Sacred Ice Bucket Quest: Part 1 Ice bucket will travel: It was two a.m. and I looked about the scene of carnage about me and it was good! The bachelor party was a complete success and the poor drunk ass groom lay passed out on one of the two hotel beds. The other survivors lay either on the other bed or on the floor all completely obliterated, sleeping and...
Thanks to garbonzo607 for their insightful edits. =================================== It took both Gina and Summer bouncing on my bed to wake me. I was dead to the world, and yet having nightmares about demons tearing apart all those I cared about, ripping off their limbs, and eating their flesh. When the two women were finally able to wake me, I was soak...
As Carter finished unpacking after dinner, he couldn't help but smile. His last summer before having responsibilities would be spent in the beautiful home belonging to his girlfriend's parents. Carter and Chloe had only been dating for a few months but were both entirely consumed in the early parts of their relationship. From hand holding to mini-golf the yo...
I found myself in a midsized college town working on a problem that didn't want to be resolved. With assistance from my co-workers two and a half hours away I was finally able to correct the issue, and system operation was restored. It was late, I was more than three hours from home, and decided I did not want to make the drive. Instead I chose to spend the...
WARNING--This is a loving wife story meaning it is about a married woman who has sex with men other than her husband. The story also contains bdsm, fetish and anal sex scenes. If that is not for you then please move on and spare me the comments about how you respect your wife too much to have similar things happen to her, etc. I always get a good laugh out o...
Author's Caution: This story contains the frequent use of graphic anglo-saxonisms. I won't apologize for that since it's the essence of the story. However, if you are among the faint of heart or you find these words offensive to you, I suggest you find another story. * Chapter One: Mr. Happy "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled at the mete...
I was lying in bed with Evangeline. That was not really her name, of course. It was early Sunday morning in a motel at the east end of Long Island. She was a graduate student at the women's college where I was a professor of English literature and composition. I suddenly recognized that I had skipped over a facet of my life that was part of my autobiography....
I'm Jackson Bailey, 19 and just arrived home for the summer after my first semester of college. I'm majoring in archaeology. My parents left yesterday to spend the summer in Britain where my father, a professor of linguistics will be teaching a summer course at a university. I have the place to myself. I noticed a moving van backing into the house next door...
This is a fantasy again. Thank you for all your comments so far. I also wish to thank Alexandra Lee for helping me out to bring in the women perspective, she is a star! --------------------------------------- I could not believe what I was seeing. After the initial few minutes where it was impossible to decipher what was unfolding before my eyes – probably...
Maria gains consciousness to darkness. Something is not right. Her eyes are open but she cannot see anything. Faint yellow light filters through the fabric that covers her eyes. Even more disturbing, are her hands, bound above her head with large restraints. She feels the surface of wood on the back of her hands. She struggles against them but it only raise...