It's a Wednesday night in 2002. I'm driving out to the club I own in Renton in a sleazy industrial district just south of Lake Washington. I'm wearing my usual long black trench coat with matching leather gloves, the bulge of my wedding ring clearly visible. Underneath the coat is my form-fitting black silk cocktail dress, with just enough cleavage showing t...
Women, It's OUR turn now! MEN are lucky! They have sex basically until they die and may we say die HAPPY! Women, on the other hand, as they get older, may not for a lack of a suitable partner, health reasons, menopause or plainly, they are disgusted by their husbands after years of being humped by them. SO, WOMEN! Let's unite and chase after those younger...
Dear Sir, Thank you for the past few months. Thank you for the privilege of serving you. Thank you for all the times that I knelt before you. Thank you too for the lessons that I have learned. Thank you for teaching me some hard facts. Thank you for showing me truths that I did not want to see. Thank you for all those nights that I spent on my fuzzy pillo...
Bookstores were a place of refuge to Andy, a place where the cares of the world dissolved, and all that was left was the musty, yet pleasant, smell of books. He liked used bookstores the best since the smell was stronger in them. The feel of old paper on his fingers as he paged through them, the excitement at finding something he'd been looking for for years...
Her hand cupped his balls. Her other hand slowly moved up and down his penis. Her eyes gazed intently at the slot at the end of his shaft. She waited patiently for his white substance to jump out of the opening. As she applied a little more pressure to the underside of his shaft, she anxiously awaited the spurt of semen she knew would reward her for her pati...
"The collar comes off when I say it does," intoned the black leather-clad man. Faith gazed at the table. There sat the artifacts of her life as a free woman, her clothing neatly folded, her purse, her cellphone, and, most achingly of all, her wedding and engagement rings. The man whom the woman knew she would have to address as "Master" from here on out, b...
Copyright PennameWombat January 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...
As Covid-19 has hit home hard, I don't feel much like writing, so I'm taking a break. As such, I'll trickle out a few stories which have been hiding on my shelf. I went with a different story for the 750 word challenge ('If Tomorrow...'). This one is also exactly 750, after the ==== Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email sugge...
Trust is very important in a relationship. If you’re with the right person you should have no doubts in your relationship. Jayden and Steve are high school sweethearts, they fell in love when they were freshmen and have been together for 7 years. They have never been with anyone else and as far as they are concerned they don’t care, they are deeply in love....
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Danny adjusted the skirt as he walked into the club. It was his first time dressing... and truth be told he wasn't really sure why he was dressed up. His girlfriend was at a bachelorette party for the week and he decided to say screw it and go out and to wear his girlfriends cloth...