The barmaids were melting his mind away. Gerrim lay helplessly back and squirmed like a kitten on catnip, trying in vain to hold his breath as Monarch—the big-breasted platinum blonde—hooked her leg over his, half-straddling his side, and slowly unscrewed the heart-shaped rose quartz stopper of the perfume bottle. On his left side, the strawberry-blonde Sw...
Jan Jefferson had always been a bit of a tomboy never having developed very feminine features as she grew up. It had bothered her that she was not blessed with a sexy body when the boys had ignored or insulted her calling her a{if Fashion <= 1} prude {endif} for the clothes she wore. The other girls had been even meaner with their taunts about her {if Bre...
The morning sun crept around Darren's dark blue curtain, barely illuminating his apartment. On his bed lay a simpering little black sissy slut, covered in her own cum. Her eyes were closed but she was stirring—Bambi's sleep would be over soon. Her platinum blonde hair was a mess. Her bright pink lipstick was smeared. Her plump lips were heavy and her holes w...
Goblin's Note: This story is set in the distant past of the Cloistered Lands. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Help! Help, I'm stuck!" Loralei paused by the doorway. "Hm? What's that, now?" She nudged the door—a woven mat of thick bark strips—open with her foot and peered in, brushing a stray strand of emerald hair from her eyes as she did so. Within the Pitcher Chamber...
--- Saturday --- What a run of events! This shoulda been a simple workshop for a sales team. However, it had turned into a totally different thingie. Actually, I had never experienced a more strenuous day. Worse than the stress, however, had been running into my fellow college alumni, aka my classmates from hell, 'cause they had found out about my new caree...
"Thank you very much!" Larya chirped, leaping off the barge and onto dry land. "We appreciate you being so understanding." "Lady, they don't pay me to keep people off the continent. Here, steady now—" The ferryman tugged on the netting, preventing the barge catfish from immediately leading his boat back out into the gulf. "If y'all really wanna head toward...
"Master!" squealed a high-pitched voice. "I made breakfast!" Garin's eye half-opened. He yawned and stretched back in his bed, practically buried on soft, silky blankets. Above him, a narrow-waisted, big-breasted blonde bimbo beamed and bounced in place, bosom near-bursting her lacy baby-blue bra. It matched her glassy blue eyes, which gleamed with exciteme...
When I was in my early 20's I used to play a lot of online video games. First person shooters, mostly. The Battlefield series, especially. I had started playing games online with a guy named Chris who had gone to high school with my ex-fiancé. He and I had met through her and had really hit it off. We had remained close even after she and I split. He lived u...
Onwards to Chapter Four, in which can be found romance, nymph-assisted hypnosis, cruel denial, and moral relativism. ~~~~ ~~~~ Ten minutes after a very strange group of four had left the little mossy haven within the Greatest, Darkest Forest—which was beginning to live up to the latter part of its name as dusk descended upon the world—there was a flash bes...
This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma. ------------------------------------------ Tiffany was not an ugly girl by any means, she was just awfully plain as far as appearance goes. Despite having a unique brain and complex personality she could not work out anything to improve her looks; clothes, make-up, sports - these were...