Author's Note: This is a work of adult fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing. A much longer chapt...
**Chapter 1. Growing up Oh my where to begin, I imagine it is best to start at the beginning (or as close to it as I can remember). I grew up in a relatively medium sized east coast city living what some may call a normal life with two sisters and both my parents. Growing up I was always into sports and when I entered middle school I had begun to focus on b...
"Jesus, Spider, what a freak you are." Millisande snorted as she watched her poor husband strutting uncomfortably across the bedroom. She stepped up to the big man in the little pink frock and she twisted his right nipple, watching with pleasure as he winced. "Millie, please, it hurts." "It should hurt, a little bitch faggot like you needs a little hurtin...
Names, places and events are fictional. * His head still reeling the slave tries to move his body, to his surprise he is shackled on a fuckbench. He looks up and his heart throbs in his throat. "Uhnn fuck, glad to see your awake little pussy." His master states as his slave looks at him." Hope you dont mind me finishing the fuck and orgasm you were neve...
When I awoke from a deep sleep Saturday morning I was startled and confused, the place I was in was completely dark, void of any light. As the cobwebs cleared and I returned to full consciousness I began to recall the events of the previous night, along with the soreness on my body. I remembered she had given me this place to sleep in. Nothing more than a la...
This story is a work of fiction except for the backstory which reflects my youth which like most like minded individuals growing up in the 80's and 90's were thought that are feelings are perverse and were something to hide in shame of. Over the last few decades I have learned that love cannot be quantified, stereotyped, or stiffened for the sake of "decency...
Dinner went well and the wine flowed freely. I was the only one not drinking. Patrick and Nikki were feeling no pain by the time I served dessert and that's when Patrick started to ask me questions about how often it was that I was inside Nikki and I had to embarrassingly tell him it had been a few months due to the fact that Nikki said I was too small and s...
I had been a well-behaved slave. I did not complain when I was not supposed to. I begged for more when I was supposed to. I had served my mistress for one year when she called on me, and had been allowed to spend the last two months as her house slave. Now, as a reward for my good behaviour and service, she said that she would reward me with a special treat....
All characters are over 18—All Pokémon are humanoid * The Pokémon and their latex (under their other clothes they'd put on) clad, unmasked trainers arrived back from dinner, laughing with each other. Once they arrived back in the room, they sat down on the floor, sighing. It was night at this point/ "That was fun." Flame said. "We oughta do it again somet...
The Piercing Kiffer, accompanied by Neal, took Lindsay to an examination room. On one wall, there was a collage of enema bags in every shape and color, each hanging on its own hook. The counter top had an open box of latex gloves, electric paddles, stainless steel speculums in an array of sizes, and a tray of smaller instruments resting on a metal cart. Fea...