Extreme

To say that Hayden hated his stepsister Britney would be an understatement. Even before her father married his mother, each of them was aware of the other's existence, if just barely. Hayden was one of the stars of the basketball team at school and Britney was a cheerleader and the girlfriend of the basketball team's captain. At first Hayden's opinion of her was nothing more than mild disinterest but after several repeat events where she would occupy the captain's time and cause him to miss practice altogether, everyone on the team gained a genuine dislike for her. With Hayden, it blossomed...

Let me introduce tonight's main course. Twins, they were from the first batch produced with fertility drugs and were one set of two twins in the litter. They have been set aside by me for this very night. They have been raised on a diet of grains and berries. They are both virgins and until today had never had an orgasm. At his words the sound of two girls' muffled screams could be heard over the PA. 'They spent five hours today chained to a Sybian. As you can tell their orgasms became quite painful toward the end. They've been prepared...

The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather interestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn, placing it at 23 Acacia Avenue, next to the mythical whore of Iron maiden fame. The numbers were faintly unaligned, leaning away from each other at the top. Blood red roses climbed the front amongst ivy. A large brass knocker sat to the left of the door. Cassandra hoped she was appropriately dressed, in a short purple jacket, three quarter length jeans and a flowery blouse...

Paul, My lover was working on Valentines Day 2005 and was unable to see me so he arranged to take me out for a celebration dinner the following Thursday, that was an evening that I will remember for ever. He took me to an exclusive country restaurant, the type of place with excellent service and serves wild boar and venison. We were shown to a secluded table in a curtained alcove but it was a little disappointed because the table was set for 4 and the waiter did not remove the additional two settings, Paul sat opposite me and smiled, well...

The camp was a hive of activity when the hunting party returned that afternoon. The women wanted hot water, the men wanted fresh drinks and the kill had to be processed. But none of those tasks were my problems. I have to look after the live animals - the four leg as well as the two leg variety. It is the latter category that makes me love my work - and also makes me rich. They call me the Afrikaner. I have connections to kinds of people normal folk don't even know exists. I trade in soft, firms, juicy flesh. Who...