Drugs

Author's Note: A very possible scenario, one which the author would love to be the subject of. This story is developing as it is being written. Chapter 1 It was after my divorce, I was alone, I could do exactly as I wished. I had long, during my marriage, been visiting BDSM sites on the internet, I had even visited Mistresses in realtime, I had even visited transvestite Mistresses. I enjoyed nothing more then getting my ass raped, by a strap-on, or a real cock. I had never had anything really big up there but I was training it up with dildos etc.. ...

Hello My Name is Shelly I am a 31 year old white female 5ft 10 in tall and 125lbs, recently divorced. The divorce was nasty and I was glad it finally over. On the day the paper was finally signed I realized I had moved here with my husband I had no friends that were not his most of my close family were gone and I was by myself. I decided to quit my job and move away. I loved the summer so I moved south to a small town in Fla. ...

Author's Note: What can you find in this story: heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retire­ment facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sym­pathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls. ...

Chapter 1: Foot Cleaner Fred set up his laptop on his bed with his hand over his dick, preparing for a long night of masturbation. The 22-year old college senior had pretty much given up on ever scoring any girls for himself due to a total lack of confidence, and was at this point just happy to have a house alone off campus where he could enjoy his prolonged masturbation sessions in peace. ...

Author's Note: My first attempt at a post-apocalyptic or alternate timeline earth. This first chapter is mostly setup, but it will build soon enough. Comments wanted, as are suggestions, and if you give me ideas, I’ll make sure to credit them if used. I’m always looking for inspiration! Chapter 1 No one knew where they came from, just that they began attacking one day. Who or what they were was a mystery too - but we had always guessed that they were either human, or humanoid - maybe bigger than us though we couldn’t be certain. Maybe they were robots, or people in over-sized battle suits. Whatever or whoever they were, their technology was further ahead than ours, but not so far as to be able to quickly wipe us out. We’d gained and lost territory over the last four years, but at the cost of many soldiers. After all the fighting, you’d think we’d have been able to capture one of them, but that never happened. Even when they retreated, they took their dead with them. ...

Chapter 1 John awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, it was a sound he was all to familiar with. The new year had just started and John was less than enthusiastic as he got up to get dressed. Despite being in his second year of college John’s social life left a lot to be desired. John came from a poor background was poor and to afford college he had joined the Army for the education benefits which, the age and maturity difference made it hard to connect to his classmates and left him as a bit of a loner. Despite this he had a felling this year would be different, however as he set out on his mundane walk to class that optimistic feeling began to fade. ...

Part 1 Professor Victor Ashworth was an inventor. A purveyor of all things alchemical and mechanical. Natural science was his playground. His workshop, however, was little more than a hovel. It was a dark basement cluttered with half-completed projects and the faint smell of grease. But it was his to outfit as he pleased, and the professor felt at home around his copper paraphernalia. He had absolute faith in his genius to produce revolutionary devices for domestic chores and industrial production alike, but a man of his eccentricities tended to ward away more clients than those who had an interest in the finer machinations of science in the first place. In other words, he was broke. What fickle business he did have was limited to mixing up basic salves and remedies for the local townsfolk. No one wanted to see his shoeing machine, nail clamper, or clothes presser, much less the more exciting devices like his electrostatic amplifier or prototype perpetual motion device. ...

Author's Note: Another quickie . I’m sure many of us have had similar ideas when watching the commercials. This may read a lot like a re-tread, but it deals with images I enjoy. “And…CUT!” The director called out. “That’s a wrap people. See you all again on Monday.” Carly Foulkes let out a relieved sigh and climbed off the Kawasaki ZX10 that sat on the stage in front of a large ‘Green Screen’ used for special effects. ...

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoy. stephanie As always, I wanted to size up my captive’s predicament. She was beautiful, although it was hard to tell at the moment since she had a black leather hood over her head. Her mouth was plugged with a rather large penis gag, and the only identifiable parts of her head were her lovely green eyes (very rare for an Asian girl) and the lustrous mane of black hair sticking out of the back of her hood. The green eyes on an Asian were a specific request of the buyer, and he was paying top dollar for the honor. It took me awhile to track such a woman down. ...

Author's Note: More to come… Comments, critiques, and thoughts welcome and encouraged. UPDATE (05/25/2011): Sorry for the long wait for this next part. A little more cerebral, but the an interlude before things become intense again. All comments, suggestions, even plot ideas/requests, are gladly accepted ! UPDATE (06/22/2011): Thanks for all the kind words - So here’s the end of Ryan’s first day… hope you enjoy. Next chapter probably in about 2 weeks or so. As always, I’d love to get your thoughts - feel free to email. ...