Where imagination is the only limit
The city pulsed with lights, and I stood under a streetlamp beside a well-known gay club, aware that my gaze and the curves of my body were drawing attention. The short dress barely covered my hips, my legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings, and my lips, painted with bright red lipstick, promised a sizzling night. … Read more
I walked down a dark street late at night, returning from work. The city was quiet, only occasionally a car drove by. Suddenly, I heard the screech of tires behind me, and a black van with tinted windows abruptly stopped beside me. The doors flew open, and three burly men in masks jumped out. I … Read more
The year was 1972. I, a 33-year-old brunette with a nice figure, my tall, handsome husband, and our 17-year-old daughter in her prime, went on our dream safari vacation. We were staying away from civilization but close to a cultivated native tribe that often hosted affluent tourists like us. I liked it there; the natives … Read more
The experiences I described last time repeated themselves many times over. When Mr. Miller learned from my aunt that out of all male bodily fluids, I most enjoy swallowing urine, he laughed and then made me drink his piss quite often—even forcing me to drink his friends’ urine as well. But he didn’t spare me … Read more
“I’ve been trying here long enough. It’s time for you to earn something for our household too,” my step-aunt told me yesterday, and my head spun a little. I’ve lived with my aunt since I was little—my mother didn’t want me, and God knows who my father is. I was lucky that my mother’s half-sister … Read more