Casinos are strange places. You can win a stinking fortune or slip into the depths of bankruptcy...all in the same day. You won't find a clock on a casino floor, as there is no need for the time unless you have dinner or show reservations. Lights flitter 24/7, free drinks flow like a river and men and women dress in ways more suitable for Halloween. Girl's...
She parked her car and stared at it. Tiny red house with peeling paint sandwiched between a vacant lot and a much nicer Tudor style. It surely wouldn't be the most horrific place she's gotten fucked in, but it wasn't a landslide victory, either. There was the apartment building with the leaky roof over the exact spot where Galloway lurched into her. Dining...
Slave training was degrading, physically painful and sometimes scary, however, I was assured that the harshness of my training was necessary in order to get me into the proper "slave mindset" before I was allowed to be sold at auction. Constant punishments had left me fearful of doing anything that might earn me additional spankings, whippings or other pena...
Angel quickly opened one of the packages and unwrapped a strange device which looked like a small penis- garter and placed it around my dick. Then she put another attachment around my balls and up my ass. She handed the remote control to Michelle, who then handed it back and said, "Show him what happens if he should hesitate performing any of our demands....
This is a repost of an old story so there will be no voting. Enjoy. There is very little sex in this story, sorry. * I always hated Mondays. This one would turn out to be one of my worst ones. My wife, Peggy, was very despondent and moody. She fixed breakfast for the boys and I as if she were a robot. She wasn't being nasty, just depressed. It didn't help...
I was startled by the sound of two female voices. It was late, and my wife was due back from work. But I had not imagined for a moment that she would be returning home with company. If I had, I wouldn't have put myself in my current predicament. I was lying on the thick woollen rug before our pot belly stove, and going by the violent crackling and pleasant...
Coming home from a day's work, I was curious about the number of cars,parked in front of my house. As I opened the front door, I was surprised to see five of my wife's closest friends sitting in my living room. All of them grinning and staring at me as I walked in. "Is this a book club, or a Tupperware party?" I asked. "Neither," said a strange woman, I...
An Illustrated version is available from the author * Nineteen year-old, Marcie was in the bedroom, painting her toenails, wearing only red panties and a black, T-shirt, with Fifth Harmony on the front. Eighteen year-old, Evie sat across from her, wearing an extra large powder blue men's shirt that probably belonged to Tucker at one time and nothing else,...
The Shroud Stephanie woke, troubled by something, a noise perhaps. What time was it? After 10, she was late for work! No, wait, it was Sunday, everything's all right. Was she going to sleep the entire day away? Why not? She'd done it before. At least when she slept she was clear of the pangs of loneliness. She turned on her side, tugging at the flannel n...
As I explained in my first story "Dirty Girl" my wife, April, had been wildly promiscuous before we began dating. April estimates that she had sex with something like two-hundred men before we met, and that she had sucked off dozens of others. I realize now that even early in our relationship, her promiscuous past was a huge turn-on for me, I just wasn't rea...