Chapter 4 Besides quickly improving her ability to wear ultra high heels, Nancy was also becoming comfortable with her new work uniform including the corset that she wore every day. Also, Nancy's nipple training, including the supplement capsules and cream, together with her nightly pumping, had finally just started to produce some noticeable results. She h...
Author's note: Hi, this is my first story in CHYOA. I wrote this story mostly because I'm bored. My story is about a fantasy role reversal erotica. It has non-consensual sex and politically incorrect way of thinking. If this is not the type of fiction you like, please do us all a favor and stop here. If you can understand that this is just a fantasy to be e...
I was lying on the bed not feeling particularly tired, it was 11.30 and I should have felt tired, as I had a big days work to do in the morning, but sleep eluded me! That is the problem when you have a hard day in front of you and you start to plan what you are going to do in your mind, you find that you cannot relax and doze off. So here I was lying on my...
The final day at Mt. Aso had arrived. You still insisted you had to return to your work so I knew I had to take matters into my own hands. I prepared carefully. After long periods of meditation, I called the kami to assist me. The grappling was furious, only my preparations allowed me to prevail, for I knew, when you swallowed, you would go multi orgasmic....
There's no mystery to a Cockshow; it's no wild opera of grand passions, no politicized play of cries for freedom. Some audience members might consider it vaudeville, but it is really more akin to the dancing bear shows of old. This is not just because of its base animal nature, but also because were such a spectacle to be released it would no doubt cause a r...
The library had a great WiFi system and I used it often with my Mac to write stories. I was at a table with a library buddy when she walked in, or rather wriggled in, her ass moving back and forth, but in a naturally sexy way. She was wearing a tank top, cutoff, and short-shorts. You could she her fantastic ass cheeks hanging out of the shorts, and her nipp...
I tasted lipstick long before I could see it. I couldn't see anything. Only the darkness. My world had shrunk to the size of our small bedroom. The smell of burning wax filled the space around me, exposed on the bed. Dark and trance-like music blared from the earbuds she had placed in my ears. Time had slowly become an arbitrary concept as I laid strapped t...
She finds the site by accident; and, having found it, finds herself returning to it, over and over again, her fascination and arousal growing stronger with each viewing. During the day she finds herself thinking about it: about the stories, the descriptions of the punishments. So humiliating. It can't be real, she thinks, only another example of online fant...
Wendy was getting up as I awoke. She was sitting on the side of the bed, slipping into her white towelling dressing gown. I just caught a glimpse of the side of her bare breast and her smooth shoulders before her gorgeous body was hidden by the white towelling. She glanced back and saw I was awake. "Well, up you get. My lads will be here any minute." Wendy...
The year was 1955, and the world was in danger. This danger came not in the form of the atom and its radioactive caprices, nor from the pernicious touch of Communism. This danger came from beyond the stars, from the surface of Venus, and it came in sleek, metallic space-ships. — — — Rick Sullivan, square-jawed hunk and former GI, strode through the guts of...