Doctor's appointments... could there be anything less humanizing? Every time she walked in Julie was certain the people inside had seen it all, everything under that thing veneer she called skin. The gross wobbly bits too... "You know, this magazine says that the best way to use your womanly wiles on a man is to massage his feet twice a week." Knowing how...
What you've missed: I woke up from a coma after a motor cycle crash, to find that my penis could talk, and more than that, when it wanted, it could take control of the rest of me. It was able to sing in a way which it called 'pussy charming' in such a way as to entice nearby females to come and shag me, which it demonstrated for me with a 50 something overwe...
The doctor lifter her left leg up toward her chest and fitted her swollen ankle into the stirrup, then he walked to the other side of the maternity bed and manouvred her right leg with a shove into its stirrup so that she sat only slightly reclined from the upright position, her pregnant belly protruding to touch the insides of her thick, muscular thighs, an...
Another hot day drew to a close, and at 6pm I was cramming down into the Underground, my face as blank and neutral as everyone else's. So many people, all hot and tired, all hating the crush, just enduring it in order to get home. Even in my light vest top and wrap-around skirt I was damp with sweat, and I wondered how the men in their formal city suits coul...
She was driving through the rough part of town. It kind of made her mad because she was stood up for a date. She had stuck to her plan of sitting in the bar drinking glasses of dark soda, waiting. She wanted people to think she was drinking alcohol but didn't want to get drunk. Now she was stuck. When she realized he wasn't coming she finished her drink and...
The fresh rain trickled innocently along the glass pane and settled on the wooden sill. Cassie followed the droplets of water with her long manicured fingernail as she idly stared through the window at the bustling hive of activity. Everywhere she looked, people hurried out of the atrocious weather, seeking shelter in nearby shop doorways and under the arc...
35 Days - Chapter 1 I was anxious to get home today after work. I had been monitoring the shipment from California via the US Postal Service and the Canada Post package tracking app. I had ordered a new cock cage on line at the end of November 2018 and wanted it for Christmas. It arrived on the Thursday before. The bus ride home felt excruciatingly longer...
Christi had spent 48 minutes and 23 seconds perfecting her look in the tiny, poorly lit dorm room mirror. And that was just her makeup. She batted her falsies flirtatiously at her reflection, admiring her perfectly winged eyeliner that had taken her more than a few tries to get right. She scrunched her wavy hair and tossed a seductive, over the shoulder glan...
I wasn't in control of my actions. Something about the way you always sneaked up behind me in the shower, your cock greased with soap, pushed my face into the icy tile, pinned my wrists over my head and rammed into my asshole until the words you hum in my ear afterward, over and over, like a tape recorder - Sweetheart, you're lovely, Honey, I want you - melt...
As Constance ran she could feel her heart pounding, leaping from her breast up into her mouth with every long fast stride she took. The shouts from the village were receding behind her, but she knew it was only a matter of minutes before men on horses would follow her down the woodland road. She rounded a bend and stopped to catch her breath, the hems of her...