Thank you to everyone who has contacted me asking about the series and when the next story would be posted. Ember has gone through some major revisions, but the new version hasn’t been uploaded here. I reworked the entire series and incorporated a bit more mythology, so the way Ember manifests her strygoi appearance will be a surprise. This story overlaps...
Carry forced a moan as her lips encased her Master's spit-lubed cock. Her tongue swirled around his member while she started to bob her head back and forth. Her Master exhaled, relaxing, as his slave serviced him. His half-closed eyes looked over her head at the baseball game on the television. Her Master's smooth, rigid dick usually calmed her troubles when...
It was a miserable, rainy day in London on 15 November 1939. Most of the city's inhabitants sat in their houses; children that usually were frolicking outside were forced to entertain themselves indoors due to the very heavy rain that drowned the city. Rain crashing down from the heavens filled the eardrums of most of London's population, except for the pati...
The weeks went on in Jamaica and Jennifer Lawrence and I had our fun. Some days she would on set for 14 hours, other days she didn't have to go at all. It took some getting used to, but was actually nice for me. On her 14 hour day, Jennifer really didn't feel like doing anything but coming home and relaxing. We would sit on the couch and relax together and w...
He was out in front of the Club greeting people and shaking hands, telling the guys how horny the dancers inside were and kissing the ladies' hands telling them that they were as good looking at any of the girls inside no matter what they really looked like. He looked quite dashing in his signature black leather pants and red silk shirt, he wore a tailored v...
Two women lived together in the house on Merriwether Street in Chattanooga, and most of their older neighbors thought this behavior was scandalous. The wagging tongues of old spinsters lashed them in the privacy of parlor tea parties reminiscent of days gone by, but the parties were only the pathetic struggles of a people unable to cope with the reality of t...
...geography, philosophy, history, nothing social anthropology a lot of nothing... - Tuli kupferburg ***** A LOT OF NOTHING Christmas Eve. I took the ferry over to the French Quarter. I just wanted to experience the Vieux Carré when it's quiet. Didn't see how it could be much quieter than Christmas Eve. A stiff wind blowing down Royal Street makes it...
I woke early, as usual, and lay there thinking for a long time about everything that had happened the day before, our first in Cancun. On one hand, it had not been as bad as I thought it would be. I can honestly say I enjoyed having sex another woman for the first time in over ten years. The way it had all played out left me feeling confident and at peace wi...
It was hellishly hot, the wind made a halfhearted effort to blow the dust from around Sally's feet but the effort was too much and the dust scarcely lifted. Five kilometers down the road Sally had abandoned her car, water pump failure, shit, on this Godforsaken stretch of road of all places. No-one ever drove alone here, the only reason she had come this w...
After shitting out 22 pencils coated in nigger cum for the camera, the black men all applauded, apparently amazed by the deeds of this slut. Marg thanked them for their time and ushered them out of the house. Paula watched on as Lucy knelt on the edge of the bed, gingerly fingering her ass hole to ascertain if it was closing up properly. "Well done slut,"...