Chapter 1. Intro (or First Punishment to Marjorie ever) Gretel, Daisy and Marjorie were school friends. They had been so since early childhood and now they were 19 (minimum age to graduate from hi-school) and about to finish their basic studies. They lived in a lovely paradise-like island called Odasadi and couldn't wait longer to be out into the "real worl...
“How can you live with yourself?” My mother had asked me a few months ago after I had finally told her what I did for a living. Then, I had given her my fake smile and had shrugged it off, saying that the money kept the nightmares and my conscious away. But the truth was that it was getting harder to live within my own skin. As the months crept by and the d...
After the wedding, my wife met me in the parking lot of the church. She was wearing a peach colored bridesmaids dress. "That was a decent ceremony," I said. "A little long." She smiled. "Will you be riding with me?" "Actually, we have to take more pictures. And I guess the bride wants to make some stops." She rolled her brown eyes. "I'll just go back t...
I was born and raised in a whore house. If I'd been a girl I don't know what might have happened. End up a whore, most likely. What the heck, that's about what I have ended up. As a little kid it probably wasn't a whole lot different than most kids' life. Several of the girls working there were very nice and spoiled me, played with me. It got a little diffe...
When I'm home alone, sometimes I get a little curious. My parents got a deal not long ago and decided to get a cable package with more channels than I knew existed. It took me a while and a lot of channel surfing, but I came across about 5 channels that were porn. I've never been into that sort of a thing, but I have to admit, knowing it was there made me wa...
Hey, there. What's up? Kelvin James Guillot is the name, and I'm a young man living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. My father, Oscar Guillot, is Afro-Caribbean, originally from the island of Haiti, and my mother Jennifer Hughley is white, originally from the City of London, Ontario. I guess that makes me Haitian-Canadian. Cool. My folks met as students at Q...
“Oh, my aching head “ The sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window violating my eyelids. I reached out to grab the clock and held it in front of my face. I was having a heck of a time trying to focus. It must have been the one, or two, or three long island ice teas too many last night. I hadn’t done anything like that since college. My mouth tasted...
Day 3 Our Wednesday morning starts with a twist. The couple from the waterfall has delivered our breakfast. It is a pleasant surprise for us. When they bring in the food we had just finished making love and the room smelled of animal sex. I see the sweet beads running down your neck. The sweet has made the sheet covering us transport. Your dark nipples show...
my Master tends to set off the metal detectors at the airport. He sports a lot of delicious cock hardware, and is always happy to show it off to the poor shlubs who do security. Thanks to His ownership, i now have plenty of genital piercings myself. my favorite is the platinum chain that hangs from my pussy lips, with the little charms, M for Master, and c f...
She glared at him before storming out of the car, livid. He had tried placing his hand over hers after pulling into the garage. He sat idly at the wheel, mulling over how best to defuse the situation. They were at his work function in one of the city's posh nightclubs to celebrate the success of an acquisition when the unexpected happened. She'd caught hi...