[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] [Warning: this story contains cuckolding, male humiliation, suicide, sex, violence, golden showers, parody, and any other plot device I could think of. It is the ultimate dark vision and is intended as such. All events are presented with the subtlety of a ball peen hammer....
Helen sat in the waiting room at the gynaecologist's office, waiting for her appointment with Dr Alice Sorensen. She was a quite worried lady and found herself reflecting how the hell she had come to be here. She was 47 and married to Don. She was 5ft 2in with short black hair, dark brown eyes, 32b breasts, very pretty and a slim figure. Helen was definit...
ONE Josh Miller and I became buddies in the 5th grade. Being, at that time, one of the bigger kids in class he was not above bullying those he thought he could push around. I know I suprised him when, after he had stomped on my lunch thus splattering the creme filling of my Twinkies in a lovely starburst pattern across the cafeteria floor, I bloodied his no...
Humiliated by teens. By Lynus Small I’m a 35-year-old professional and live in a nice neighborhood alone. I had a series of humiliating experiences in college that ruined me for women. Women sense my insecurity and treat me like shit, a wimp, but I outwardly look like a normal-attractive guy. I’m now in shape, was skinny in college, I have a full head...
The motorcycle sputtered to a stop. He set his feet down and slowly coasted into an empty parking space near the side walk. He raised his arms up and cracked his knuckles. Looking up he noticed specks of dried blood caked into the crevices. It seemed he forgot to wash his hands before he left. It was just after midnight, James was sore and stiff. He had bee...
Author's Note: The Wife and the Black Gardeners was the second story I ever wrote and my first to feature an interracial theme. A comic version came out a few years ago followed by two sequels. This story is based on my comic script for part 2 and the art of Kaos. For this follow-up, I borrowed the plot from another of my stories, "Xavier's Modeling Job." *...
In the pale moonlight of an early December dawn, Henry Chambers was deep fucking his panting wife for the third time that night. Prudence lay eagerly beneath her husband as he pummeled her well ploughed furrow with the urgent stabbings of an oncoming spend. His sweat laden face was pressed against her right cheek as she urged him on in their animalistic pass...
Alexis, or Lexi for short, looked out the bus window as it bounced down the country road, staring idly at the fields as her best friend Mel rambled on. Not that she was intentionally ignoring her, but if she had to listen to one more story about Mel fucking a guy she was going to pull her hair out. Instead she was more focused on what would happen after hig...
Tara gripped the door handle of the coffee shop, she threw it open hearing a dull crack of glass as it hit the wall. She ran outside stumbling briefly as her feet hit the grass. Then she ran as fast as her feet would let her. Her mind was a blur. What just happened? He seemed so normal. She should have known better. She was attracted to him of course he was...
Things had been going well at work, my business had been expanding and we were putting in a new office in Upland. I'm Brad, Bradley Thompson in case you're interested. My company does high end custom homes and occasionally remodels for some of our former clients. I thought I could use some diversion today so about 11 o'clock, I gave my wife Karen a call to...