiting he knew that more would appear soon. These guys were nothing if not predictable. A moment later he heard what appear...
My name is Howard Alabaster but you can call me Whitey. I’m a young Irishman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Anyone looking at me sees a six-foot-two, lean White male with reddish hair and pale green eyes. I’m a lot more than that, friend. Being born into the Alabaster family of provincial Ontario has its privileges. My family owns a lot o...
To all my fans. Sorry my new story has been so long in coming. Most of you that e-mail me know I've been have computer problems. But here it is. A little long but I think you will like it. ***** This Monday morning was starting out just like so many others have in the last year. I woke up around eight am feeling oh so horny. My Husband Chuck had left for w...
Bjorn fiddled with the tie, but nothing he did seemed to straighten out the mess that he had made of the knot tightening uncomfortably about his neck. Any more than he could straighten out the mess that had become their lives. If the week had gotten off to a mixed start with confirmation of Kirsty's pregnancy to lighten the load of their run-in with Greta a...
It's truly amazing the way a shower, a shave and a change of clothes can make you feel like a completely new man. Of course it's all an illusion, for in reality you are still the same middle-aged idiot whose wife has been secretly working as an upper class prostitute for some asshole throughout your entire marriage. But hey, if reality sucks an illusion is...
Chapter 2 Cannon Fire Chantel and I share a lot more than sex When I came to, Chantel was lying beside me, smiling, and Darnell was reclining against the headboard—still trying to get his breathing under control. I could smell Chantel’s cunt spray on my face, taste D’bone’s cum in my mouth, feel my own cunt juice leaking out of me and running into the crac...
Chapter 21 "Why are you crying?" "Jeff and I just broke up." "Oh... I'm so sorry, babe." "No, don't be. We should have done it a while ago, but we were avoiding it." She let go of her suitcase and poutingly held gaze with Sibyl. For her she had developed feelings stronger than any she'd ever had for her now ex-boyfriend. "Okay sweetie. Let's talk about...