Cream Pie Stories

A story in the Dark Tales Universe
Paul Cliff is an asshole. All of his ex-wives told him that, as had many other females. A "Store Detective", he often preyed on those he caught shoplifting, promising to go easy on them if they were nice to him. Especially the young ones.

A short story I wrote for my wife, imagining what might happen when I get home from being deployed.

The story of a lonely woman who meets a man who befriend her and invites to join him and his friend for coffee. So surprised at their companionship she accepts a ride back to where she lives and there she is fucked but so grateful for that attention that she willingly accepts every fuck she can get - read on

Lily wakes up to the sound of her stepfather's heavy footsteps outside her bedroom door. She knows what's coming - his unwanted, brutal advances that leave her sore and ashamed. But even as she fights against it, she can't deny the shameful heat building between her thighs. As he roughly grabs her, forcing her legs apart and violating her with his fingers and tongue, Lily loses herself in the forbidden pleasure. She cries out and writhes beneath him, torn between disgust and ecstasy.

My wife makes a new friend. I know nothing of their true friendship.

If she won't help relieve you of stress, maybe someone else will.

Paul has a fairly typical day with some good news - he gets promoted! Note: Be warned... this story is pretty off the wall. It was supposed to be my first true stroke story, but I don't think I pulled it off. <snickers>

Alone on Mt. Ordeals after the journey, Kain trains relentlessly to steel himself for the trial that will test his mettle and cast out whatever lingering wickedness he still holds. Yet feeling the presence of an unwelcome visitor, he finds himself overcome by another sort of evil before he can even begin to think of defeating his darkness.