When Lilith Met Eve...

Standing in a bedroom far too small for the three people in it, staring at the heroine's hand, I felt the sudden urge to laugh. In fact, I was laughing. No. Giggling! It was a manic, panicked sound that bubbled up from deep within my being, clawing its way up my throat and forcing its way past my lips. It was a sound of horrified amusement. Of all the people who could have answered this village's call, of all the adventurer's across all the world -- who would have thought that the heroine herself would appear? I'd hoped to spend this entire life without seeing her, yet there she was, right in front of me. I couldn't stop laughing. Tears were streaming down my face, and I was bent forward. My fingers were clutching desperately at my skirt. I couldn't breathe. The laughter just kept pouring out. The heroine! In front of me! My ultimate enemy, simply standing there with a confused expression on her face, still holding out her hand. It occurred to me, suddenly, th...

LIsa had been smoking weed, watching lesbian porn and edging her voracious pussy for about 6 straight hours without cumming now. At 2 hours she couldn't think straight, and by now, few remains of her brains were left. At this point she was so hungry for sex that her entire animal instinct had come alive. She was angry horny, desperate for hot cum, famished because no matter how much porn she watched or how many times she made herself cum with the Hitachi wand, she would not be able to produce delicious hot fucking addictive cum. It's what she needed, what she craved, what she dreamt of and what she thought about when she woke up every day. Nothing could replace it. And it couldn't be just anybody, she needed the cum of a sex addict. As she thought that, Lisa fucked herself deeper with her dildo. What she was doing couldn't be called masturbation anymore, she was fucking herself. Lisa had beautiful perfectly manicured hands that were long and elegant and hard not to no...

Chapter 1 Cockpig (noun) 1. A subspecies of Homo Sapiens, a cockpig is a subhuman variant, socially ranked below beta males, females, and animals. Cockpigs are born to serve and obey superior males, worship cocks, and suffer. Naturally submissive and inferior, their normal habitat is at the feet of an alpha male. The cockpig came to me a virgin. Never been fucked. Never sucked cock. I know that's hard to imagine, looking at it now. It's hard to even imagine it as a person, walking around free, making its own decisions and interacting with others as an equal, but that's what it was like when we met. It's been a long, slow process to get it to what you see now, this thing that grovels at my feet, waiting for whatever I choose to do with it. When we met, the cockpig was a timid, needy young fag. It had a name, but I don't really recall what it was. Evan, Eric, Ethan...something like that. He hit me up on Recon after reading my profile. Told me how much he wanted to s...

Billy told me when we got back home Darren had proposed marriage while they were together, not till after graduation. Billy was over the moon, he planned to move in with Darren once he was done, Darren had a job offer for Billy he could not refuse. Scott and I had discussed he and I cohabitating, but I was not ready to marry him yet. Life went on, Billy and I talked with our guys nightly, we spend the summer with them, Scott and I travelled on his motorcycle, Darren and Billy tagged along. We had an amazing summer, camping in a tent, sunning on the beach, taking hotel rooms when we needed a shower, it truly was amazing. With one more year of classes, we were getting closer to being done and being in the work world. Billy and Darren planned their wedding, it would be a small informal ceremony Scott standing for Darren, myself for Billy. A party afterwards, the two of them flying off to Hawaii for their honeymoon. It's amazing how quickly time flies by, the year coming to a close, ...

The early sounds of the start of a new day accompany warm rays that illuminate Madison's bedroom. The haze of sleep slowly fades away and memories of the night before stir in her mind. Suddenly, her eyes snap open to see her bed mate for the night. Amber's eyes are open and she turns over to face Madison. "Good morning," she says sweetly. "Good morning." It's the most mundane thing to say after the experiences of the night before. Madison reaches out to touch the blonde beauty's shoulder. "Are you alright?" she repeats the question of the night before. Amber giggles a little remembering her peck on the random man's knob. But, for as amusing as she might find it, a glimmer of shame makes her eyes sting. "Yeah," she says. "I'm fine." Madison doesn't know how to comfort the woman. But, she takes the initiative. "I'll make some breakfast. You just rest." The action gives the perky redhead to think...

This story belongs to my series "Tokyo Stories", which is inspired by locations around this city. 1.Aoyama Before leaving the house, you look at yourself, rather nervous. Any other evening you would be proud of yourself: your elegant long legs are enhanced by your black, laced trousers, your blond hair brush your shoulders, a soft make-up enhance your beautiful features, but tonight your Master is taking you to a party hosted by one of his wealthy Japanese friends. "Old money - he grins - you'll probably be the only foreign woman there." He has already scared you many times with stories of the unattainable refinement of the Japanese high society, the pinnacle of a world made of unwritten rules and sophistication, and warned that for a stranger social blunders are hidden at any corner. The large mansion is almost hidden in the thick jungle of smaller buildings in a central area of the city. When you cross the door and enter the large entrance hall, you are almo...