Awakening in a bed, slightly softer than you remember, there is no doubt in your mind that what you experienced in the night wasn't just a dream. At least part of your wish was granted because where you once had the plain chest of an man you now had a beautiful pair of breasts. Excitedly you grab the tablet next to your bed and search for "Human reprodu...
Something was wrong. Lily lay still, keeping her eyes closed. "Something is very wrong here." The bed felt normal. It wasn't too warm or cool in the room. It was still dark. Suddenly it dawned on her. Silence! Normally she would be able to hear traffic down below on the streets, the not-unwelcome sound of other human beings. The sounds of the city. Now t...
"Mmm. Just what I always wanted." That’s what you said to me. You breathed it into my ear the first time I let you have me. "About time." That’s what I said. Maybe. That’s what I wanted to say but I’m not sure if the sounds ever came out. It was an emotional moment, I was very distracted. You came to my hotel room at night, in secret, like a burglar. A hou...
Hey, there. The name is Kristin Stephens. A short, skinny and short-haired young woman of African and Puerto Rican descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I study business administration at the University of Ottawa and these days, my life is extremely exciting. You see, I'm learning the Fine Art of Female Domination from my Mistress, the l...
Maggie was sleeping when I opened my eyes. I had a moment of panic; a memory of the years when waking up might mean getting slapped around. My heart pounded and I forced myself to take a long slow breath. The muscle on the inside of my right thigh trembled a little and I remembered how softly Maggie's touch had been there. I must have closed my eyes as a ch...
It was summertime in Australia, Penny's favorite time of year. The hot days were an ideal excuse for her to wear the minimum amount of clothing and still not be condemned as a "flirt". The thirty-six year old mom's days were busy looking after her three-year-old daughter, maintaining the household and helping her husband with the family business. Penny enj...
"You're going like that?" I ask when I see Lisa getting up from the vanity table, looking like she's just ready to sit down at it. My pretty femme, all pared down, no glossy lips like wet cherries, none of those messy, artfully tousled curls that make me think of her during sex, riding me and raking her hands through them over and over. No brilliance to her...
My name is Shamika Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, square Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I run a shelter for immigrants and refugees known as the House of Life. I wear glasses, I'm somewhat curvy, with big tits and a big round ass. I also wear glasses. I'm in my forties and still not married because nobody can stand having me around. I'm yo...
Ahead of me as I walk the street towards my favourite bar is this babe. In fact just looking at her from behind (and her behind!) I am in major lust. Oh, great goddess, I know this feeling. My trousers are getting wet, my nipples are erect and I'm gonna have to do something about it. Hey ho! Oh shit. She's walking right past the bar. Just another het tramp o...
Niki started at the ceiling of her room, the same ceiling she had started at each and every night since she had been born in this house twenty-one years ago. The white paint had long since turned grey and was peeling in places. If her father had still been alive, she was sure he would have come up with an ingenious way of making paint from what was were avai...