It was a warm sunny summer morning as Dave West left his car in the tiny village car park and followed the path across the fields towards the distant woods. He allowed his mind to drift, enjoying the sounds, sights and smells of the countryside around him. As he walked he could feel the hassles of work drop from his shoulders, thoughts of his cramped office...
Her friend Kat from uni had found herself the perfect summer job. She had to house-sit some castle in Romania and take care of the guided tours for English or German tourists there. When she had offered Emma to come stay with her for a week the dead-poor 19 year old student had jumped to the occasion. Budget flights were less than 50 euro and the local trans...
October 30 10:00 A.M. Mr. Ellis looked like an undertaker, but he was much more than that. He was the finder of lost loves, or, in this case, the finder of wanted-to-be loves. He set his jet black briefcase on the table in front of the gentleman who hired him and said, "I found her." A calmly excited voice responded. "Really? Where?" "She owns several pha...
Your Toilet Author's Note: This is either a tentacle story in the Fetish section or a pee story in the nonhuman section. To write I used a talk to text program that isn't always accurate. If you like my work, please consider helping me edit so I can publish the dozens of backlogged stories in this series. World War T is a series of independent, vaguely int...
(Wiley spent the night at Billy and Bonnie's house in Brownsville) I swear I could have heard a rooster crowing. The next morning I awoke in a strange bedroom—my mouth was gummy and dry—I tried hard to focus on my watch but my eyes were blurry. Then I remembered the night before, fucking little Bonnie on the couch while her toothless husband watched from hi...
"Well lookie here..." you let out a whistle of approval as you hold the tiny ceramic figurines in front of your headlamp. They look ancient; one is an intricate carving of an impish creature, the other of some sort of demonic statuesque female. You smooth the dust off the womanly figure, revealing its faded yet uniquely ornate paint job. A strange...
At the end of our driveway I slowly turned left. I spent the next thirty minutes in a sort of trance as I drove the familiar route to the freeway. Memories of the neighbours kept interrupting my thoughts. If I had known that they were swingers we could have worked out some arrangement. My wife would not have been interested but I had often screwed around be...
Okay ladies we have all seen porn... you see the hot buxom blond chowing on some cock and you think... hey I should do that... STOP RIGHT THERE!! I am here to tell you that porn cock sucking no matter how good it looks is not the key... Here's a little background... my fiancé had received oral sex before but he had never cum as a result... (Ladies this is t...
Forty minutes seems like an eternity when you are in the dark, blindfolded, hands and feet restrained and there is not a noise to be heard except your own breathing. Even though you knew it was coming, waking up like this was still a strange feeling. Where had Mike gone? When was he coming back? What would happen when he did come back? At first, after the i...
I dreamed that I was hiking through a mountain forest, the descending fog thickening so that it was difficult to see more than perhaps ten yards ahead. The taste of the fog was slightly acrid on my tongue, its scent unnaturally sharp, its feel similar to a fine mist. Yet I trudged ever onward, turning left at the switchback to continue the upward trek. Aft...