Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
It was the start of the rut again. Sienna could feel it —that same old distinctive ache in her body, often warm or even hot to the touch, particularly concentrated in the depths of her womb where it radiated outward to the her sex and up through her breasts to her nipples. Sienna absently ran her hands over them, kneaded them, felt how heavy and swollen the...
Monday morning Sara, Shannon and I were on the highway heading back home to the ranch after a very good sales week at the rally. Nigel and his four girls were following close behind us in a separate van that they had rented to make the trip from the Twin Cities to the Sturgis Rally. Nigel's girls were going to entertain my cowboys for the next two days and...
Hi Everyone, I'm sorry this has taken so long but, you all know life can get in the way. Usual disclaimer, all participants are over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction, any similarities to real events is purely coincidental. Enjoy! *** This week has been hell for me, besides being left with the worst case of blue balls I have ever had, I had to answ...
Allow me to retcon the epilogue from the previous story. Instead of it taking place 3 years later, it will instead be 2 years later. Trying to fit this story over 3 years was too much. I didn't plan to write a sequel at the time and I kind of wrote myself into a corner. With that out of the way... =================== 'Good morning, #1375.' Jodie opened th...
Freedom is in the eye of the beholder. To some, freedom is the ability to do what you want when you want it. That was the freedom I thought I wanted. I moved out when I wanted. I went to the college I wanted. I majored in journalism so I could write and do photography when and where I wanted. I even lived in a camper for a year, because I wanted to. It sound...
Part 4 - Carmella, Donna, and my Erector Set ________ I must stop for a moment to make a few very important points in my defense. Please don't misjudge me. I realize that much of the personal fantasy I've been describing—and will continue to describe in future installments—may come across to some as having underpinnings of abuse or disregard toward these...
As the world loads in you rise up, drawing up your power... before unceremoniously flopping onto the ground. What's the point? The heroes would just waltz through and kill you 20 minutes from now. You didn't even get the satisfaction of killing them over and over again like the bosses did. You were just a creep put here so the heroes could farm XP. The more...
Part 1 of 4 – Armpits Armpits, bukkake, cunnilinctus and doggy-style sex (A story of unwelcome love, welcome passion and pleasant perversion) I have been dating Amanda for a month now and have seen a pleasant chemistry developing between us. When I wake up in the morning and cuddle into her, I know she will respond. And when she turns her face to me, she...
(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...