I'd fallen on my bed around 4:00 AM after leaving Brad's hotel room, and slept until almost noon the following day. Upon awakening, I found my body so sore I could barely move - especially my battered pussy which was very tender, red, and swollen from being pounded, for so many hours. I still had Brad's dried cum caked in my hair, on my tits and in nearly ev...
A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B, this chapter written by Wunderboi. *** Clarissa slipped behind the wheel of her pearl white Mercedes. She had insisted on the most expensive paint option and the car glowed in the early morning sunshine. She smiled to herself, remembering her father's advice many years prior, which was to marry a much older very rich whit...
I hadn't lived on the Oregon Coast a full year, so I had not yet tried to cross the mountain pass during Christmas. My family (nuclear and extended) all live in Portland, about two hours away from my new home in Seaside. It was for this reason that it had simply never occurred to me that I might not be able to go home for Christmas. I went home for everythin...
"Charlene... you almost ready, hon?" he called up the stairs, checking himself in the hallway mirror. His black suit hung nicely on his frame, his hair combed neatly in place. "Be down in a second!" she replied, and he walked back into the living room, checking the tickets in his pocket for what seemed like the hundredth time. He sat on the couch, absently...
Prologue Chains rattled harshly in the predawn hours, breaking the silence of the quiet basement. A low growl followed and then the sound of a body hitting the cement floor. A gasp and the sound of water hitting the floor was almost anticlimactic as the single light in the center of the room was turned on, it's bright cone of light spotlighting the bloodied...
I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. On the best of days. All right. I'm not dumb. I just sometimes miss the obvious. I get distracted and sidetracked and my mind goes on its merry little way. Today is one of those days. Hi, hello. I'm Donald. I hate my name. I go by Don and that doesn't help much. Neither does Don Juan b...
My job as a limousine driver in greater Los Angeles has put me in contact with a number of well known personalities. Our company has a reputation for excellence and discretion and is therefore very popular with celebrities and such. While most of this contact is of a professional nature, occasionally circumstances have become more intimate, resulting in some...
Angel picked up the remote control and muted the sound on the monitor of the solitary cell she was watching and answered the buzzing private phone line. "Dark Angels," she answered. "We've got a problem," said the voice on the other end. "What's wrong, Bob." "The beamer's on a lease." "So what?" "If they don't get their payments, or the car back, they'...
Disclaimer: I own none of these people. The words are my own. Characters: Ryan Ross, William Beckett, Gabe Saporta, Pete Wentz, a few other Fueled By Ramen band members. After Supper. There were three of them in the room. Four if you counted Gabe, but no one was. Not even his boyfriend and mother, clutching both his hands. Doctors and nurses would flu...
Disclaimer: I do not know, nor I have I ever met any of the members of the band Seether. This work is pure imagination on my part. I love their music and I love Shaun Morgan's song writing capabilities. Note: This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Comments and critiques are most welcome. "Well, this is the place we heard about," Dale stopped in fro...