Note- Final chapter in my made up story based on celebrity and not actually a true portrayal of events. xxx Jennifer Lopez and her hated rival Salma Hayek sat up straight in their Business Class seats and stared at the smug looking Jennifer Aniston who was sandwiched between them. All three were more than half way to Hong Kong, the first stop over on thei...
The gent had spent the previous night on a BDSM site whose presentation was purposeful and crude, a blocky and forbidding combination of red lettering and black backdrop with a hint of gothic effect. He couldn't recollect doing so with any clarity and was surprised at how functional and productive he had been. The gent looked at the profile he had set up for...
The cell door opened and I looked up to see a Hispanic looking men being ushered into the holding cell. The cell door clanked behind him and he took a seat on the bench along the opposite wall. We eyed each other for a bit and then he said: "Hey man, what you in for?" "Beating the shit out of a cop. You?" "Back child support. No shit? You stomped a cop?"...
Further Crisis I don't call her on her cell phone. I just don't. We arrange our trysts other ways. While we're together. Postcards. Letters. The woman can figure out any puzzle I make for her, and I've been trained in codes. There's only one reason to call her on the cell. Unfortunately, I've got it. **************************** Three days ago, she g...
Emma Frost was on her knees, her wrists chained together behind her back, her ankles similarly chained and then connected to her wrists. A further chain was attached to a silver collar around her neck, that chain was linked into a metal ring in the cell's wall. Other than that the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club and erstwhile leader of the X-men was...
I met him in a bar... It was two years ago now. I'd just started my new job in New Zealand, a few of my work friends decided we should go out for our Saturday night. We went down to the local pub, and sat, chatting and drinking- there was a game of rugby and heaps of young guys sat around drinking and yelling, celebrating each point. I wasn't so interested i...
This story is a creation, and although it contains violence, rape, forced sexual acts, I condemn such actions in reality. By reading this story, you accept this. Also, this story uses the X-change concept, but knowledge of this concept is not necessary to read and understand this story. This story is the following of part 1 in which Franck swallowed an X-...
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Note- This story does not imply any of the characters did, or would do those things portrayed. England, April 2020. x As the coronavirus pandemic continued to spread throughout England, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge had made the wise choice to leave London for the foreseeable future. Together with their three children they had decamped from Kensingt...
It was one of those weekends. I had fallen on ice. I thought it was nothing but the pain wouldn't stop on Monday morning despite what I used to calm it. So I went to the hospital. "Mr Dan to the plaster room please you have broken your arm." Off I went to the plaster room. And waited my turn. "Mr Dan please." I was faced with 2 lovely nurses. I undresse...