Witch Chronicles 010 The War Opening Gambit
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Beams of warm light streamed through the open shades as James lounged on the water bed, a smirk on his face as he surfed through the channels. It was the early afternoon of a crisp autumn day, the leaves outside exploding in bursts of red, orange and yellow; the air filled with the sweet scent of fall.
Bayonetta had left the night before and would be gone at least a couple more days, off on another lengthy assignment. She left him in her studio dungeon with a small stash of food and just enough amusement to keep James from losing his mind. She had added a treadmill and a set of weights to his accommodations so that he could exercise when he wished, but using either of them wasn't particularly comfortable when bound from neck to toe in latex and chained to a bed.
"Femdom ... S&M ... Femdom ... and, big surprise ... more Femdom."
He chuckled as he clicked from channel to channel, knowing that his efforts were futile. She had password protected the cable box and locked out all channels that weren't porn of her preferred variety. He slipped off the bed, tossing the remote behind him as he stood and stretched his limbs, the latex of his skin tight suit stretching and creaking.
'Oh well, at least I have my games... '
He walked toward the entertainment center and grabbed a controller, powering on his Playstation 3 as he sat into the thick PVC bean bag, his suit audibly meshing with the leathery chair. He let out a sigh of contentment as his game loaded, reminded suddenly that although he was, technically, a slave, he really didn't have it that bad.
Just across the street, Jeanne was also lounging. She sat in the back of her white limousine, a cell phone held to her ear as she listened intently. Her body was wrapped in red leather, the clingy, shiny body suit hugging her wide hips and full breasts nicely. A white scarf sat draped around her neck and her short, snow white hair was complemented nicely by the sparkling diamonds that hung from her ears. She shifted nervously as the caller spoke, appearing to ponder an important decision.
"You got her already? Are you ABSOLUTELY sure?!?"
"Affirmative. We caught her off guard. She took two shots to the back, near the spine, then fell in the river. She never had time to use her powers. I think she was meeting a contact there, but we got her first."
Jeanne bit her tongue. It sounded like things had gone perfectly, but she knew how resourceful Cereza could be. There was still a chance she was alive.
"What about the body? Witnesses?"
"No witnesses. The body hasn't surfaced, but we'll keep an eye out. If it does, we'll recover it and dispose of her elsewhere."
"Good. Call me if that happens. Otherwise we'll speak again at the appointed time."
The line went dead and Jeanne closed her eyes as she flipped her phone shut.
'You were a good friend at times Cereza, but you were an even bigger source of trouble. I'm sorry it ended this way.'
Moments later her eyes reopened devoid of guilt, remorse or pity. A small smile played across her face as she set the phone down and picked up her oakleys. She slipped the elegant sunglasses over her eyes while pushing a button to scroll down the window at the front of the limo.
"William, put us in stealth mode. I'm going to get him."
"Yes Mistress."
William flipped a few switches on the dashboard of the extravagant vehicle and as Jeanne emerged from the side, the windows began to fully tint and small shields slid over the front and rear license plates, concealing them.
Jeanne sauntered across the street, her nose turned up at the seedy lower-middle class neighborhood. Her red, high heeled boots clacked on the pavement as her white scarf flowed in the cool breeze. She approached the shady looking building that housed Cereza's safe house, inspecting it carefully for any kind of security. There were no cameras, no sensors, no precautions of any kind that she could see.
'Of course there's no security. She never told anyone about this place but me.'
She looked around carefully as she entered the foyer, making sure no one else was around as she approached the door to Bayonetta's apartment.
'What a dump. Does anyone else even live here?'
She shrugged before taking hold of the door knob, turning it slowly and carefully to see if it was locked. It was of course. There was also a dead bolt situated just above. She eyed them suspiciously, wondering if it was even worth the effort to pick them.
' ... Fuck it.'
She closed her eyes and concentrated, a red glow beginning to creep over her lower body and illuminate the dim hallway.
James was completely absorbed in his game when a loud striking sound made him jump in the luxurious bean bag. A second, louder strike came two seconds later, the front door hurtling off its hinges and hitting the opposite wall, wood splinters flying everywhere and pieces of metal hitting the floor in a flurry of clanging sounds.
He dropped his controller and turned to look at the hallway entrance as Jeanne emerged from the shattered doorway. She held the door handle in her palm, casually tossing it aside before setting her sights squarely on James.
"Well hello there, slut. Having a bit of fun are we?"
"Jeanne ... what are you doing?"
"Same as you, having a bit of fun."
She grinned as she approached Bayonetta's toy rack, quickly selecting a pair of handcuffs and a rubber ball gag.
"Mistress never said anything about..."
"She's not your Mistress anymore. I am."
James' eyes went wide, recalling suddenly the words she'd spoken back at her mansion.
"What did you do to her? Where is Cereza?!?"
Jeanne shrugged, a coy look on her face as she approached him, her perfume invading his nostrils.
"Lying in a gutter somewhere? Hell if I know..."
She reached out and grabbed the chain connected to his collar and gave it a heavy tug, yanking him forward into her grasp.
"It doesn't really matter does it? You're mine now, and I'm going to take such good care of you."
He pushed her back immediately, his expression a combination of sadness and rage, his eyes beginning to water as a million horrible possibilities entered his mind. Jeanne stumbled back slightly, angered by his insolence, but maintaining her composure in light of the news she had just delivered.
"You fucking bitch! Did you do this just to get me?!?"
"Pfffft. Please... " she responded, picking up the slack on his chain once again. "Don't flatter yourself. There were a dozen reasons. You're just a nice little bonus."
She yanked the chain hard once again, pulling him forward and taking hold of his left arm.
"Now stop screwing around and submit like a good little boy."
James placed his right hand on her shoulder and pushed hard, wrenching his left arm back out of her grasp at the same time. She was strong for her size and build, but he was still stronger, barely. His posture exuded stoney resolve as she stumbled back once more.
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
Jeanne sighed, closing her eyes as she raised her hand up slightly, the palm of which had started to glow red.
"Fine ... the hard way then."
James' look changed from determination to fear and wonder as her entire upper body grew brighter and more red, the light spreading and concentrating around her.
In the blink of an eye she had crossed the distance and was wrestling with him, her arms grasping him tightly, her lips pursed in a wicked smile. Her strength was five times what it had been just moments ago and his limbs started to buckle under her unnatural might.
"What ... the fuck?!? LET ME GO YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!"
With little effort she cuffed his left hand and wrapped it around his back. She then grabbed his right arm and pulled it back, cuffing them together. He continued to yell as she plugged his mouth with the thick red ball, the leather straps buckling around his head.
"Now now, that's no way to talk to your new Mistress! But since I'm in a good mood, I'll forgive you just this time."
His arms secure and his mouth gagged, she embraced him from behind, wrapping her arms around his chest and purring into his ear.
"This is going to be so much fun! I don't know how, but you still have some pride left. After all Cereza and I have put you through, you still have a chip on your shoulder!"
Jeanne gave his ass a loud smack, kneading his flesh through the thick, latex suit, groping him up and down with one hand as she held him firmly with the other.
"You have a wonderfully deep throat and a nice, pliable ass on you, but I think your stubbornness is your real charm. Bitches like you are never as much fun once they're completely broken. Frankly, I hope it lasts forever!"
James grunted and yelled back at her, the gag allowing nothing but high pitched muffles through. He bucked and shook, but it was no use in her impossibly strong grip.
Jeanne reached back up for his leash and pulled it in the opposite direction, ripping the chain out of the bedpost with ease. She wound the length around her left hand until it was short enough for her liking, tugging it harshly as she stood and headed for the exit.
"Alright slut, time to go!"
Mr. Anderson plodded along behind the noisy lawn mower, sweating lightly as the machine ate up grass and fallen leaves. With the exception of the white limousine parked in front of his house, it had been a completely normal day so far.
Suddenly, he caught a streak of black and red out of the corner of his eye. He looked over his shoulder carefully, focusing on a woman in red, dragging what looked like a man covered in black rubber with his arms bound behind him. He let go of the mower's operating lever and it quickly buzzed to a stop a few feet away from him.
He placed his hands on his hips as he watched the unusual pair slowly make their way to the street, the woman constantly pushing, pulling and yelling at him as the rubbery guy stalled and bucked.
"Jesus tap dancing christ ... This used to be a quiet neighborhood."
As they crossed the street and got closer to the car, the woman finally noticed him staring. She gave Mr. Anderson a dazzling smile and a little wave of her hand before licking the rubber man's cheek and pushing him head first into the open door of the limo. She then blew Mr. Anderson a kiss before disappearing inside and slamming the door. Moments later, the limousine pulled out and sped down the street, a "Just Married" sign displayed prominently on the bumper.
Mr. Anderson watched the limo cruise into the distance, a blank expression on his face.
"I don't get these sex games."
The ride to Jeanne's mansion felt much longer than it had the first time. Even as she groped, licked and nibbled on him endlessly, his body splayed over the plush leather of the seats, James' mind was a knot of turmoil. His heart ached at the prospect that he may never see his true Mistress again. Jeanne ignored his melancholy, confident that he would fully succumb to her charms in time, giving him not a moments respite as she lavished him with unbridled affection.
When the limo arrived at its destination, she quickly hustled him inside and took him upstairs in her private elevator. James had given up any pretense of resistance at that point, knowing that it was futile and would only serve to piss her off. The supernatural display he had witnessed earlier, the source of her amazing strength and its connection to what he had seen earlier with Bayonetta occupied a corner of his distraught mind, but he was unable to focus.
Jeanne marched to her bedroom with her prize in tow, tossing open the doors to the enormous chamber and rushing him to her oversized canopy bed. She grabbed him by the harness of his ball gag and launched him face first onto the mattress, his bondage suited body smacking flat onto the wide surface.
She ducked down into his field of vision with a wild grin on her face.
"Home again, home again! Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back!"
She laughed as she rose and headed to the bathroom, her enormous erection evident through the skin tight leather of her costume. James could hear her heavy urination and subsequent washing as he struggled on the bed, his arms still cuffed tightly behind him.
His arms were sore, his jaw and tongue stung from the thick rubber gag and he needed to piss as well, but as he watched Jeanne exit the bathroom, her body suit half unzipped and stroking her thick cock hungrily, he knew there would be no relief for a while yet.
She walked back around the bed, approaching her bound slut from behind and immediately unzippered the pouch at his ass. His gift wrapped flesh opened up before her as the black latex peeled to the sides. She thrust three fingers into his ass swiftly, digging in and stretching his anal lips wide, her fat cock twitching impatiently as it rose to its full 18 inches.
"Do you believe in destiny James? I do. That you are now my property is just another confirmation that it is so. A woman like her had no right to a treasure like you. She didn't appreciate your true potential either."
Jeanne leaned down by his side, her lips hovering next to his ear.
"When I'm done with you, you are going to be ... perfect."
She rose back up and speared another finger into his quickly loosening asshole. James grunted into the ball gag as she opened him up swiftly. Finally, she pulled her fingers from his moist hole, bringing her hefty cock up to the crack of his ass and laying it between his cheeks. She slid it up and down several times, savoring the anticipation for a few moments.
"So much to do ... After we have a little fun, I'm going to go make an appointment for you to get those wonderful tattoos I promised. You're going to have your own special room, both upstairs and in the dungeon. They'll be well equipped in every way. And there will be other surprises as well..."
Her eyes closed as she allowed the tip of her cock to slide halfway down his crack and then pushed it between his fleshy cheeks, spearing her cockhead directly into his juicy pucker and ramming 9 inches of thick meat into his ass in her first thrust.
James groaned loudly, the already muffled cry dying in the thick comforter as Jeanne pulled her ravenous monster back and plunged in even deeper, the exquisite pleasure written across her face. The pungent smell of sex began to fill the room, the musky aroma of Jeanne's fleshy spear and hefty ball sack assaulting his nose.
"You'll never guess what my latest project is, slut ... and it's not like you can voice a guess right now anyway, so I'll just tell you. It's a volume enhancer."
She began thrusting her cock in faster; the white, meaty pole slurping in and out of his reddened asshole more vigorously. She cooed softly as 15 inches of her shaft tunneled into his well trained bowels, every muscle in her body urging her on, her hunger increasing by the second.
" ... a good amount of zinc in your diet will improve the quantity of your semen substantially. So will the right combination of amino acids. Mmmmmm ... yeah, give me that yummy boy pussy!"
Her breath became ragged as she continued, her excitement multiplying as she came closer and closer to plugging her bloated penis balls deep. She reveled in the experience, ecstatic to be drilling the perfect ass she'd waited so long to re-enter.
"I've been testing this myself by taking a high-grade zinc supplement, a protein powder, eating egg whites every morning and tailoring the rest of my diet to get the right acids. The results, as you'll soon see, are pretty astonishing..."
James attempted to buck and shake her as the meaning of her words sunk in, but it was way too late for that. He may as well have been rain soaked earth trying to resist an oil derrick. Her grip on his flanks was iron and her cock impaled his luscious ass to its full length, her large, fleshy balls smacking into his in familiar fashion.
"On top of that, I haven't cum in two days ... Oh yeah... OH FUCK!!!"
She began jack hammering her fat, turgid penis into his ass at lightning speed. Loud moans escaped her lips as she became rougher and more needy, lifting her right leg up and placing her foot on the bed, using her superior leverage to plunge into his sucking ass flesh even harder.
James' entire body went slack as she drilled impossibly deep into his anatomy, his limbs tensing in the already tight latex, his own moans rising in volume and changing from painful to blissful as his prostate lit up like a Christmas tree.
Her hips smacked his ass louder and louder as her wide open bodysuit flapped around her, her teeth gritting and a growl growing in her throat as she came closer and closer to climax, her bulging scrotum churning with untold levels of seed, her need for climax desperate.
"AHHHHHH!!! AGGGGHHHHHH!!! YEEEEESSSS!!!! FFFUUUUUUUUUUCCKKK!!! GGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
James' ass flooded with creamy ejaculate faster than he could ever recall, the thick, white syrup exploding from her glans and filling his anal walls. It glided along her slick cock flesh, pouring out around her plunging rod and forcing its way up into his intestines and beyond. Jeanne screamed and smacked his ass repeatedly, wailing like a banshee as she continued to bury her bloated fuck stick into his filth clogged rectum.
The jizz continued to gush out, inconceivably, each thrust into his ass accompanied by a deluge of ejaculate being forced out of his cheeks in a loud, wet slosh. He could feel the hot sludge climbing further and further up his bowels, backing him up and threatening to enter his stomach as her climax drove on seemingly without end.
Jeanne leaned back suddenly, withdrawing her pulsating schlong from his overflowing ass with an obscene slurp. She held it at a slight upward angle as semen continued to jet from the mushroom shaped head. Long, thick ropes of cum landed all over James' back and limbs, slowly covering him in viscous slime.
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“Oh goody!” Jeanne squealed. Her husband had just announced she was invited back to deer camp this year. She had a hot flash remembering the wonderful time she’d had last time. One of the older wives that had done the camp for years had moved away and all the guys had pressured her husband to let Jeanne fill the vacant spot. He hemmed and hawed but they kept reminding him of all the years he had been to the camp and it was his turn to contribute. You sure couldn’t blame...
Rapehouse 2: Finishing Jeanne "Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhh!!!!" a loud cry of terror is heard from Jeanne's cell as I smoke a cigarette outside and look at the moon. For the last 72 hours I have been getting paid to let people rape Jeanne, a girl I kidnapped from work. My conscience is kicking in so I think I'm about to let her go. She has been raped by 12 customers and an additional 4 people, Delta (me), and Charlie Bravo and Alpha (my staff). We are wanted by the police and must...
This year I've had time to start a few new stories but no time to finish any. Yet, I don't want 2011 to end with none posted. So here's a short one. Jeanne by Vickie Tern Hi, Charlene? What do you mean, so early -- it's past noon! No, I'm just calling to tell you that you were right! Absolutely right! Yes, it was marvelous, and there's lots more coming, I can't wait to tell you just how much more! He's...
I never shared that my story, "She Finally Did It", posted August 4 is actually true. Of course, I changed the names to protect the guilty.The story that I share here is the prelude to how Jeanne and I met. And yes, it is the gospel (probably the wrong word to use here) truth.As I alluded in "She Finally Did It", my wife was widowed when she and I met via an online dating service. I was divorced since the early 90's. As a single guy who really was pretty tame before divorcing, I let it all fly...
By January 3, David, Melanie and Josh were back in L.A. They had all gone to the New Year's Eve gig of the Clearwater Posse and had great fun. Of course, with David in his wheelchair, there had been no dancing. Melanie spent most of the night with her small tushy parked in David's lap. A few snide remarks and veiled accusations were made, but there was also a great number of people who were genuinely happy when David did a brief demo of his improving leg control. That night, Melanie also...
I have this one regular who comes in every Sunday night. He never gives me money, because for one thing, he’s just not a trick; and for another, he knows I want him probably more than he wants me. He fucks a lot of strippers at the club next door – in fact he’s even fucked my ex wife. I didn’t tell him that she’s my wife, but I asked him once if he’d ever been with Cherish - that's Dani's stage name - and he said he had. I don’t even know his name, but we’ve been having sex together for over 4...
le 2 avril 2018. Hier dans la matinée, Karine m'appelle sur mon portable (une copine rencontrée à l'Amphibi) pour me demander si je si disponible pour un plan cul c'est son mari (Henri) qui l'organise avec une "Maitresse" qu'il a découvert en allant sur son blog. Il veut éduquer Karine, qu'elle apprenne à se soumettre pour mieux la dominée, enfin bref je les ai rejoins. Henri, à beaucoup parlé de lui, de ces performances, bien installé dans un beau fauteuil un verre de Wiskys à la main.La...
Tonight, I am taking you into the Courtauld Institute Gallery in London. A glorious early eighteenth century manor in the heart of London, just a block away from the parliament buildings. The night guard tips his hat to us as we enter the building. You in a sleeveless black velvet gown, black shoes, toting a small evening purse. God you are ravishing. My very own Holly Golightly. I in a classic black tuxedo with the bowtie undone from your handiwork in the beautiful old fashioned London taxi we...
First of all, I think I must introduce myself, I am Jeanne, The CEO, and Omni. I think I can spare you all the details about how I obtained the source of reality and became one with it thus controlling what is and isn’t real. At that point multiple questions might be raised in the mind of someone inferior like you. Like what can I do, what can’t I do, and what will I do? What I can do? We can go with everything my dear little bug. Everything is right in my palm; the entire universe is...
Rachel is a 45 year old widow whose college student daughter lives with her during the time she is not in school. Rachel moved into a 3 bedroom unit in the complex after her lawyer husband died at 58 from lung cancer. Between the medical bills and the crazy business deals he had made there was not much left of the life insurance or the estate. He was millions in debt. She still thought and acted like she was rich but she was just hanging on. The reason she choose the complex is it had a...
I have been talking with men, and, most men say 'They like to fuck a smelling foul pussy!' because, it give them pleasure during sex, and, like the smell of sex in the room, more like a workout. My quesion is, What do you prefer, a smelling foul pussy? or, a pussy don't have no scent at all?PS. If wondering about my pussy, my pussy don't have no scent.
It all happened like this, my husband always worked a lot during these 6 years that we are together, and I decided to open a shop to help him. As I worked with c***dren's products, most of the clients were women obviously ... the business was going well, like everything that starts and I met Vanessa, a 19 year old girl who called herself a perigone, she was very beautiful, she went out with several guys, he would take her to her house and have sex with them, then he would tell his colleagues… I...
Whitney was so excited to be able to pick Anny Aurora to fool around with and can not wait to get her naked so she can bury that face in that sweet pussy! Whitney knows just what to do to get Anny wet and wastes no time cleaning that pussy up. Anny Gets Whitney bent over and goes to town with her fingers taking them as deep as she can go while Whitney rubs on that clit of hers! This Cherry of the Month knows just what she has to do to cum and what a partner to have with Anny. The girls kiss and...
xmoviesforyouI walk into the living room of the apartment I share with four other girls. Danielle is sitting on the couch watching TV, with her current man, Blake. ‘Hey Brianna. Where you going all dressed up?’ Danielle asks. ‘To a party, for a friend of mine.’ ‘Oh well have fun.’ ‘Where’s everybody else?’ I ask Danielle. ‘Nicole is with Jack, or that’s where I’m assuming she is. Addison is at work. Chely is, who knows where?’ ‘Wow, we never seem to all be home at the same time anymore. Well I’ll see...
‘Come with me,’ Nina whispered in my ear at the end of the party. I’d been chatting with her earlier as she was so beautiful and I have something of an obsession with Indian girls, and she’d seemed really nice. Everyone else was either collapsed in a drunken heap, asleep, in couples or a combination of the three, but neither of us had drunk anything that evening. I followed her wondering where she was taking me, and admiring her shapely form under her tight white t-shirt, short black skirt and...
"Why?" I asked my sexy wife. The one who still looked like she was in her early twenties in spite of being ten years older. The one with the full sexy figure that drew men's eyes like a magnet, women's too. She had always been a flirt. I had suspected she had gone further than flirting a few times but could never be sure. And to tell you the truth I didn't worry about it, she was the perfect wife. I had never been as happy as the 6 years we had been married. Especially in bed. She was...
Corec stared, frowning, at the four tower shields—the three they’d hauled up from the armory the day before, and the heavy one he’d found with the enchanted weapons. “What’s wrong?” Katrin asked, joining him. “I can’t figure out what to do with them,” he admitted. She snickered. “Then why did you bring them out?” “I was hoping something would occur to me,” Corec said. Boktar had refused to carry one, preferring to stick with his heater shield so he could remain more mobile. Nedley didn’t...
Pre remark: I have not written this Story but have had it for a long time in my Archive. It is from an unknown site and dont know about the author or copyright. If there is somebody having the copyright, please inform me and I will delete it immediately. Thank you An adventurous family My wife, son, daughter and I were tired. We had hiked all afternoon up the mountain, then set-up camp for the night. My son and I made ourselves a nice camp, well organized, as my wife and daughter...
Mandy Meadows is being slaved and dominated by Mr. Pete. She does whatever you ask and is going to be spit on her face, dominated totally. She got her throat fucked hard, deep and fast and is slapped around as she looks up. Every time she is fucked she asks for more. After taking the throat invasion by big cock, the guy took turns stretching out her tight pussy and asshole. Once her holes were used and abused, she sat down to take a load of cum dumped on her face heavily covered with jizz...
xmoviesforyouSexy Latina Nina Lopez is packing a pair of beautiful, big natural tits. Tyler Steel is tasked with oiling them up & rubbing them down. He soaks her top so her fat boobs are visible through her shirt. He unleashes the girls and jiggles and squeezes them, exactly like you know you want to yourself. Nina gets turned on as he puts his fingers deep in her wet pussy. She turns around to expose her naked ass to him – Tyler uses both hands to penetrate her cunt in this position. Nina is...
xmoviesforyouSince there are only four kids and the teacher, we don’t head back to the school. Mr. Bentley drops us off at our homes. There is still a lot of excitement from coming in 2nd. When we get to Tyler’s place, we all get out of the van. His Mom sees the big commotion in the driveway and comes outside to see why we didn’t just drop off her son and leave. Tyler is jumping up and down in excitement as he tells her, “MOM, WE CAME IN SECOND.” She squeals in excitement and hugs her son then heads...
I love my job as the photographer for Fantasies For Women magazine. It's like Playgirl meets Cosmopolitan, but with more photos and stuff. My name's Kristy Garrison. I was so excited about to do photo work for the magazine's debut issue. My very first photo op was a photo shoot for the cover and centerfold with an up-and-coming male supermodel named Frederico Di Pellani from Italy. He was tall, dark, buff, and handsome. He had short, black hair, deep, soulful chocolate brown eyes, chiseled...
Dear patient readers. After all your helpful and intelligent comments on Chapter 1, I read it over again to myself and blushed with embarrassment at my indulgence. My only sissy excuse is that I thought I'd try to set the tone by trying to describe what we all do when we're doing the ironing, and that's just think about anything that comes into our silly heads. Silly me! This Chapter takes the poor husband yet further down the path towards Evil Elizabeth's goal; BUT, there is more or...
The trill of my cell phone dragged me awake. I checked my watch; three-thirty-five A.M. “Yeah?” “What the Hell is going on, Lightfoot?” Mike yelled. Confused, I informed him, “Nothing.” “Did you do it? No. I know you didn’t. SHIT!” he exclaimed. “You need to get the Hell out of there NOW! And I mean NOW!” As sleep fell away, I asked, “What the fuck is going on, Mike?” “General Hollister’s dead.” “Shit! How?” “Heart attack.” Now really confused, I said, “I’m sorry to hear it. Callie’s...
I'm 24 and in good shape. I don't exercise, but I eat alright and have a physically demanding job, so it keeps me in check. My cock is a modest 6.5 inches, 7 on a good day. Just putting it out there now, I'm not gay. I am very much attracted to women. I wouldn't even say I'm bi. Like at all. I don't find any man "attractive." The only thing I like about men is their cocks. The idea of a cock in my mouth and/or ass, or mine in theirs turns me on to no end. Other than that, guys do...
A flash of lightning tore the sky apart, momentarily lighting up the castle’s ramparts. The storm was still far away over the sea, but the approaching clouds would release showers of fine spray, wetting the stones. The young king continued his walk around the ramparts, checking that all guards were in place. He cursed the blast of wet wind that hit his face. Why had his father’s grandfather built his castle in this godawful place. He knew the answer. Situated on this promontory with sheer...
Gay Male“Less than three weeks until I see you!” “Wish it was three days,” I moaned. “Me too. But hey, just think how good it will feel when we pull into your driveway!” Heather chirped. “I know, I know. I’m happy that you at least convinced them to leave a day earlier from Idaho.” Heather tittered. “We’ll have three days plus a little to ski and hang out. We’ll make the most of it, Matt. So how’s the suit?” “It’s actually pretty cool,” I admitted evenly. “Nice. You know you’re going to have to...
I’ve been divorced for a number of years and although many men browse through the internet finding articles for women written by women regarding dating after a divorce, I have yet to find any articles that dealt with the issues of dating for men, written by men on how date or avoid these personality types after a divorce. After a few years of extensive research by myself, I have categorized some women into some very recognizable groups that many of you haven’t articulated in your own minds...