The phone rang. When i picked it up i was told by the sexy voice “The Restaurant Next to Vacation Village. Reservation under your name. 7pm. Be there!” i was perplexed, i thought that i had recognized the voice from some of the files that i had downloaded off of the internet, but i never use my real name so how could that be? i thought that someone was playing a joke. It was probably one of my buddies that wanted to go to a strip club next to some place called Vacation Village. i thought “i’ll show them. i just won’t show up”. Read more…
Tag: Pet
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- June 11th, 2013
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I had decided that I would schedule my upcoming trip to Asia on an airline that didn’t have an American flag painted on the side of the plane—what with all the terrorist attacks and other crap going on. In fact, I booked my flight on an Asian airline that I knew almost nothing about.
When I arrived at LAX I was pleasantly surprised to see a shiny new Boeing B-747-400 — the kind with the first class seats all located in that upper-deck “bubble.” As I climbed the stairs I saw that I was the only person booked into first class and I settled into my seat. I decided to sit in the seat opposite the jump seat that the flight attendant sits in for takeoffs and landings and when she sat down for the takeoff I was very, very happy I had chosen this airline and this seat! “Oh my god! . . . Wow! . . . This could be the most memorable flight of my poor, sex-starved life . . . just for the takeoff alone!” I thought to myself. Read more…
- Author name:
- Slave Pinky
- Publish date:
- June 11th, 2013
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PART 2: THE BEGINNING
Jillian Hill was looking forward to her third anniversary dinner with
her husband, Jackson. She had planned it carefully, and made all the
arrangements far in advance. She and Jack were going to eat at their
favorite restaurant and night spot, the Lost World. The music there was
always nice, the light was low and the drinks were potent. Read more…
- Author name:
- Robert Flanneire
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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Matthew woke up with a start. He looked around his small room frantically. He let out a sigh and fell back down onto the hotel room bed. It was just another nightmare. His nightmares were always the same: he was walking down a long hallway, walked through the door, and there was a horrendous monster waiting for him. He would panic and run, but the abomination would always be just behind him. As soon as he felt its talons digging into his back, he would scream and wake up. Ever since his girlfriend had left him for another man, the nightmares had been persistent and nightly. He moaned, rolling out of bed and pulling on his clothes. It was 5:35, he might as well get up early. Read more…
- Author name:
- Emerald Eyes
- Publish date:
- May 20th, 2013
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It was a short six years ago that the Beautiful Dominant Mistress Marquesa de Sade was doing volunteer service at a Shelter for Battered Women not far from her home in Marina Del Rey, on the west side of Los Angeles. Suddenly a sobbing and obviously beaten and battered young lady crawled into the shelter. The girl was an extremely attractive 23 year-old, literally bursting out with an abundance of natural sexual beauty. She had been married just a little under a year to a very handsome and buff body builder named carlos.
Her name was Victoria Martinique and her husband, as it turned out, was an especially egotistical bastard who had been spoiled rotten by his mother and by other women nearly all his life. he was a bully whose natural selfishness had never been corrected in his childhood and early manhood. But since he had ventured out into the real world some three years earlier, he had become filled up to his ears with frustrations when he found that people no longer kowtowed to his every whim and ambition. During this time he developed a very mean streak of jealously regarding all of his possessions- which, in his mind, included his young wife – that was a classic case of paranoia. Read more…

