This is an ongoing story, and likely won't make much sense without reading the previous chapters for context. This story contains themes of BDSM and kink. So if such themes make you uncomfortable then you might want to give this chapter a pass. As always, I urge you to vote, comment, or message me to give me your thoughts. It can only help me in my future...
I sat on the balcony of my house boat, The Aqua Pirate, overlooking Crystal Lake and idly thumbed through the Local Tattler newspaper when a personal advert caught my eye. "Wanted - White male Bull to help an Asian married couple," There was a mobile number to contact. I was intrigued to say the least and wondered if they lived far out from where I was at...
Before you read this, I want you to know something. I am absolutely not a bad person. I see people of all races as people. I don't normally have weird fetishes. You see I grew up in a racially diverse, wonderfully family-oriented environment. My name is Evelyn Marguerite Jacobs and I'm a lifelong resident of Boston, Massachusetts. I grew up in a city where p...
Part 7 – The Filth of No Return This exchange between Mistress and slave, this confirmation of her brutal humiliation, exacerbated Claudia's hormonal roller coaster ride. The submissive switch had been activated and she was well aroused by now. More and more people were taking part. Everywhere she looked was a stream of piss, a load of cum, or a dump of tur...
My dom instructed me to write and post this true story. Since I had a Dr. appt at the end of the day, I knew it would be a good time to visit the bookstore. It's been several weeks since I've sucked a cock, so my Dom felt I needed to be fed today. We texted throughout the day, but he wouldn't be able to meet me. I also had been chatting with another local D...
Hello, there. Crystal McCain is the name. I'm a five-foot-eight, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. In the eyes of the world, I'm a nice person. I major in Business Administration at Algonquin College and I'm transferring to Carleton University at the end of the year. Privately, I lead a very sordid exi...
After 12 years in prison, you've just been released. Yeah you were in a motorcycle gang, and sure you sold drugs, fucked whores and got into fights, but you were framed for murder. Now you're going to get the gang back together and get revenge on every last one of them. WRITERS: Feel free to add your own chapters and branches to this story. Please read the S...
Glad you guys have liked these. I struggled with this one, trying to find the right tone and concept for things with Carly's sister. I rewrote it four times but I like how it came out in the end. Hopefully everyone enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ***** The week passed by with some difficulty. Carly and I traded flirty text messages and talked wh...
"Ishaq, I'm not a submissive little plaything like some of the ladies of your Muslim faith, no offense, I'm a Sikh woman and my people have had gender equality long before it became fashionable," Jagdeep replied, and I saw a look of raw intensity in her liquid chocolate eyes. I smiled at her and forced myself to be calm. I hate it when people confuse Arab cu...
Hello there, my beautiful readers of the finest perversions and smut! Before we begin: All active characters in this story are 18 years or older. Highlighted kinks include exhibitionism, voyeurism, light BDSM, age play, lactation, incest, race play, bi play, con-non-con, and group sex. The point of view changes from time to time in this tale. I've separate...