*Emily's POV* I was on my way to see my good friend Brooke for lunch at a coffee shop. I opened the door to the café and saw her. We embraced and sat down. "Emily! How has your week been?" Brooke began. "Classes were tough, but I'm good," I responded. "And how was is that guy you've been talking to?" "Ehh I wasn't that into him so I ended it, but, guess...
In earlier articles I talked of common sense, which is especially important when considering some of this stuff in real life. If writing about it you will be relatively safe, again, depending upon where you publish it. Another thing to consider with a lot of this kinky stuff is safe sex. Yeah, I know in stories it kills the fantasy of it all, but hey once yo...
"Master! Master!" Sweetly moans the petite, red-haired catgirl that you pound from behind in the doggy style position; her back obediently arched while her long, red tail frantically moves from side to side. Her tight, dripping wet cat pussy lovingly clinging to your cock, guiding it deeper and deeper into her tunnel with every thrust of your hips....
Feminazi key holder. "Starting bids at $1 to purchase this man?" That question was the beginning of the end of my life as a free man. I had fallen foul of the new debtor laws. Essentially we had returned to Roman style indentured servitude when made bankrupt. Your debt was sold to the highest bidder and you were their legal property for life. "I bid $1",...
The minute I turned eighteen, I was out of there. My birthday consisted of a shitty supermarket cake and a drunken rant from my liquored-up dad. Happy fucking birthday, Sam. But finally I'd done my time, and my birthday turned the page into a new chapter of my life. A chapter full of freedom, when I could break free from my fucked up family and reinvent my...
The shop was a moderately large one, yet still dominated by many of the other buildings in the neighbourhood. The spires and domes of the nearby temples reared over the nearby roofs, giving this quarter its distinctive character. Even the streets were relatively quiet, at least when worship services were not beginning or ending. This building, then, while be...
Leona Morimoto held her leather boot out to her slave as she sat on the desk. "On your knees, NOW!" She exclaimed. Her slave followed her orders as he dropped to his knees. He then began shining her red boot with his tongue as she watched in delight. "That's it slave, know your place." He licked the boot clean and then moved on to the other, leaving not even...
Kristin wiped her face clean. She may have been red-eyed and puffy-faced, but she no longer felt like she was burning up with shame and the gnawing was gone from the pit of her stomach. She was strong. She would be proud even through indignity. The girl assistant returned again, collecting her rag, and Kristin resumed her boxed arm position. "Relax, sluts....
May 24, 2009 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Prologue Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some...
A conversation inside Chateaux de Ally The situation I am lying on an ottoman, naked but for my jewellery, the cum from a man other than my husband dripping from my recently fucked pussy. It slides down my naked thighs leaving a glistening trail in the candlelight. Man pig shuffles into view from the shadowy recesses of the corner. He grunts and I wave my...