The following Monday after he went out with Jason, Justin tried to make himself as presentable as possible for obvious reasons. He'd even gone as far as getting up forty minutes earlier without an alarm -- his excitement that he was going to see Jason woke him up as if he was a child on Christmas morning. The pair had been texting almost nonstop the whole w...
Chapter 2 Ladies! I hope you enjoy. Thank you for reading and know that I really enjoy hearing any thoughts you have on the story, kinda 'fuels' my inspiration. Wynne is in for some interesting times. ***** I was still pissed about him not taking me home. Then again it didn't seem like he was holding me against my will No one in their right mind would th...
Disclaimer: This isn't real, it's all a fantasy. I own nothing except the caricatures of the people involved in this story. Ariana Grande: Sibling Rivalry Codes: M/F, inc, rough, cons, anal, viol Also note: There's some homophobic and racist language in here. I am not either of those things, I have never been, nor will I ever be. Hating someone for their...
(Three things before I start this twisted tale. First, I started this over on my Patreon page and I wanted to thank my awesome patrons for supporting my stories. Second, I want to give credit to the one and only Incase for the cover art which I swiped from his comic Spicing Things Up. Finally, if the cover art isn't warning enough, take note of the category...
Lake Tahoe spread beneath them like the wonderland resort town that it was. The weather was clear and crisp and no one talked much, lost in their own thoughts and the beauty of the scenery. James sat in an aisle seat with Beverly on the inside, allowing her to have the view, but she wasn’t enjoying it. In fact, the whole flight, she’d been quiet, pensive. H...
Mark couldn't say exactly when he noticed it: this change that had come about in him, this strange desire to look at other men's asses. Perhaps if was honest he would say it had always been there but had been denied while he dated and got married. But wherever it had come from it was now a strong urge that quickened his pulse and made him feel terribly guil...
Mr. M gave reminders of his existence in the kitchen only occasionally with the clicking of metal on ice. Mrs. M busied herself for so long over the incense that Frederick felt his eyelids droop. Her back arched inward as she leaned away and a slice of pale skin appeared between her midnight-blue blouse and her pants. Unbidden, an image of wrapping his hands...
Some of my stories are complete fiction, others are based on stories told me by others as true experiences, but this one is a story that actually happened to me. The personalities are accurately portrayed to the best of my ability. I've added a little kink to make it more interesting for me and hopefully for you the reader, but fundamentally it was real and...
Sunlight crept through the curtains as a new day dawned over Bakersfield, our tiny home sat on the edge of town. It wasn't much, it was cheap and convenient for me and Mike, it needed a lot of work doing, but we were up for the challenge, and it meant we got to spend more time together working on it. The light hit me, my eyes slowly opened, pulling me out...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "I want to thank you for meeting me for lunch. I know you probably would have turned down my invitation had I made it on m...