In the first decades of the 21st century, a new unknown virus spread through the Earth. It goes unnoticed for years because, unlike any previously known virus, the disease it spreads has no noticeable side effects or at least none apparent immediately. After all, its only side-effect was that infected women could not conceive unless the fetus had male chromo...
I have written a variety of captions and posted them to BDSMLR over the past year. Recently, I decided that I would try sharing some of the captions here on CHYOA for people to write continuations or alternate branches if the captions catch their interest. These captions involve celebrities, historical figures, and original characters. The content most often...
Das ist das Gesicht, das ich, deine Ehefrau mache, wenn andere Männer mich abfüllen und zum Höhepunkt bringen: https://cdn06.bdsmlr.com/uploads/photos/2019/05/134501/bdsmlr-134501-K0OnWKTqJv.gif Ah, das würde dir gefallen, dieses Gesicht zu sehen, was? Aber dazu wird es nicht kommen. Weil dein Schwanz einfach zu klein ist und du keine Ahnung hast, wie du ihn...
Kavya sat down on a small bench placed on top of the college building's terrace. "This is a wonderful, warm place to sit and think. Come, join me," she tapped the seat next to hers. "Wow, I've been in this college two years, never seen this spot before." Priya said. "So quiet and secluded." "And warm," Kavya said. "Check out the view from here. You can see...
The characters depicted in this fictitious story as all adults over the age of 21. The author does not in any way condone the theme of the story, nor the actions of the characters in the story and believes all real life relationships must be built on love, affection and mutual consent. Narrative Style: First Person Female ***** Part I – The Hook Allison a...
(This new style of writing is probably very sensual and erotic, at least I think so. Or it's dumb. Let me know what YOU think of it.) "That's a heck lot of water balloons you're carrying there!" "Umm, yeah Priya. I was just taking them to the apartment gardens. Me and the guys would play with them, like we always do during the Holi festival." "Hmm, and...
Lydia lay on her sun lounger next to the pool and I approached with her drinks, I made sure to walk slowly, firstly to not spill anything, and secondly so I could stare at her amazing body. Her long blonde hair fell to her shoulders, her natural breasts were disproportionate to her petite frame, a result of some excellent genetics, and they were barely conta...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; THIS STORY HAS A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED: HERE BE DRAGONS; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE] [High school enemies meet at times, with one heckling the other, a bookworm, as a 'loser' who had to drive a loser's 'mommy-mobile' mini-van. The 'loser' studies overtime, eventuall...
My wife, Holly, and I went to the Fillmore Street Festival in San Francisco during the 4th of July holiday season. There was a ton of sun, great bands, and a lot of beer stands. The latter was particularly important because tensions between my wife and I were high. We had gotten in a pretty mean-spirited fight the night before, and we were both still a bit s...
I have a lot of kinks, and to my never-ending joy, the woman I married enjoys most of them. She dominates me, locks my cock in a chastity device, occasionally whips me, and allows me to indulge my unending lust for her feet. So that makes it hard to explain why I have never asked her to erotically humiliate me. It came up a couple of times, in passing, and...