“Damn it. Why can’t you ever wait for me to cum? All you have to do is be patient. Twenty years and you still don’t know how to get me off. Some husband I married” my mother shouted. I hurried back to my room, as my mother would certainly be headed for the washroom after
“It will work, trust me.” I said to Jason as we snuck into the bedroom. “I hope it does baby,” Jason said to me as we approached the bed. The bedroom was dark and hard for both of us to see. I was glad I had been in the room many of times and knew
Before you EVEN close this, I have one thing to say. This is not about smoking pot. This is about something a tad more personal. No matter how much I try, I can only last seven minutes. So why the title? Do the math: seven minutes, each with sixty seconds. 420. At first I thought
My name is Christine and I’m thirty-five years old woman who was raped by a dog. The only reason that I’m writing this is in response to the stupid stories that I’ve read on the Internet regarding dog rape. I now know that a woman can be raped by a dog but if that happens
Our house sat on a quiet street in a small town about 20 miles north of Birmingham, at that time our nearest neighbor was about a ten-minute walk away. Of course now the area is filled with subdivisions and yuppies, but at that time it was a peaceful quiet place to grow up. We had
I had given her a key to the back patio door. I had instructed her to let the dog out in the morning and again in the late afternoon and to give him 3/4 cup of dry food each time. I had instructed her to get the mail in the afternoon so the box wouldn’t
Jack nervously sat looking over his cards and watching the expression on the huge black man sitting across from him at the table. “Come on, Jack. Show me what you got!” Jack’s fingers were shaking as he placed the cards on the table. Jack had a pair of queen’s. Leon began to laugh hysterically as
The sun started to set, and my neighborhood’s annual block party was winding down. I was new in town, and one of the few singles on this street of working-class homes. After saying my good nights, I was relaxing in my living room when the bell rang. When I opened the door, five guys in
This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray any person living or dead, nor any known situation. This story contains themes of spanking, anal sex, and incest. It is meant for adults only and is not to be read by persons under the age of 18, or the legal age in
“Hurry up Toby, you’re going to be late,” Marissa Jones called up the stairs to her 18 year old son. “Ok mom, I’m coming,” he yelled down to her as he came running out of his bedroom. “God I really hate going out for dinner with Aunt Jackie. All the grown ups do is talk,
Especially if you’re me. I’m Mandy, and I’m from a big farm right smack dab in the Middle of Nowhere, Kansas. You may have heard of it. This life of mine isn’t easy because I am responsible for a number of animals including: cows, bulls, sheep, horses, pigs, goats, donkeys, chickens, and a Husky. I
Jessica’s husband makes an unscheduled trip home from working out of town, only to find her and her sister, Jodi, preparing for a weekend of interracial partying. He encourages his wife and the weekend finds him watching his wife and her sister parade nude in public, and playing sex slaves for a group of black
Holly Hamill was a little drunk. Not much, just a little tipsy and giggly. She walked into the living room of the old house with her husband Matt. Just behind them came her sister Riannon and her husband Sean. They had all been out to dinner and had had a few bottles of wine. Holly
Hi, my name is Karl Radvanyi. This story is about a time in my life that I’ll never forget. It is a true story, not the whole story, but as much of it as I’m willing to tell the world. It took place just about a month before my 16th birthday, when my parents sat
Marnie set the hot pot of stew onto the table. The sound of her husband chopping wood outside stopped. She knew he would be in to eat his lunch, as he did every day. Every day of the weekend, Dave worked on his large house. During the week he slaved as a bank loan officer.