"Both of you are hopeless." The words stuck with her as she looked down at her hand in his. She couldn't help but avoid the gaze of the few people on the street in front of the coffee shop. "What's wrong?" He flexed his fingers in her vice grip. "Uh, nothing," she said. 'I'm not sure. It's just, we're walking together. Together. We've done it millions of...
Jake stared at Gen opened mouthed "No Gen I'm not that sure what exactly it is I just did" he stated confused. "You say you are mine forever exactly what do you mean?" "Well master Jake," she started in almost a whisper "you have freed me from my prison there is no greater gift that a master can grant a genie, as you said I am no longer a slave to my bottle...
Friday nights were bowling nights for Frank and his wife Kathy and their good friends Amanda and Billie. Actually Billie didn't bowl, he had something wrong with his back, but he always went to watch his wife bowl and all four of them would end up at the neighborhood bar for a few drinks before going home. Frank and Kathy looked like the perfect couple. Kat...
I am, shall we say, amused by all of the hullabaloo regarding the subject of cuckoldry and wife-sharing. This fantasy persists despite the vehemence of so many, who would mock and degrade people for indulging in this particular flavor of erotic composition. It drives me to write the story of my own life, share my own adventures, and add an element of dignity...
I was pulling in the air sharply between my teeth. I rubbed my black gloved hand together swiftly. The thick, puffy police jacket was cozy warm, yet the winter air pulled on the fringes of my body: Up the pant sleeve and every strip of skin on the face that wasn't covered by the scarf. I let the air out into a big puffy cloud f vapor in the pitch black night...
Thanks to Ruzie D for the edit. * It's kind of difficult to describe an alien catfish/slug's stomach but I'll try. It's like, well. . . years ago I watched this old cartoon, Star Trek I think, the cartoon, not the live one with the weird guy from T.J. Hooker. Well, one episode had the Enterprise get swallowed by this giant cloud thing and the inside looke...
Chapter 7 "Commandress Penis and her trusty sidekick, Penis Boy He slept well into the next morning. He slipped into the little black ruffle number he had worn to the office and headed into the kitchen to find a pot of coffee already made. He poured himself a cup and walked into the living room where he found the Commandress. "Good morning sleepy head," s...
That first night, I was so emotionally drained that I just let myself be held between my husband's bodies. When I awoke the next morning, both were sleeping. I wondered which one contained the essence, the spirit, identity, whatever you called it, of the person I had married. Which one dreamed my husband's dreams? I shook them both and Amanda opened her eyes...
Chapter Six: Defecational Instructions There wasn't much room in the small stall, but Ms. Rocksand made do. Ms. Rocksand worked my panties down to my knees and guided me back to the commode upon which she made me sit. In my condition I could neither piss, nor shit, but Ms. Rocksand understood my predicament and she also had the solution. "Here! Let me fuc...
It was a day in May, just after Memorial Day weekend and as summer was about to peek its head out. I went on my own up to Cape Cod as I like to do every year; I go away from everything and spend a week up there by myself. I visit the sites, go whale watching, maybe play a little mini-golf, and of course go to the lakes and the Bay. The great part about it is...