Where imagination is the only limit
I wasn’t even twenty when the cops picked me up for the first—and last—time. It happened because of a stupid coincidence. I was driving my buddy’s car after he’d drowned himself in liquor at a nightclub, but it never crossed my mind that this favor would land me in such deep shit. I knew my … Read more
It was clearly early morning. I’d guess around two or three AM. I was leaving a rather shady pub, quite drunk, full of desire, full of limpness, just full of booze. I should’ve been lying next to my wife long ago, fucking her, looking into her eyes, gently holding her neck and pounding into her … 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