It was Friday evening, she had stopped in for a bite to eat but opted for a drink instead. That would prove to be a very bad mistake, one that would change her life forever. In one way or another.
This story is based on the confession a male friend made to me while we took a break from a long session of love-making. A lonely teenage boy virgin has an odd pastime; he likes to undress and walk around naked outdoors. He's a flasher, and he's going to be in the right place for the best sex ever!
First person reflections of a wealthy Carolina plantation heir-to-be looking back on his struggle resisting the urge to abuse the power and leverage he holds in society, particularly over women, during the early 1800s. Hoping to turn over a new leaf after the recent birth of his son, who he almost lost along with his wife, John Elder, confesses his sins to paper before burning them to let go of his past and find a healthier way of living. **Please read opening paragraph and note the story tags
Villain Victorious- Fan Fiction universe where the bad guys always win.
Alternate Universe during the mission entitled "Losing Control" in the game were Jesse Faden no longer finds herself as Director of the Bureau of CONTROL but a mere gopher. While under control of the HISS Faden finds the figures controlling the Bureau are much more sexually active and debauched than the ones she fought.
A Fembot Story Part of the Women As Sex Toys universe
Frustrated that she can't get a human boyfriend in a world where guys only want fembots, she arranges to have herself sold as a fembot to an unsuspecting male.
Ella has, for years, had a relationship with one of the large norn: Astrid. They enjoy each other's company immensely, but the call of the road always tears Astrid away from Ella. Having not heard from Astrid for ages, Ella worries. When she discovers that Astrid has returned to the city, she wants to know why. Are they through? She decides to seek out her companion, to learn the truth. To perhaps experience the taxing joy of their usual reunions, which Astrid took to calling throating moots.
My husband delivers me to a sadist he met on the internet. I am thrashed with a variety of whips. A stroke story, but only if you enjoy cruel sadistic pleasures.