TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

You were prowling the night in your Audi of the year. You didn’t usually visit this part of town, as it was considered a ghetto. It was for people with lower aspirations, lazy people on social security, minimum wage workers, and illegal immigrants. But you were still here, driving around slowly, looking for something in particular, something that you couldn’t find in any other part of town. That is when you spotted them. Two ladies, dressed cheaply in tight revealing outfits, standing beneath a street lamp, sharing a cigarette. Obviously Hispanic, they actually looked quite young, and quite beautiful, to your relief. You really didn’t want to pick up some old shriveled up whore. But one of these two would do just fine, hell maybe even both of them, if the price wasn’t too high, And so, you pulled up lowering your windows, beckoning them to come over. They extinguished their cigarette and came over to your window. They started to speak but you interrupted them, getting straight to the p...

  You were always a bit of a reclusive guy. Not one for social outings, you preferred the quiet of your own room, in your parent’s basement. You didn’t have many friends growing up, but that was alright, friends came with responsibilities and obligations to show up and go out, which you didn’t like. Your favored activities did not require any friends anyways, playing video games, single player of course, and assembling miniatures of cars, boats and planes. Your parents thought it was all a bit childish, but you didn’t really care, as long as it kept you entertained. All the way through high school you made it without any friends. You powered through the school day, focusing on the courses and doing homework in your free time. You ended up getting very good grades and were quickly labelled as a nerd and a geek by the other groups, even though you didn’t quite fit in with them either. You were often bullied, but you kept your head down and avoided confrontation, resolute on keeping t...

  Another day another victim. Anyone else would have been intimated, first semester of freshman year at a new college, barely 19 years old. But not you, you took it in stride. Star basketball player of your high school, you entered college on a scholarship, and were already making yourself known as a formidable ball player. And as a bully. Already, many social groups had learned to fear you, freshmen all the way to seniors, you made no distinction. Today’s victim was a tiny sophomore, a quiet girl who mostly kept to herself. She had the misfortune of crossing a doorway just as you were exiting class. Never having stopped for anyone in your life, and not about to start now, you ran into her. You pretty much rammed her, and with your body muscular from long hours working out, and her much smaller frame, she flew across the hall, almost reaching the lockers on the other side. You looked on both sides of the corridor, making sure that no teachers saw the incident happen, and then turne...

It all started with a fantasy. My fantasy, to be more precise. I had this attraction towards MILFs that simply could not be denied. And not just any MILF, I desperately wanted to sleep with a married mom, and make her husband a cuck. The thought of the experience haunted me. I constantly masturbated to different such scenarios in my head, but it was become more and more clear to me that it would not be enough. I had to do it, the real thing, or I would never be satisfied. Unfortunately reality is often disappointing. Online and in porn such situations frequently occurred, and almost seemed common. But in real life, how did one find such a woman? A married mom who was so sex starved she would sleep with me, of all people. I had almost abandoned all hope when I met him, the Wizard. Sensing my plight, he sold me a single card, for an undisclosed ammount. "Good for a Single Fantasy" it read. He then provided me with instructions on how to use it, and vanished just as he had appea...

The mall was buzzing with activity, with people hushering about at different paces. God you hated the mall. Only two things could make you come to this horrendous place. One, absolute necessity, you had to get something here that you could get no where else. Two, your girlfriend of three years Jessica wanted to go shopping, and wanted you to go along. Option two was the most grueling option, as you could simply go grab what you needed and head out as fast as possible. And option two was why you were here today. Jessica was holding you be the arm, walking past boutique windows and occasionnaly stopping by to browse the selection of offered items, but never buying anything. At one point, your patience being stretched thin, you asked, trying not to sound too impatient: "Are we just looking at stuff or did we actually come here to buy something?" "Oh relax" she responded, with the soft melodic voice you loved so much. "We have no where else to be, and I like it whe...