We had both been enjoying the open marriage we had going. Jean had started going out more and more on her own but was no longer sharing anything with me. At first, I was too concerned about this, but as time went by I began to realise that our relationship was slowly beginning to fall

Daughter moves back home after a natural disaster destroys her life. She finds out he is harboring a lot of resentment and undaddy like thoughts for his little girl. Even though I knew my hair was a mess and I smelled very bad, I ran forward and embraced my father. The rest of the refugees

“Huntresses! Huntresses are coming!” Screamed a man on horseback bolting from the caravan’s vanguard.Mokali the merchant shifted on his donkey. “Hey, I paid you good money!” He protested seeing more men flee. From up front, two more men came running on foot. One was a man who drove his wagons. He was a married man

Vomit, scat, loli, giant dicks, muscular black women…. Cream filling – Original lemon by MISTER BIG TSort of a “sequel” to Hell on Earth expect nearly thousand years later. That day it happened, Amy was doing her annual cookie sale, wearing her nicest green uniform and dragging behind her a little red wagon loaded down

Part 3. There were handcuffs attached to the poles of the bed. Dale and Garret took Hayly’s arm and led them to the cuffs. Of course, she tried to resist flailing and trying to get them off and away. But Dale and Garret were pretty strong, despite Garret being a bit skinny, and Dale being

Brianna’s grandfather punishes her the following day and forces her bedridden mother to help ease her punishment. Naked as the day she was born, Brianna walked towards her grandfather’s bedroom. It was past 6:00 am – more than an hour past the time her grandfather had asked her to go. It seemed to her that

I timestop a bitch on a train during the pandemic to give her extreme punishment. This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are considered 18+, even if a story implies otherwise. I use extreme taboo themes and consider my stories “horror”. I’m really

When we are swallowed by darkness, it is rare that we truly escape it entirely. What pieces linger with us long after we have found salvation, and can we ever hope to be free of them? What had felt an eternity passed since the two of them had rescued her, a buxom young woman with