Hello dear readers and fans. I decided to take a short break from writing The Hunger to work on something else that I have been planning for a while. This is a bit different for me. I have frequently said, when asked, that my stories are not truly autobiographical. Rather, they are based on real life experiences, but not necessarily in the context that they...
She couldn't believe this was happening. Her heart was beating hard and fast. She could feel the pulse in her throat and hear the rapid thrum of it in her ears. She felt warm and flushed, even though she was completely naked. The surface she lay on was soft and molded comfortably under her. The fur tickled gently along the edges of her skin. She was acutely...
Author's Note: I am glad to hear so many of you are enjoying this story thus far. I started writing this when I noticed that very little scat content was being posted regularly and that there was a general lack of scat content overall, especially lesbian scat. I'm at a point in the story where I have covered a lot of the ideas and scenarios I came into thi...
Chapter 1: The Sxnce Program Jan could hardly wait as she drove to the gym. Today would be her first workout in the Sxnce (pronounced essence) wing of the exclusive fitness center. Members of the private Elite Club catered to the young rich entrepreneurial people moving into the Arizona high tech region. New members were selected by invitation only and were...
The Collaring of Chloe Chapter 21 - Wise Sissies and Quilt Burritos **Characters and text are protected under copyright law "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Mittens wailed, her voice pitching higher with each repeat, approaching the point of a shrill shriek. Her back was arched so heavily that her torso had lifted up from the sofa, pawed hands clutching the s...
As Mistress checked the goings-on in the kitchen I heard the first bell ring. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and held my confidence in check. I knew I looked a little ridiculous in this outfit, but whatever pleased Mistress pleased me even more. A calm rested over me as I opened the door to our first guests. I recognized them from the fetish clubs...
Lemaringouin. Translation by Pimanko A Day at the Office It had been three weeks since Stephanie had left the dairy. She did as best as she could to express milk from her breasts, but she was unable to achieve the ecstasy she had experienced there. She had thoroughly and vigorously rubbed her clitoris and used dildos assiduously. Nothing worked. She was ve...
The bright morning sun pierced through a crack between the curtains and light up the room. Squinting, I looked at the clock. "Fuck!" I shouted to myself. "Wasting valuable time." I threw off the covers and crawled out of bed. My pink, chiffon baby doll was twisted around and I had my normal morning wood inside my panties. My girlfriend Tess had gone shopp...
She woke on the hard floor of the cellar. She could hear the radio on upstairs and thought that it must be morning. Her bones creaking and muscles aching, she stretched as much as she could. Nauseated, the stench of her dried urine sickened her. Old tins of paint and varnish lay around the floor, long forgotten, like her. The cellar was a cold, dirty place....
He comes home from work after a particularly taxing day and sits down hard on the couch. He leans his head back and sighs. He thinks about all the problems he had and all the stress. As the stress and frustration of the day's events start to take hold on him again, he hears a faint, familiar jingle and smiles to himself. He has been denying her orgasms all w...