My name is Queen Eliana, and I used to be a spoiled brat. Growing up being both a pampered princess, the heir to the elven throne, and a futanari, I knew I was different and decided that I would and could use my body however I wished. As a result, I became the worst sort of princess, the kind who used her title for her wanton gain without a second thought g...
It's been three weeks my dear, that you have been securely locked in your chastity cage, unable to touch yourself. You go to work with it on under your clothes, squirming ever so slightly during those long meetings and business lunches. At home you do household chores with it clamped securely around your cock, heavy in your underwear as you move about, a rem...
[This story was written while vacationing on an island. The sun was hot, the mood languid. Consider this a slow open. No actual sex; just some light voyeurism and plenty of sexy ruminations and fantasies, to be realized in the next installment(s). Happy reading.] ***** His POV: If you're going to be jilted, Barbados is not a terrible place to drown your s...
I come up behind Angie and gently slip off her thick Turkish terry cloth robe, letting it fall to the floor by her feet. Her husband sits on the gray pleather couch watching my hands kneed deep into his wife's large round breasts. They are thick and soft and heavy and her flesh craters as my fingers press into her. When I kiss her neck, she arches her back a...
Until my cell phone rang it had been a very dull Saturday. But what a difference a single phone call can make. The call was from Mindi, a family friend who had given birth to twins a couple of months earlier. We often had dinner with her and her husband, Chuck. She was South Korean, very petite and extraordinarily attractive. In fact, she had been second ru...
'thanks to lovesexandmore for helping to edit this story' Hotel Robbery: It was past 11pm when Phil and Michelle arrived back from the restaurant. The evening had been a last minute celebration of having finished the large house improvement project that had been ongoing for the past four weeks and had caused much chaos. The hotel room booking was a great...
Note: If you haven't already, read The Grieving Process Ch 01 & 02, which are prequels to this story. As soon as I knew that I'd be back in town again, in addition to contacting Theresa, I also let Emily know that we'd finally be back together physically once again. After all of the time we'd spent naked together during my previous visit, we'd since been li...
Held aloft, she is bathed in the light of lambent gold. The receding sun her nimbus, her divine outline trace with a bright band; she revels in abandon, perched atop her adoring subject, the phallus, planted deep inside her. She is lifted, its final fervent thrust canons molten worship into her. Their combined juices jet from her nether in a conical fount, g...
Sarah war 20 und lag gerade nur mit T-Shirt und Slip bekleidet in ihrem provisorischen Bett auf dem Boden. Neben ihr in einem richtigen Bett schlief Nadine, ihre beste Freundin, bei der sie heute übernachtete. Sie wußte nicht wie spät es war aber sie beneidete Nadine, deren Atem sie gleichmäßig gehen hörte. Sarah konnte aber partout nicht einschlafen. Sie be...
Die Leiden der Christina "Ach ja, so eine Dusche tut gut!" dachte sich Christina Aguilera. Nach einem anstrengenden Konzert in der Münchener Olympiahalle war der Popstar nun alleine in der Garderobe. Ihre blonden Haare waren noch nass von der Dusche und fielen ihre Scultern herunter. Sie hatte sich bereits angezogen, um den Abend mit Freunden in ei...