Hubby had left the studio, to leave me and the guys to catch up on old times. I was kneeling on the small stage with spunk dribbling out of my ass, still dressed in my high heels, black stockings and underbust corset. I looked liked a porno slut and I had certainly behaved like a porno slut. Hubby had watched and willingly took part in my slut revival. It h...
Written & edited by Amnoartist ====================================== Note: Beneath Her Flesh is a dark horror-themed series with a focus on story and characterisation. Eroticism will likely play a part where appropriate for the plot's benefit and advancement or delving deeper into the characters themselves. There will be no sex just for the sake of it bei...
Hey, there. My name is Veronique Anglin. A six-foot-one, heavyset and dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a patrol officer for the Brockton City Police Department. I've been working for the local police precinct ever since I graduated from the Boston Metropolitan Police Academy. Prior to that, I spent fo...
Kenji Sukiyaki's hands trembled as he pushed the doorbell to the Human Relations suite of offices. His knees trembled almost as badly as his arms. He felt great shame at what he had done. He was only a humble salaryman. How would he feed little Sashimi, Sake and Miso if he lost his job at the Yukio Mishima Corporation? The door was opened by an archetypical...
Curled up comfortably by the Great Halls massive fireplace, Sioda slept lightly. A large cushion had been placed precisely three feet clear of the flaming coals within the grate, ensuring her flesh remained clear and unblemished. This girl had cost John a lot of money, slave girls these days were common enough he supposed, but one who could dance, now that h...
Once upon a time there was a straight guy who was known by everybody as a well respected fellow. But he had a secret life. Nobody knew that he dreamt to become a feminized slaveslut, seeking an infinite and irrevocable blackmail relationship with a pitiless Mistress who would be prepared to break him with no way out. He wanted the Mistress to torment him n...
It had been an amazing night as Belinda had brought James out of subspace in her own unique and sex filled way. It was now Monday morning and James was still handcuffed to the wrought iron frame of their elegant queen sized bed. Belinda had already showered and was squeezing into her blue jeans, her pale purple satin underwear slowly disappearing inside its...
I didn't realise how badly I had fucked up until two weeks later. I mean, I knew I had upset my wife when my work do ran late and I completely forgot about our dinner but I didn't realise just how pissed off she was at the time. More than anything else, this was the second time it had happened -- I didn't mean to but that didn't help me later. She'd waite...
I looked up as the door opened and grinned coolly as I noticed that my visitor was he. His blue eyes gazed at my direction and I could see his soft smile as he walked over to me, hands in his pocket, perfectly casual, himself. That would not do. “You know the rules,” I hiss out, still holding that cool grin and gazing at him steadily. Of course, he kne...
She was the kind of woman that always survives in horror films. Fearless, bold, adventurous, strong, resourceful, intelligent, and highly unconventional. Ellen Ripley with long dark hair, a slightly thicker and more toned figure, and tattoo sleeves on both her arms. She had no need of low cut shirts or tight pants that most women her size would have to squee...