There was a sharp crack as the rod came down hard. The leather wrapped steel rod made contact with my ass. Even with having denim on it was still excruciating painful. But don't mistake this as an unwanted pain. Oh no, far from it in fact. Believe me if it was unwanted this tale would take a much different turn than the route planned ahead for the reader. My...
You rise from the table and come to me, hand reaching out to caress my face. "Are you ready?" you ask, fingers tracing the line of my cheekbone. I nod, pushing away from the table. As I am about to rise you deal me a powerful backhand, sending me sprawling from my chair. I taste salt and lick my lips, savoring the flavor of my blood. With bowed head I turn,...
It was the day of her wedding. All her family had come to see her get married to the man of her dreams. Her friends, all well excited to finally see their promiscuous friend finally settle down. Up in her hotel room she was fixing her dress to set straight, and tidying it a bit. She had sent everyone out of the room so she could get some alone time, before t...
Walking out the limo, you turn to me “I can’t believe we did this?!” “Well you seemed to enjoy it, at least I hope you did.” “Did I ever, wait till I get you home.” You reply with a sly smile. My response to you catches you off guard, “Who says we are going home?” You see the wicked look in my eyes and a devilish smile. This could be a very fun night you...
“What do you mean it doesn’t fit?” The armor smith asked, “Surely you must be fooling with me.” “No, sir.” The young soldier said. “You’re telling me that your steel codpiece is too small?” “That’s right,” the soldier confirmed. “I don’t believe it,” the armor smith said. “Well you see when I was a young lad, a witch caught me spying on her while she wa...
"People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice." ― Charles Bukowski Carving blistered backroads ― the way a chef cleaves holiday ham ― the Korn King programmed his GPS for John Glenn's most imminent gangbang. Yes, that John Glenn ― dead astronaut. Someh...
LETTER VII At last, the day arrived when my beloved Louisa and I were to proceed to her father's house. We had purposely named to all our friends in Paris the day before that on which we were really expected at her home so that we might stay on the road and have one last night of uninterrupted indulgence in our passionate love of each other. We fixed upon...
Author's note: This is a direct sequel to my first story, "Medusa's Trophy," which I recommend you read. If you'd rather not, then you can read a short synopsis below. All characters in this story are over 18 (especially Medusa). Synopsis of Medusa's Trophy: The Helot slave of a Spartan warrior unwillingly accompanies his master on a quest to kill Medusa...
Next day, being a weekend, Satish was at home and he had Anita and Shashi for company. Her mother had left for a nearby town on some work and was accompanied by Savita and Shilpa. Satish had got up around 8 am and had a leisurely breakfast that had been prepared by the two ladies. He took a shower and was sitting in his room reading a book. Anita knocked at...
Nishant fretted as he looked into his smart phone and read his friend's texts on a chat group. They were poking fun at him. He was in an unusually complex situation. Nishant was single. He wasn't a virgin though. He had dated before, but none of the relationships had been sexually satisfactory in his scheme of things. 'Nish' as his friends called him, had w...