This is a story of consensual bondage, rape, sodomy, and death, inspired by one brief sentence at the end of one of ASSM's Laura Lynn Davis's excellent stories, but it does not employ any of her themes. Interestingly, I drew a fan letter from a foot fetishist.
What do you call four girls lined up on a platform getting their asses fucked while another two kneel and take care of the cocksucking, ball-licking and asshole-tonguing chores and two more with big boobs get their butts spanked with rubber paddle fins? Well you certainly don't call it a plot. Katie calls it a stroke story (as she makes that universal motion for jacking off with her thumb and fingers in the shape of an O) and suggests you male readers have some tissue nearby to catch your wads.
After several years of chatting on-line, two people with "similar interests" finally have a chance to meet. What happens when they get home is anyones guess!
Halloween 2024
Former high school classmates run into each other at Halloween High. The name given to the costume party. A trap door and hurt feelings leads to unforeseen opportunity for a jaded lady to make things right from a mean prank. Perhaps it's possible that an impromptu paddling could lead to romance.
A The Badsammie Chronicles Story (19) Another old story, about the time I was reduced to just an object, a thing, a cunt. Used, abused, detached, lost in myself for a wonderful day.