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What would you say if I told you I was a child of the gods? Not the god but the Olympian Gods Zeus, Poseidon, Ares and Aphrodite, would you believe me? Would you trust me?[…]

Visionary Some call me a visionary, others a nerd, but most call me perverted. That's why I'm in this institution, undergoing mundane group therapies, watching headcases substantiate their titles, and secretly flushing the medicinal concoctions[…]

In a matter of a few more seconds, Jimmy felt the monkey's erection pushing away from its body. Timidly at first, Jimmy began to run his hand over the monkey's hard-on, trying to judge the[…]

A snake wiggled frantically, trying to cross a large area of open water before jaws could swallow it from beneath the still water. A mayfly fluttered over the surface, dipping and dancing, courting death like[…]

First installment. Perhaps more to come. It was over a month since our first encounter. I hadn’t seen Emma since we, well… I took her innocence. I was nineteen at the time, and she thirteen.[…]

“There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.” -Angela Carter *** "Why does the wolf eat Grandma first?" The question floated out of Angela‘s mouth before she[…]

Our Son’s Friends By: pornluvrjim Part 4 Julie Joins in The cat.. so to speak.. was out of the bag. So, there everyone sat, all the kids naked and the girls with cum on their[…]

The wind was blowing the snow around hard outside the frost covered windows, howling like a enraged beast pursuing its prey leaving everything in its wake under a frozen blanket of white. Sitting there wrapped[…]

It wasn’t hard to pretend I was asleep when I heard the apartment door open and shut. I’d been on the verge of REM anyway when her entry had startled me awake, but I didn’t[…]

My life for the most part of it has been controlled. My parents were not the type to just sit back and watch while I played. No, they put a whole army between the swing[…]

Translated From The Memoirs Of Caterine DuMont: (Marseille France, 1926-) I always find myself thinking about the warm evenings here, how the sun always coincides with everything that is Marseille…my city of light. It seems[…]

Fbailey story number 299 Fruit Of The Vine Since grapevines grow grapes and grapes make wine, then wine is the fruit of the vine as some old song used to say. Well I grow a[…]

THE FIFTEENTH DAY Rarely would the day following correction offer fresh signs of misbehavior. There were none upon this one, but as strict as ever in the article of permission to shit in the morning,[…]

As i finished my work last night, i had trouble concentrating. Your putting me on cum restriction made me able to think of nothing else! i finished my work and went to bed, only i[…]

The winter was hard, both because of the weather and because it kept Anna inside, where her father could easily find her. She simply shut her mind off after a while, sitting and sewing or[…]

After a long hard day from work Dave shuffles into the house the smell of garlic bread gives her secret away she made his favourite pasta. Their miniature Yorkshire Terrier Pebbles comes running down the[…]