Curran was about nineteen when the war finally broke. He had seen the horror of death and destruction. He had seen the horrors of rape. He had seen much. He had holed up in a crumbled remnant of a university he could no longer remember. He knew he was safe. The soldiers had long ago abandoned this playground. He was alone. His father having passed away...
“I want you to come over.” I want you to walk straight into my bedroom, where I’ll be waiting for you, close the door behind you, and not say a word. I want you to kiss me. On my mouth, my neck, my earlobes. I want to feel your tongue dancing all over my skin. I want you to reach straight under my shirt and touch my breasts. I want to feel your cool hands...
"I'm tired of this shit. If they're not going to use my ideas, why do they keep asking for my help? It's not like I have nothing better to do than to sit around waiting for them to pick me for their team. If I have to spend one more day kissing her ass and pretending like I care, I'm going to loose it! Dammit Ricky! You're supposed to be listening! Drop the...
Hi everybody, Kathy here again. So here's the thing—I'm not gonna write things in order like Steve did. I'm just gonna tell you random stories, whatever pops into my head on a day I feel like writing. I started with my 'ass virgin' story, partly because I love telling it but mostly because of that big story on the news the other day about Kim Kardashian's bi...
(This person described in this story is 18) One Halloween, I dressed up like Merida from Disney's Brave. I wore a hand-me-down, hand-sewn, ill-fitting cosplay outfit. It was tight and baggy in all the wrong places. The cape was too big and too thick. I myself was in a very awkward, un-princess-like phase of adolescence. After school, some friends and I ha...
Emily was a woman, but barely. She had been a girl not too long ago. She was very sweet and wholesome and innocent. Honestly, she was a little more innocent than she wanted to be. Emily was very beautiful; her face was beautiful, her hair was beautiful, her eyes were beautiful, her body was beautiful... and to top it all off, even though Emily was slender an...
Eagen finished brushing her straight black hair and smiled into the mirror. What hair, what teeth...I look like Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Eagen heard muffled sobbing from upstairs. Poor Piaget. Eagen had cuffed Piaget to an eyehole in the broom closet, and the only way down was to open an old combination lock that was suspending her wrists over her head...
A large, broad leaf looped up and over the sleeping cheerleader; scooping behind her head, down her back, to her buttocks; vines wrapped around Poppy's feet and ankles, binding them together. The stamens parted to reveal the flower's pistil; a fat, bloated bulb with a moisture dripping hole at its tip. The hole expanded into a gaping maw, wet and red; undul...
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are 18+ years of age. All characters and events depicted are completely fictitious...obviously. CONTENT WARNING: If the title didn't already give it away, this is a BDSM story. It will include fetishes such as Femdom, CBT, humiliation, and chastity just to name a few. Mainly though, it is a ballbusting story. Not on...
"And this one time...at tennis camp...I stuck a..." "Hey, Trina! Do you need to get that racket restrung? Those strings look all out of whack." Cut her off just in time. It was clearly too hot to be outside playing tennis. Whenever Trina gets overheated, she's liable to say anything. All sorts of bizarre utterances can come flying out of her mouth unbidden...