2 years ago
Deadly Male-Milkers TJ Ryder http://www.midnightx.com/ Todd had high hopes for the party tonight at Clarissa's. He had justgotten off a 6 month navy cruise and this was the beginning of a longawaited furlough in New York. He'd already made up his mind that if hedidn't see any chance of scoring in the first hour he'd head for TimesSquare and find a working girl to take the pressure off his...
3 years ago
Hobo and the Proper Villain were a common sight in the Crossroads. And they usually drew smiles with the PV riding along on Hobo’s back. Pilar or Walker, often both of them, took Hobo out almost every day. But even when she wasn’t along, her presence is felt. I was walking through the Wrigley lobby one afternoon and I heard Pilar speaking firmly to Scout and shy little Wally Maypole, “Remember, it’s Hobo’s walk, not yours. It’s a dog walk, not a people walk.” Both men nodded...
3 years ago
She crept away slowly on her hands and knees, her heart pounding like a drum inside her chest, jeans covered in mud and dirt. She covered her ears and shut her eyes tightly as she heard terrible cries of pain echoing in the distance as he took them away one by one, sacrificing them to this strange creature, this Entity. She cried into her hands, holding her mouth shut trying to stay quiet. Whilst streams of tears ran down her face, she quietly prayed, “Please, don’t let him catch me, I don’t...
3 years ago
"Seat them in the waiting room, for now." I told her, I could see she was concerned but did as I asked. Within half an hour all 20 had appeared and were sitting in the room waiting for whatever they were expecting. As I walked in I saw they were disappointed, good they were about to learn the hard way not to judge too quickly. I heard several laugh and stand to walk out, many grumbling they thought they were being taught by a great, if not the greatest enforcer of all time. Smiling I...
2 years ago
another day of waiting. Looking at the bed, the raven haired beauty turned to look at me, her perfect breasts moving in unison with her body. "Tyrome! Come back to bed! You've only filled me twice this morning!" she cried. It was the same every morning, had I not been a mage I know I'd have been dead by now for sure. True she wasn't the best lay but what she lacked in technique, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. "I'll be back," I said as I pulled my shirt on, "Then we...
4 years ago
"Chicago, the windy city." they call it. I just think its cold as fuck... I'm driving down I'm driving west on 290, toward the western side of downtown, to my office. I take a cigarette out of my pack on the passenger's seat. Using the zippo lighter my father gave to me on his death bed, I light up. It's 8:53 and my office is closed, but it's a good place to be if you wanna get drunk and be alone. This girl, Nancy, keeps calling me. I met her in a bar a week, maybe 9 or 10...
2 years ago
I just think its cold as fuck... I'm driving down I'm driving west on 290, toward the western side of downtown, to my office. I take a cigarette out of my pack on the passenger's seat. Using the zippo lighter my father gave to me on his death bed, I light up. It's 8:53 and my office is closed, but it's a good place to be if you wanna get drunk and be alone. This girl, Nancy, keeps calling me. I met her in a bar a week, maybe 9 or 10 days, ago. Anyway, we hit it off, or so...
2 years ago
* A repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit. * Sam’s truck turned the corner and disappeared. Hidden behind the curtain, wrapped in the silk kimono, Sherry stared at the distant stop sign. Selfishly, she’d asked Sam to bring Chris back for a late dinner. But he had other obligations, and she understood — mostly. To the outside world they were just friends. Maybe that’s how it would always be. But the chance to have a family of her own felt so close, the thought of failure knotted...
3 years ago
* This is a repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit. * Chapter 10 The sun beat down noonday hot as Sherry and Sam made the sweaty hike from the courthouse to the truck. A good fight had been fought with no clear victory. Fatigued by wounded hearts, neither had the strength to begin the battle debriefing. The truck interior had reached a flesh frying Fahrenheit. Sam opened the doors, rolled down the windows, and turned on the engine. ‘It feels like hell in there.’ ‘Here’s a news...
2 years ago
Copyright Oggbashan October 2015 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Minor revision 30 October 2015 I was shaking so much as I put the phone down that I collapsed onto the settee. I didn’t believe it. It couldn’t be true, yet the Coroner’s Clerk had been very explicit. ...
4 years ago
You woke up laying on a mattress in your basement in Los Angeles, California. Looking around you remember that only a week ago the world had became a living hell. You remember your dad and mom calling telling you something was wrong, they told you it was zombies. In disbelief you just turned off your phone thinking they were just crazy. Eventually you realized they were not crazy. Now that you were out of your daze you looked around checking your supplies looking over your shelves in the bottom...
Fantasy
2 years ago
Trent was on his way catching hist newest trophies, the girls of the Dead or Alive Tournament. He smirked he would fuck the hell of all DOA girls. He would use his supernatural powers to subdue them to his will. His first target was Tina Armstrong the busty american beauty.
4 years ago
My name is John Doe and I am in my third year in college. Every year my parents go on a vacation for a month and I come back to house sit. That way I can mow the lawn and take care of the pool. I also help my old coach teach soccer. I love the game and it keeps me in shape. My parent’s house is in a dead-end street and the field is at the end of the street. Just cross a couple of trees, jump the creek, over the fence and you’re there. So it’s much closer than my apartment. I help Monday,...
4 years ago
I was at a cruising spot to see what I could hook up with and attempted to move to another spot when my battery died. I looked around for a guy to jump my car and sigh no luck. I sat there for about 15 minutes when this car pulled in. The fellow just remained in his car and I went over to ask if he had jumpers when I noticed he was tweaking his nippels. I smiled and asked what he was into . He said he loved having his nipples sucked. He said he had really big nipps. The curiosity got the best...
Gay
2 years ago
Dead in Tinsel TownThe rumour around town was that Lauren Titepartz would do pretty much anything to get the part-- behind the glitz and glamour of Hollywood is the sleaze and darkness of a business and a city that takes pretty things and forever ruins them. There are no angels in this city - but there are monsters. I know because I'm one of those monsters. Sure, I'm one of the good guys but I do bad things to bad people. To them I'm a monster. I come knocking at your door then you better have...
3 years ago
I haven't been able to sleep lately. I started a new shift at work, and it seems like the world is always asleep, while I'm awake at crazy hours, working hard to afford the life I want us to live. I never wanted her to feel like I didn't care about her needs, because I do. I guess I just have trouble exspressing how I feel sometimes. But i do it all for her. I do it all for us. She says I don't try hard enough to make time for her. She says that I concern myself too much with money, and the...
3 years ago
I parked my old Ford Ranger pick up truck in the North Carolina Baptist Hospital furthermost guest parking lot. From the seat I removed the cardboard coffee holder and the paper bag. I sat there parked between two work trucks to eat my animal fat on a biscuit. I also contemplated what had brought me to that place at that time. It was a chore I dreaded even though it marked the end of a twenty year wait. Nothing really concerned me about the visit except how I might react. I had some unfortunate...
2 years ago
"I'll be dead by the time I am 30" Where did that thought come from? Was it prompted by the fact that tonight, on her 29th birthday, she was standing on a dark street corner in the rain waiting for some "John" to pay to have sex with her? Carol hoped she could get a "date" tonight. Dates had been few and far between lately. She was very aware that her looks had faded. When she looked in the mirror she could see her sagging breasts, her big ass and her thick waist and knew that she was...
2 years ago
In The Pit The view from several hundred feet above the Berkeley Pit should have been breathtaking. The lights from the city of Butte sparkled like a bank of landbound stars, and the shadows of the nearby mountains were slumbering giants, each of them dreaming of Ragnarok when they could awaken and do battle with the gods of old. However, Dana couldn’t help but pay more attention to the fact that Lily was being far too quiet tonight. After arriving at the hotel, the succubus had announced...
4 years ago
The Party Cyrus closed his eyes and breathed in deeply through his nose, allowing the natural humidity of the island to flood through his sinuses. Memories of trips to Greece, South Africa, and even parts of the Philippines while hunting a rogue naga flitted behind his eyes, but he tuned them out. There was something about the scent of salt in the air that relaxed him, made him feel at ease. Maybe someday, if he lived long enough, he would retire off the coast and take up fishing. Or maybe...
2 years ago
The sun was rising outside the window a huge fireball of anger, yeah; it was gonna be another scorcher, another day of waiting. Looking at the bed, the raven haired beauty turned to look at me, her perfect breasts moving in unison with her body. "Tyrome! Come back to bed! You've only filled me twice this morning!" she cried. It was the same every morning, had I not been a mage I know I'd have been dead by now for sure. True she wasn't the best lay but what she lacked in technique, she...
4 years ago
I stood there staring at the door after Toni and the council had left, that's all I needed was twelve sex hungry feeling deprived females. The worst being that I was the subject of their obsession, the more I thought about it the more I was starting to like the idea of killing Toni. Celina came in a few minutes later, obviously I hadn't answered her call. I noticed she came in with her power and shields at full strength, 'bout time someone got something right around here. I remembered the...
2 years ago
As I walked out of Benny's building then started toward home, I noticed that not a single troll got anywhere near me. Looking at the many, about to kill their selves to get out of my way, actually made me feel a hell of a lot better. I just had to get my levels higher, I mean 5 levels was damn good I'd say I was 3 past the most powerful on the council but knowing Cedrick he'd upped at least 20 levels in 200 years I was 1 higher than him then, so he was 19 then I did 5 so I had 14 more to...
3 years ago
I'd finally gotten everything put away when a few hours later when my friend showed up. At first I hadn't noticed him as I had been working on something special for tomorrow. "I don't know what you said or did to Wilhelmina but I have to say I most definitely approve!" Seeing the startled look on his face I could only chuckle and imagine his reaction to her when she got home. "I can't take all the credit for that, some yes, but not all, I had a visitor, and your wife interfered." I...
2 years ago
As soon as I had filled the pot with water for the spaghetti, I realized that I had an interesting situation on my hands. If I prepared the spaghetti and she didn't wake up, it would get cold and stale very quickly. I really didn't want to have her wait too long after waking up to be able to offer her something to eat so the question was a paradox; cook now, cold later or don't cook now and wait longer for it to be ready. Why didn't I settle on something simple and easy like a ham and...
2 years ago
After the table was set and the candles lit, Maggie told me to sit down. She announced I always ruined a good steak so I was to stay away from the grill. We all laughed when Tracy told me that I had been 'Pussy Whipped'. Of course, when I sat down, she climbed on my lap, leaned her head on my chest, snuggling tightly against me. As usual, my arms reached around her and she purred a sigh. "I like being here," she told me. "I feel safe." "Good," I replied. "That's the way I want...
3 years ago
The birds and squirrels let me know that I was fairly safe. I resolved to keep looking for wildlife. As long as I saw birds I wouldn't get really paranoid. I spent the day reacquainting myself with the trails on the property. Sixteen years really hadn't done much to the property. My walk left me with a sense of calm. When would I die? I had no clues. I could be riddled with cancers within a year or last for decades. The only indicators that I knew of were only available thru a blood...
4 years ago
Note - Luchadores Maximos is the creation of Cgdurck. Thanks! Cat and Mouse: The Grandparents By Bluto "Well," Gaby thought, "for someone called The Medium, I'm sure being surprised a lot lately." And an unwelcome surprise it was, indeed, as she stared at Mr. and Mrs. Montana, parents of one Mickey Montana, better known as Mick Montana, but now known simply as Micki, because Mick Montana no longer exists. No, 28-year-old male, detective and superhero Mick Montana was...
2 years ago
All of my stories are true. They are real and a few possibly embellished a little to add effect. Most to all of what you will read consist of incest, animal sex, and interracial sex. Some violent sex, piss drinking, gangbanging, a touch of necrophilia, and a many other categories of good ole America whore sex. Be WARNED If you do not like please do not read. First My Grandparents; Chapter 1: My parents trusted me to an extent but they did not trust me with other people at all,...
4 years ago
Her next episode with Deathmaster was as spooky as the others. It occurred at an abandoned industrial complex far from anywhere. The buildings opened into tall structural steel frames that rose hundreds of feet into the air. She was forced to climb, naked, up rusted steel ladders and follow narrow walkways until she reached the appointed place of her "event." There Sally was introduced to a strange man who looked tormented. Deathmaster explained that this man, like Sally, wanted the thrill...
4 years ago
The following weekend, Sally made up her mind. It was another hot, steamy summer night. She put on black nylons, a very short mini-skirt, a low cut top, and high heels, then drove to the sleezy part of town. There, she rented a room another run-down old hotel. The old hotel clerk didn't blink an eye, although she noticed him looking her over. Sally nervously walked out on the street and took a place along the side of a building, near a street light. She noticed that the street was almost...
1 year ago
My mother called me. At work. First Autumn, now ... Flora Jennings. “Winter, can you come by?” Mom knew I worked, had my own office. But since I was no longer with the KCPD, nor employed by a real company, she simply hadn’t accepted that I do anything worthwhile. In fact, after Reggie left me, and before Vanessa married me, my mother regarded me as ... sad. A loser. Couldn’t keep a man, couldn’t find a real job. So it didn’t surprise me that she would expect me to drop whatever...
4 years ago
She reached out as she had done the first day with one hand, one finger tracing my jaw line, she leant in and kissed the place her fingers vacated but this time she did not remove her mouth, instead running her tongue swiftly across my jaw, involuntarily I felt myself suck in my breath, one arm frozen to my side with fear the other clutching my towel around me I found myself shiver with what I must admit was excitement. She drew back to look at me her fingers tilting my chin, she could not...
4 years ago
Time for the first big test of the Whittaker Fund. Karl Hoffstatter had been given three sample batches of supposedly-stolen ammunition. Which, circuitously, wound its way to three different Nazi compounds. Roger ‘Hoppy’ Cransdale had been the trusted courier each time. Free samples ... that stage of the operation was over. The 5.56 NATO rounds had pleased the Aryan, had pleased the white nationalists. Now it was time for Hoffstatter to start paying. For a significant-sized shipment — a...
2 years ago
Tyrome awoke a few hours later, feeling Cloe snuggle closer startled him a moment 'til the day before came flooding back into his mind. Getting up he had to get ready for another day of training with these young enforcer wannabes. Sighing it was going to be a long day today he was hoping the training they had done yesterday had strenghtened them up some, if not then they'd work on it more, Funny thing not many knew of the exercises to increase power, hell it seemed like something he'd have...
3 years ago
My grandparent recently past away and I was given the task of clearing out there house, I had finished clearing the main house and went to the garage to start on that. In one corner under a sheet i found a old cardboard box, it was taped up so I threw in on the back of the ute and thought i would check it later at home, guessing it would be old books or something. I finished clearing up and took it all home, later in the evening I bought the box inside and opened it up, surprised i found...
3 years ago
I kicked the stainless steel container. I screamed my frustration and kicked it again. It was about 4 am, I was alone, working. I hadn’t slept in days. The project was behind, and I was working flat out. You need sleep. Anything more you do will only cause further delays. Go sleep John. I know this one won’t work either. But I’ve got to waste time building it so the crew can get the next one right. But there’s a deadline. My heart lurched at the word ‘deadline.’ Sleep John. You will be on...
3 years ago
It was only two weeks before she called Deathmaster again. He had told her that eventually he would kill her. She had no safe word, no assurance that she would be ok. He called them games but the consequences absolutely real. She had seen personally seen two people die already and he had said that there were others before. This should have been a deterrent but she was addicted. She could not go back to a normal life. The most hardcore BDSM seemed like child's play by comparison. He had...
2 years ago
Sally was shaking when she kept this appointment. She knew that her chance of being murdered this time was higher than ever before. While she entered the stark looking abandoned prison building with dread, she was also sensually aroused by the danger. He was waiting just inside the door. There he forced her to strip her clothes, then put her hands behind her back and handcuffed her. Next he snapped iron manacles on both ankles. They were attached by a short chain so it was difficult for Sally...
2 years ago
The sexual excitement of the first session was so intense she could not stop thinking about it. She wanted badly to do it again, but she knew that each time she had an encounter with Deathmaster, he might kill her. But that was part of the thrill. After about a week of rationalizing, telling herself how foolish it was to risk everything for that moment of intense orgasmic pleasure, Sally found herself making the call. She wanted to do it one more time. And that will be the end of it, she...
4 years ago
Introduction Hexton was a tiny, quiet village, stubborn in it’s defiance of the progression of the world of the future in general. Even in the early 21st century the residents insisted on living simple lives, heavily centred around a fear of Christ and an almost primitive dependence on the church. Hex had a lot of similarities with the village. She wasn’t exactly tiny but her small, slim frame, supporting perfectly shaped quite large breasts gave her a delicate almost fragile appearance,...
4 years ago
My name’s Hex. Odd name huh? So I’ve recently been told by the sniggers of the matron here. Me? Well I sort of like it, it’s simple and uninformative, it doesn’t tell much about me, which suits me fine because I don’t have much to tell, I don’t know anything to tell even if I wanted to. I’m shortish, or petite if you prefer, just pushing 5ft 5, I’m slim I’d like to say skinny but my chest is 34DD, or so I’ve just been informed ,so I can’t exactly be that tiny and I guess my hips are quite big...
4 years ago
The first time I laid eyes on him my heart pounded rapidly against my chest. He was tall, lean, slightly dark skinned with short black hair, and had the most beautiful eyes of brown and a touch of blue. He was absolutely gorgeous, a god! I met him at my husband’s work dinner party. We had smiled at each other and felt the burning desire in both of us that we wanted each other. His name was Matt Graham and a paramedic at the local emergency centre. As I sat near the bar drinking my third or...
4 years ago
A life, is complied of deeds, choices in which anything can happen, choices along the way keep us the way we are or who we are.....So, what gender are you?
3 years ago
The first time I laid eyes on him my heart pounded rapidly against my chest. He was tall, lean, slightly dark skinned with short black hair, and had the most beautiful eyes of brown and a touch of blue. He was absolutely gorgeous; a god! I met him at my husband's work dinner party. We had smiled at each other and felt the burning desire in both of us that we wanted each other. His name was Matt Graham and a paramedic at the local emergency centre. As I sat near the bar drinking my third or...
Straight Sex
4 years ago
I'm not gonna sugarcoat it or pretty it up any- Wilma Fingerdoo was a cast iron bitch on wheels but she was one hell of a looker and that was part of the problem that had gotten me into the predicament that I know found myself in. That and the fact that I was down on my luck and on my last dollar. Having a moral centre might have helped but what can I say I'm a shitbag and I move in shitty circles in a swamp of a city and if you're not careful enough, not devious enough or just not downright...
4 years ago
I said to Matt, “Okay, what don’t you like?” About my carefully crafted Wexler plan. He didn’t smile, didn’t attempt to soften the gut-punch. “Everything. I dislike everything.” I stifled myself. Bit back a two-word obscenity. This was why I was here; to tap into his combat experience. Field experience. Matt said, “Lose ... what’s her name?” “Rachael Adams.” He nodded. “Forget Enterprise, forget Best Western. You’re going off the grid.” I frowned. “Another thing. You’re too reliant on...
1 year ago
My fourth day in DC, Thursday. Wednesday had been devoted to tearing down a lot of what I’d worked a lifetime to build up. Including some considerable amount of self-esteem. I felt an odd detachment looking into the mirror. A strange sensation for me. Matt understood that I was displeased. And he was certainly sensitive enough not to tease me about my temporary appearance. I tried for bright, “So what’s today’s agenda?” “Contact lenses. Ever wear them?” “No. Well, a couple of times....
4 years ago
I needed a diversion. Needed to get Jill Morton out of her house. Hubby was in fucking Ecuador. Flew there from Panama. I wanted to talk with the two remaining adoptees. In private. I also needed a Syrian translator. Even though the kids had been in Kansas City for two and three years, I didn’t know how good their English would be. Jill Morton home-schooled them. As she had done with Emmy for the six weeks she was there. Those kids were simply too isolated; the environment too insular. For...
4 years ago
The investigation into that monster, Beryl Thatcher, was starting to pay dividends. Jill Morton, on the advice of her team of high-powered attorneys, was cooperating fully. Morton, with her husband still at large, was now scrambling to peel years off of her impending sentence. Forensic accountants from Sandra Fleming’s Kansas City team, turned up what they believe is the only hidden bank account that Thatcher had. Her face crumbled when they showed her the Asset Forfeiture paperwork. At...
4 years ago
Matt picked me up at Reagan — I could get used to this. He drove directly home, directly to his Georgetown crib. We were showered and in bed ten minutes later. ‘We’ being Matt and the redheaded Barbara Reynolds. My fella was especially aggressive, frisky, upbeat. I didn’t mind. My tummy registered a faint disapproval signal at skipping lunch, but I explained, “Chill, we’re on our way to Shake Shack.” Specifically to the one near Dupont Circle. Shake Shack, in case you don’t know, is a...
3 years ago
The black-car driver held a sign — R. Adams — up to his chest. Dapper little dude, Thin Man mustache. Thick, nasal, accent straight outta The Bronx that would never pass William Powell’s lips. He offered to carry the commodious shoulder bag, my only luggage for this trip. “No thanks, I got it.” I sat in back of the Town Car, leaned forward and showed him the address in a remote area of Queens. “Jeez, lady. You don’ wanna go there. Where ya’ from, Paducah?” I could do New York. And did it...
3 years ago
I was building frequent flyer miles like crazy. For the first time in my life. The FBI policy was to let contract consultants like Daddy and me keep our miles. Fair enough since we didn’t qualify for the standard benefits package. But now that I was working, however indirectly, for the US Senate, I wondered what the policy would be. I was spending time thinking about trivia like that because it was a break from thinking about ... no progress. My brilliant serial number breakthrough hadn’t...
3 years ago
Pillow talk. “How long have you known Constance?” Matt smiled, “Almost thirty years.” “How is ... I mean, you would have been a child.” Another smile, “Connie and my father...” I bolted up, “What! You’re kidding!” “It was just a fling. For both of them. Two ships and all that.” “God.” I tried to get my mind around that one. “Did your father ever talk about her?” Matt stretched, fluffed my hair, “Just regular stuff ... nice lady. Smart lady.” He chuckled, I just remembered one thing he...
3 years ago
So far as the FBI and Matt Striker were concerned, my Rachael Adams ID was still ... okay. But I had created her myself and she’d been around for four years. I’d put her on the shelf for future consideration. If I needed to travel incognito, I’d use a new, Quantico-supplied deck — Jennifer Hawthorne Matthews. A married gal of 25. Which I can easily pass for. Married and 25. Sandra Fleming told me, “Solid credit history, stable work record, everything will hold up to scrutiny. But if anyone...
3 years ago
I thought about Wexler. About Sheridan, Wyoming. I’d fled there, into the arms of the FBI, the morning Wexler shot out my rear window when I was on that River Crow Reservation in Montana. Wyoming is just across the Montana state line. Wexler’s birthplace and previous residence. It may be his current address too. But in any case, Wyoming would be familiar territory. He’d been there, to the WHITES compound before. For the Meriwethers on his nationwide tour of supremacist groups. His escape...
2 years ago
Two parallel investigations — sometimes intersecting, sometimes intertwined. The FBI, supervised by Ash Collins, was focused primarily on illegal weapons — manufacturing and sales. And chasing the gun money, possibly diamonds, around the world. Matt Striker, reporting to Constance Grayson, was all things Meriwether. Their PAC, their possible connections to Wexler and Hoffstatter. And, just maybe their connections to diamonds. I was, for now, relegated to the sidelines. Impatiently so. Ash...
4 years ago
(All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years old) In the year 2069, middle of Autumn; Ashfield city is the third largest metropolis in the world with a hefty population of around twenty-seven million people crammed together in what you call home. You being Michael Knight. You're an above average twenty-one year old man, with a height of six-foot, a decently toned body and an incredible academic intelligence due to the prestigious college you attend. However you have mostly coasted...
2 years ago
I sighed deeply as night after night I found myself here, trudging through the darkness, the moonlight illuminating my way forward. There were others like me, sometimes we would help each other sometimes not, either way it didn’t matter to me. I’d learned all I needed from this place and escaping from here had become nothing more than a simple chore. Still, I guess in not really knowing what else to do; it was time to get to work. x x x x x x In this perpetual night time she sat glancing...
4 years ago
"Shit! You mean she was that way with all of you?" I asked shocked. "I thought to you guys she'd at least be a lot more civil. Laughing the elder nodded his head then he got serious, "How many more levels have you gone up?" The elder asked him. "As of today I have raised seven and a half, I might have enough to piss him off that's about it, I might even get him to feel it." I told him with all seriousness. "Seven and a half? Crap son I can only think of one, no two...
3 years ago
This is a repost of a romance story with some minor edits. The other chapters will soon follow. The water formed a channel down the valley of Sam’s back as he sat in the shower, head in hands. Today marked the first anniversary of Jan’s death, and the warmth of the shower was an oasis from cold reality. When the water heater drained of comfort, Sam stepped out and toweled off. Picking up the blow dryer, he evaporated a fog patch from the mirror and began to shave. ‘Why did it have to be on...
3 years ago
* This is a repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit.* Chapter 4 Concealed in the shadowy hallway, Sam gazed into the sun-streaked bedroom, transfixed by a sense of déjà vu. Sharon posed in front of the full-length mirror, wearing Jan’s lingerie. Twirling left and then right, she inspected the provocative image. Her hands smoothed the fabric, making it conform to her curves. Turning away from the mirror, she looked over her shoulder to see the back, while Sam enjoyed the front. The...
4 years ago
A repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit. Chapter 3 While Chris floated on his dinosaur pool toy, Sam drowned in self-incrimination. ‘Why did I do that?’ When they’d left Sharon’s house to pick up the repair parts, he had every intention of returning to replace the ball cock and be done. However, he couldn’t face her after that… assault? ‘What-the-hell was that? Oh yeah, my Respectful Employee training called it SEXUAL HARASSMENT, so much for my high moral standards. The first...
4 years ago
*A repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit.* Chapter 5 Anxious dreams pushed Sam to consciousness. Finding himself alone in bed, he bolted upright. The green teddy was draped over the back of the desk chair and Sherry’s clothes were gone. He ran to the window. Her car was gone, as well. After pulling on shorts, Sam searched for a note, or any sign that she left without regrets, but found no clue. In his mind’s eye, Sam replayed their after-cuddling for hints of trouble. They had...
4 years ago
* This is a repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit. * Chapter 6 Saturday dawned wonderfully dreary. The rain pelting the windows made a delightful sound. It signaled a rainout for the Deacon’s painters. Chris was away all afternoon, on a play-date with cousins. Which meant she’d have lingering time alone with Sam, while he made the promised plumbing repairs. Her flesh heated just thinking about his plumbing prowess. Sherry assessed her reflection in the bathroom mirror. A...
3 years ago
*A repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit.* ****** Sam enjoyed the landscape of Sherry’s body, as the shower rained on her pink hills and valleys. His fingers slid from her satisfied clitoris to splash in her belly button pond. Wrapping his arms just under her breasts, he hugged her, and whispered, “You’re beautiful.’ In the quiet afterglow, while holding her in his lap, he thought of Jan, and realized three years had passed since making love had been uncomplicated by illness....
4 years ago
* This is a repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit. * Chapter 11 ‘What have I done?’ reverberated in Sherry’s mind as they began the three-hour drive to their honeymoon hideaway. After all, she didn’t really know Sam — not well, not long. She’d been single for over seven years, now suddenly she was a wife and a mother with all the responsibilities that go with those titles. The desire to run and hide from this relational revolution continued to build. An old expression, “Be careful...
2 years ago
This is a repost of an old romance story with a new edit. Chapter 8 Sherry’s orgasm bounced like a skipping stone, one diminishing peak after another, and then the final splash. Her overloaded senses didn’t identify the moisture on her face, until a drop fell on her lips. Reawakened taste buds recognized the saltiness of a tear. Sam hid his face in the pillow, and said, ‘Thank you.’ Unsure of what happened, she hugged him, and crossed her legs over his back to hold him as close as humanly...
4 years ago
Repost of an old romance story with a new edit. *** Morning brought Sam a fresh perspective. His suspicion about Sharon’s motives could be resolved with a phone call to the church’s head Deacon, Jack Donegan — affectionately known as the leader of the ‘God Squad’. The church deacons’ specialized in helping single women with their house and car repairs. If Sam could erase Sharon’s repair needs, he’d be less skeptical about why she approached him. The plan had merit. After the typical...
4 years ago
Due to the adult theme all contestants must be 18+ to participate in the contest. This contest that all contestants received an invite to will involve a strip fight. The winner being the one who loses all of their clothes including underwear first. The winner gains the honour and respect of their rivals and the people but may also ask anything of the loser that they wish until they are done with them. In addition there is a large cash reward offered to the victor. Each contestant has their own...
2 years ago
I was waiting with my cables out trying to find someone who woud boost meit was late sunday aroubnd 10hsomething, my shift was done , my car lights where on, i coudnt start the damn carthe white van passing by, the first car in an hour , saw me flashing my phone waving at him the van stop at my side and i met Jeff, a cool cuban guy who worked near as security of somekindhe boosted my car . i got relieved by the sound of my car turning on ''there you go boy''helping me unplug my cables ''i was...
4 years ago
This is a 100% true story that happened a little while ago and since my last stories i shared got such good reviews and comments ill share another adventure i have had! As always my stories are 100% true i just change the names to protect the not so innocent.My adventure started one night at the bowling alley i go to all the time bowling regualry. It was a sunday and this was a practice night, so i was out with a few of my friends. Only a select few friends I can trust know my secret that i am...
3 years ago
Zack laid back on his private island watching the girls having a butt battle by the pool. In this battle, competitors would stand a top a small platform in the middle of the water and try to knock the other girl off while only using their asses. Todays competitors were Momiji and Honoka. The two were battling fiercely with neither giving in to the others attack. Momiji was wearing a small red bikini top alongside a red thong. Honoka wore a lacy pink bikini top with a pink thong, but due to the...
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2 years ago
Author’s Note: This is not an erotic story, but there is some sex here. Again, this was built around the germ of an idea that took on a life of its own. In that regard, it’s not a stroke story. It’s an homage to music and the connection with the spirit world. Long before Robert Johnson, many artists were rumored to have sold their souls for the chance to perform at the peak of their artistry. From that, I tried my own spin on the myth. I try to put a lot of different ideas in my stories, so I...
4 years ago
Randy had just finished bowling and was on the way out to his car. He did pretty well on the lanes tonight and his team won all their games. He was feeling pretty good. It was late and the weather had just turned very cold and the first snow of the season was falling quietly on the ground. When he got to his car he heard a voice, "Can you help me? I think my battery has died." Randy looked around and it was Kathy. She bowled in the women's league next to his men's league. He didn't think...
2 years ago
The card attached to the gift box was brief: "Wear it. See you at 6." Samantha Guilfoyle smiled. It was just like him, she thought. A man of few words. Big, strong, handsome, and with the dick of a champion bull. She was a sucker for — and of — big dicks. She tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a two-piece, red, white and blue costume. Emblazoned across the skimpy top was a big red "S." Okay, she thought, I've got the tits for the job....
3 years ago
I took the knife upon my skin And sliced from there to here To remember how it felt again When you whispered in my ear -rr Paul had decided to take me out and I felt terribly excited by the idea. I knelt in the shower, washing his legs and working my hands up to his genitals, caressing his balls and cock with my soapy hands. I felt him lengthening, as I knew he would, but he ignored it. The hot water felt good as it sprayed across his broad shoulders and down onto me. I stroked his cock a...
2 years ago
We lived in an unincorporated community near Birmingham Alabama. There were sixteen houses in a small subdivision all built by the same developer but managing not to look alike. There were lots of trees and the lots were fairly large. The street was about the length of three city blocks and ended in a oval turn around All the houses had been sold for about the same price and all but two were sold to young couples near the same ages (age 22 to 30). There were lots of kids and they were all...
4 years ago
Oh, where was I? Enjoying talking about the revenge done in my name. Oh yes, the revenge school. Our teacher was Filene, Fii-lean, not File-ne. Her well-written revenge story is documented in If It Seems Too Good to Be True by peregrinf here on SOL. Our first lesson began, “Carol and Margo, revenge training comes with some secrets that must not be shared with other Grotto residents. The Really Big Secret is that we have no way to prevent someone from abusing children. Indeed, the only way...
4 years ago
Back at the Grotto, Carol is continuing to watch these events. “Carol, oh Carol, you have watched these events 10 times already.” That was Filene pulling me away from watching yet another time. “Training tomorrow. We will be practicing ‘Seeing Ahead’. You should try to visit your school and notice anything that has changed since you attended.” Muttering, “Even I know better than to talk with cops”, I promised Filene I would be ready. I started practicing. I found my school soon enough and...
4 years ago
Filene wanted us to go back to advanced ‘Seeing Ahead’ but a serial abuser had just escalated to murder. That gave all of us at The Grotto the ability to read his thoughts. We could only read his thoughts. We could not change his thoughts except by presenting willing targets ripe for his perversions. Little Joann’s killer would face a nasty demise. Filene sent us and another trainer sent her two to listen to the thoughts of the recent murderer, Peter Jelson. We gathered in his home cloaked...
2 years ago
Finally, we got the date. Brother Bob was excited that Charles, better known as Char, a high-end underage provider, was bringing his young posse to town. And that Char invited him to bring his group. (The Grotto had a 14yo big sister/9yo little sister team working at Char’s. His pride was the key to taking him down. That and one of his clients killed his youngest ‘model’. The 14yo knew that Brother Bob’s town had the ideal hotel for the kind of party Char wanted and suggested how to get the...
2 years ago
After all the girls were separated from the men who bought their services for the night, Filene addressed the 16 rescued ladies. “I will answer questions later. We will be leaving the hotel together a few minutes from now. “There were 12 men here tonight. None of them will be happy with what happened to them. Let’s just say that it’s unlikely that any of them will ever abuse ladies your age again. Each of the 10 men who were bidding for your time tonight paid $100 cash plus their bid...
3 years ago
Dreams of Redemption Lily watched the sun rise over the trees from the front porch of the cabin. The forest was waking up, and she closed her eyes and listened to the fractured bird songs that bounced across the valley. The air was cool, and she was wearing a pair of jeans with a puffy black vest and a long sleeve flannel shirt. She sat in an oversized rocking chair and was using her tail to push off the ground and rock it because her feet wouldn’t reach. The front door of the cabin opened...
1 year ago
The Labyrinth beneath the Radley home was far larger than the plot of land above it. From a rocky ridge that overlooked the subterranean structure, Dana contemplated the new configuration. At the center of the Labyrinth was Ratu’s lair, and the naga was constantly shifting the stone walls around to protect against intruders. Dana found the behavior a little odd, honestly. With so many protections external to the Labyrinth, it was strange for the naga to maintain such a high level of...
2 years ago
I started to go home after I picked up the place, no telling when Celina would be back, though knowing her the little that I did, it would be soon. I was about to leave when I saw the elder leaning against the door frame, "finally found out about Cloe huh?" he said a smirk on his face. "Good maybe she'll be less of a bitch in council chambers." "Shit! You mean she was that way with all of you?" I asked shocked. "I thought to you guys she'd at least be a lot more civil. Laughing the...
2 years ago
No sooner than we were in the door that Tracy said, "I've got to pee real bad!" and reached out for my hand to lead her to the bathroom. Seeing there were no groceries in the bag we brought back from the General Store, I just let the bag drop to the floor by the door and led her there. "This is the pits," she said to me. "At least when my eyes do work, I can see enough to get around in familiar places. Right now, I can't see at all." I had walked her over to the John and she said...
2 years ago
After our bath together and a nice dry off, we settled in the Atrium. I told Tracy I wanted to look at her eyes and see if they were making any progress at starting to open. The swelling had started to go down slightly and the purple tinge had lost a couple of shades. Her eye lids were caked shut and I thought a warm damp cloth might help soften them. At least it might soothe them a little so I might be able to coax them open. I wasn't expecting miracles, just hoping for a little...
3 years ago
I stood there for the longest time feeling like an idiot, it was the first time in quite a while I felt completely at a loss. Still almost unable to move I just stared at the spot where Celina had been. My sister had just told me that she would be back, after I revealed the fact that I had the soul of my sister within my body. Smirking I felt an almost sense of loss pass over me. Who was I kidding? I'd be lucky if the council didn't lock me up, even with Cloe knowing almost all of the...
3 years ago
During the night I found out that Tracy had an almost insatiable appetite for sex. Or at least, a never ending need to touch me ... sexually. I sure didn't mind being handled all over my body. Her right hand was all over my chest, cataloging the various textures there. I could feel my nipples hardening as she drew the tip of a finger in circles around one of them and then palming my breast. As she lifted her hand away, she would trace her fingers inward, winding up teasing the nipple...
4 years ago
On the ride to the dock, Tracy put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. Then she asked me why I had given the Police Officer the name I did. "I think, Tracy Miller, is your real name. I do not doubt that. I know you have dim memories of that, but if I had given them Tracy Miltner, then they might have taken you into custody. I didn't want that. "Also," I told her as I put my hand on top of hers, "They verified who you are and your story." She lifted my hand and kissed the back of it...
4 years ago
My darling Fay cooked the Canadian bacon and Toni poached the eggs. I toasted the English muffins and put it all together. We were eating (Make that gorging) by nine thirty. I noticed the black clouds to the south but kept quiet. Those gulf storms move fast. The C.D. player was going in the living area and if there had been any thunder no one heard it. At ten minutes till ten a deafening thunder clap scared hell out of the ladies. Most of us went to look out the windows. There was a black...
2 years ago
As a freshman she became a cheer leader and later the freshman beauty in the home coming Queen's court. Fay was tall and played basketball. She was voted best All Around Good Sport in the school Year Book that year. Fay had intense cravings for sex, she masturbated often, she had enjoyed a lot of sexual intercourse in Memphis and remembered how a hard prick felt all to well. That was what she really wanted, a hard prick in her. Fay knew that if she fucked any one in her school those guys...
4 years ago
Fay said that tonight she had broken all her rules. She had way too much to drink. She had left her door open on purpose to see if I would try to take advantage of her being drunk. She had put herself in a position that if I had wanted, I could have forced her to have sex with me. I had not and she trusted me to help her finish becoming a complete woman again. Fay asked if I would help her please. I told her "Just tell me what you want me to do and trust me to do it." Fay said she was...
4 years ago
Below us were five studs spreading beach towels and five lush beauties watching. I heard Fay say "O.K. you handsome bastards give us a show taking off those suits one by one." Each guy did a kind of strip dance while taking off his suit. Pam told them to lie down while she and her friends admired and touched those handsome cocks. One of the guys told her it was the girls time to strip now. The ladies one by one got nude for them. One guy was so horney he erupted before they all were...
3 years ago
I was s*******n and had just started collage away from home, so I’ve moved in to my granda Joe’s and granny Peggy’s house through the week for convenience to the collage and go home for the weekends.My gran is sixty-one and now retired, short wavy hair, slightly plump, 5 feet three and looks older than she is, by the way she dresses. My granda is sixty-three and still works, they have a two-bedroom house and I am in the spare bedroom. I get on with the both of them well, but I feel sometimes in...
2 years ago
In the dark bowels of Hell, two demonesses were working hard over a forge. The two demon women were of the prettier variety, though they didn’t hold a torch to succubi. The first of the demon ladies picked up the object they had just finished crafting. It was very ornate, and certainly didn’t belong in a hellhole like, well, Hell. It was a golden amulet with seven glowing gems placed in it. Six in a circle, and a seventh in the middle. “King Lucifer will be pleased with the Sinner’s Amulet.”...
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