By the time she reached the last step the arousal gel had begun working in earnest. She gingerly walked into the kitchen, her cheeks bright pink, and stood awkwardly trying to find a way to ease the friction against her intimate flesh. He turned and grinned at her. “I don't have words for how adorable you are right now little one.” Her hair was still a bit...
Author's Note: Requested by Lilybunny. This contains Furry content. * Prim stood in the corner of the frat house, a half empty cup of punch in hand. It was spiked, each sip imparting a hot flush through her system. Other people were already drunk, dancing and laughing together. She's spotted several couples going upstairs and stay there. The floorboards cr...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. This is intended as a work of fiction. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. ***** My eyelids were still heavy when I finally woke up. No headache, thank goodness. I figured I was due for one, given how dr...
"I don't see how you do it, Marcie," her mother said. "Look at this house. If only you'd kept your room this clean when you were a little girl." Marcie smiled politely, "Edward loves a clean house. I get to stay home all day, so why shouldn't I keep the house clean for him." Her father let out a wheezing cough. "You're damn right. Too many women these days...
I sit and wait patiently as my new hucow wakes up. I sit on the bench inside the rather cool barn with the hay on the ground cushioning my feet. I watch as my new hucow sits in her stable. She lays there sleeping strapped to her bondage rig in the room I locked her up on. It's almost sunrise as she lays there unable to move but not even trying to in her slum...
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...
Demetrius, along with every other person in Greece at that time, was very familiar with the heifer of Hera as it was the most famous farm animal in the world, being milked daily for the breakfast of the Goddess. He like most was unaware as to the story behind it. Hera, Goddess of the Home and domestic life and the perpetually wronged wife of Zeus, was one of...
Elbow Deep Indeed NB from my previous profile Penisleeve It was dark behind the hood I'd had put on. The gag was making my jaw ache and the ankle and wrist restraints held me firmly across, the top of what I presumed was a vaulting / fucking horse, belly down. The room, wherever that was was cool but comfortable. Miss had brought me here blindfolded with i...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
The first posting of this story contained old English dialog and some of the readers suggested that such language detracted from the story and ask that I repost it in modern English. For those who might be interested in reading what my brain has contrived but feel that it could not be help but be sacrilegious, I would say that there is no mention of anything...