Rose Cusana sat in St Leonard's church, empty. The air in the chapel felt slow from use. Idols and icons practiced their pose for an upcoming performance, while the Alter existed in a stillness almost too hard to bear. She began to pray for some relief, but the silence only served as a space for the past week's drama to torture her, again, and again, and ag...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. The characters, alive, dead or undead are NOT REAL. This kind of behavior CANNOT be done in the "real world" without at the very least some serious jail time. The character here is a psychotic monster and morally repugnant to even the most base of creatures. This story is meant to arouse interest and jar the senses, i...
The first rule about Fuck Club. Don’t talk about Fuck Club. The bar was smoky and redolent with the smell of stale beer and fried onions. The poor lighting competed against the bluish haze of cigarettes and lost. Voices murmured and mixed with outdated tunes from an old Wurlitzer and coalesced into a din that provided a curious anonymity to the speakers....
"You want me to what?" Jean-Luc intensly interrogated. "...Fuck me...," Bobbie Jo whispered distantly. "Uhh..Huhhh," Jean-Luc sighed. "How...do you want me to fuck you?" "...hard....," Bobbie Jo tried to reply before Jean-Luc cruelly slammed his crotch forward, shoving the steely weight of his erection all the way into Bobbie Jo's syrupy depths before she...
It was just terrifying when my wife caught me surfing for porn. I thought she was asleep in bed and I was indulging myself as usual in front of my desktop computer. But for some reason she got up and I didn't hear her come into the study behind me until it was too late. "And what exactly do you think you are doing?" she said. I thought I was going to faint....
Betty Jean took a long hard look at the woman in the mirror. It was not the first critical look that she had taken in the past year, but it was the first one which offered a ray of hope. Her newly styled and colored hair just touched her bare alabaster shoulders. The deep blue-black color was shocking against such translucent skin, especially on a woman of...
Perhaps I should preface this chapter by telling you that the early chapters in this saga took placed back in the early 80's before we had ever heard of HIV or Aids. Yes, my spouse is a slut, of that there is no denying, but we went to great lengths to shelter our kids (and Gigi's mom) from the steamer side of our life. Also, for Mr. Anonymous's moving conce...
For the last eight weeks I've been enjoying the most passionate sex of my life. I wasn't expecting it and I was initially reluctant, though I fantasized about it. And it probably won't last. You see, I'm sleeping with my best friend and roommate's boyfriend. Sean and Maggie have been dating for over a year now. They, well she, talks about getting married. B...
For anyone just tuning in, I suggest you read part read part one in this series first. It will make for better reading of this story. * I awoke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee. The memories of last night still clouding my thought process, the experience of it all getting my dick hard. As I opened my eyes, there sat my beautiful wife on her side of the...
Sally Anne was walking through the multi story car park in the early afternoon, after dropping her car there to go shopping in the city centre. It was also to pick up her dress for her hen night that very evening, she was getting married in a weeks time to her life long childhood sweetheart, the only boy she had ever loved even though they had broken up two...