My summer job while between college semesters was general laborer at a city park. The city had converted an old gravel pit into a lakeside park, including swimming, boating, fishing, and wooded trails. It was nice place, and usually a nice place to work. Nothing super hard about what they had me doing... selling food at concessions, cleaning bathrooms, renti...
This happens in 1988 and should not be viewed through today's eyes. People thought this way and spoke this way. I am not trying to portray any one person or group as "good" or "bad". It's just a simple love story between two young adults from different and somewhat foreign backgrounds. ********************* Shayla Black Bear. I knew who she was because my...
Hours after she left, I woke up alone and felt exquisitely naked. Sticky all over with dried sweat and saliva, I could still smell her on my skin, like yogurt and rosewater. I sat up studied myself in the mirror. My rust-red hair and cream-white skin. My every curve looked pink and puckered like her lips after a long, wet kiss. I lifted my arms above my tang...
Euphoné, gasping, opened her eyes. There was light everywhere around them. The dungeon seemed far away, a distant memory. Was she... was she dead? Was this paradise? She tried to move. Her body burned with pain. Ah. The slide. This was not paradise. She felt beside her. Something soft, moist to the touch. Quickly she rolled over. Large eyes stared into h...
The whip again licks a fiery trail across my back, and I flinch against my bonds. Eight. I fall forward into your chest. We're bound together on a lawn chair, me facing you with my arms bound behind your head, tennis ball in one hand. Your arms are also bound behind my head, wrist to elbows. My ankles are bound to your knees (or thereabouts, I couldn't real...
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(This is mostly bondage, per my love, and a service story to many emails who wanted their OC's presented. I had to pause many times due to RL work, quality may fluctuate. Please enjoy. - Neighborhood Pervert Esteban) In the world of Dunia where men and monsters existed, a dark, secluded and beautiful town was nestled on a wooded coast. This beautiful town...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, and Essex are property of...
Short and to the point: This is a Breast Expansion Fetish story. If B.E.'s not up your alley, then you probably shouldn't bother with this tale. Thank you. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Siren Song: The Final Chord by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~~~~~~~~~~~ First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2014-06-01 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot fo...