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Archive for May, 2010

One for the Road

There was such a deep and bitter irony about being judged on morals by Donald fucking Trump that it made everything seem completely surreal. Sure, maybe she’d thrown her legs up in the air a few too many times and she probably should’ve waited a few months to see if coke really was better in the city than in Kentucky, but in spite of how exciting being Miss USA was made to sound, being the prized cow was pretty tedious.

It would be all right, she thought to herself as she slammed her palm against the button in the elevator to take her to her shared room the final time. Vanessa Williams had a career and she couldn’t remember the last Miss USA to really break through and make something of themselves. This was, perhaps, more due to her mood than reality, but it didn’t matter. It was comforting. (more…)

Milla’s Crossing

James sat watching the smoke curl above her eyes. The dark jade captivated him, and their wicked gleam shot pangs of heat through his cock. The woman moved in the shadows, her curly reddish-blonde hair crept across her straight cheeks, drawing all his attention to her eyes.

The cherry red light of the cigarette moved like some disembodied firefly, from her mouth to the arm of the chair. James swallowed hard, and rubbed the skin of his cock, feeling the tinglings of heat stir.

Milla licked her lips slowly, feeling her lust grow and consume her as she watched the young man, barely out of his teens, as he rubbed his cock for her. She tasted her lipstick and the tobacco on her tongue, and felt nothing but pure sex as the young man shook with his lust. (more…)

Merry ChristmASS, Bitch Boy!

The holidays were upon us. I had spent the last three months of my life as the personal sex slave of Brittany Andrews and Chantz Fortune. By now I was used to the chores, and the beatings, and constantly servicing and being fucked by their various strapon dildos. However, I never got used to the humiliating situations that they placed me in on a daily basis. Little did I know the worst was yet to come.

I was trimming the Christmas tree, wearing nothing but six inch white heels, matching thong, ball gag, and butt plug. “Hey slut, get up here,” Brittany hollered from upstairs. I scurried as fast as the heels and my bouncing tits would allow. “We’re having a special party tonight, so you need to get ready.” With that, she cuffed my hands behind my back. She then proceeded to tie a large red ribbon in a bow over my breasts. Then she removed my thong, but left the butt plug. Lastly, she tied my little dick back and fixed another bow atop my now flat crotch. “You are going to make someone very happy as their Christmas present,” Brittany laughed, as she dragged me back downstairs. (more…)

Let Me Entertain You

It was one of those steamy Mississippi days, when the temperature soared along with the humidity and Davenport, Iowa, baked hot and damp. It was so fuckin’ miserable that I even went into the mall to get out of the dampness. Thank goodness!

I parked my old Dodge Challenger – yep, like the Vanishing Point model but lovingly restored – and walked as fast as I could into the air-conditioned relief that even fuckin’ useless malls provide. It was a Saturday, I was wearing a brand-new white T-shirt that was sticking to me, jeans and Sperry Top Siders. Even though I’m 40, I’ve got a body that’s still cut and as toned as it was when I was in the Marine Corps. (more…)

Mario’s Workout

As Kip Hastings pushed the doorbell button, he glanced around at his surroundings. This is some spread, he thought, as he surveyed the carefully landscaped lawn and gardens. Kip turned back to the door and pushed the button again. He could hear the chimes go off in the house and he started fidgeting, impatient to get in and start his work.

At 26, Kip was young for an electrician. Most master electricians were in their thirties but Kip had started his electrical apprenticeship as a teenager. He was extraordinarily gifted in learning and for some reason, electricity fascinated him. His parents had wanted him to go to college and get an engineering degree but Kip decided to get some work experience before he went to school. He loved working in people’s homes and hearing his customers praise him for solving their problems. (more…)

General Hospital: Mia & Jax

It was a cold day in February when I arrived in Port Charles. It had snowed so, as usual, all the girls were running around in spaghetti strap dresses. The Port Charles Hotel was full so one of the bellboys recommended I see if there was a room available over Kelly’s Diner. That is how I came to be on the docks when some guy who looked rather scary with dark hair bumped against me.

“Excuse me?” I said to the rude man, my green eyes cold with disgust as I looked him up and down.

“Excuse me? You’re excused, lady. Be careful where you are walking. Not smart to bump into Sonny Corinthos,” the dark man said. (more…)

Exercise Ch. 07

The inside had been transformed into a fairly plain dojo, blue mats on the floor and a huge full-length mirror that spanned the width of the far wall. She nearly stumbled over a mat as she entered and instinctively tried to fly, but oddly enough, she didn’t take off. Instead, she flailed her arms wildly while Gambit paused, his boxers half off, and cleared his throat, watching her attempt to keep from falling with amusement and desire.

“What the hell is this, Remy?” she demanded when she had regained her balance. “Why can’t I fly? Is this supposed to be romantic or …” (more…)

DOA Stories: Sisterly Affection

Kasumi was waiting in the clearing, just three large steps away from the bridge were she had last seen her brother, Hayate. Her eyes searched the skies for any sign of him, her heart beating fast, her stomach bubbling with nervous anticipation. But there was no sign of Hayate. She waited and waited, until the sky grew dark, and the crisp lines of the far off trees faded into shadows. He wasn’t coming.

Kasumi’s heart would’ve broken, sweet as she was, but deep inside her a voice had been warning her for days that Hayate would probably not show up. What was really hurting her was that this time she had been sure her conscience was wrong. Had she heeded the nagging voice, she wouldn’t be standing in this cold clearing, with only the small river below her to keep her company. (more…)

Do The Dew - WWE Style

Stephanie McMahon sat in her office watching as Raw played out on the TV in front of her. Her gaze seemed to linger on that one longhaired diva. She saw so much potential in Candice if only her father hadn’t decided to put her with Torrie Wilson and Victoria… Maybe she would try and talk to her after the show went off the air?

After Raw goes off the air, Candice Michelle is heading towards Stephanie’s dressing room after being summoned there by the billion-dollar princess. Candice is wearing a lacy black top with a matching mini-skirt and heels. She is also carrying a bottle of Mountain Dew that she was drinking when she got the message and her trademark wand. Candice arrives at Stephanie’s office and knocks on the door. (more…)

Days of Our Lives: DiMera’s Den Ch. 04

The room was dark, lit only by candles. Marlena Evans Brady Black blinked her eyes, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She was bound to a bed, naked. She did not understand. One minute she was at the hospital treating a patient. The next she was…here…

Tony DiMera’s face appeared to her out of the darkness. Of course it was Tony. She should have known…

“Haven’t you done enough to me?” she whispered hoarsely. “You tried to make me think I was a serial killer. You kidnapped me and stole years of my life. Why won’t you just leave me alone? What did I ever do to you, Tony?” (more…)