Kelly saw the package propped up against her front door as she came home from her five mile run. Her asshole involuntarily tightened around the pretty green jeweled butt plug riding snugly between her ass cheeks. Plainly wrapped just like they had promised. Picking up the package and unlocking her front door she stepped inside. She could feel herself alread...
Margaret and Denise had met online, on a site designed for lesbians interested in more "unusual" sorts of sex play, and fetishes. They quickly learned they both had something of a penchant for anal pleasures and were intrigued by the games some like to call "toilet" play, and enjoyed medical play and settings as well. Now they were meeting face to face for t...
"Pet, I want you to clean yourself out well for our meeting tomorrow," he told her on the phone. "Yes Master," she replied. She loved speaking with him and when he gave her a command she was always proud to do what he wanted her to do. She knows what is expected of her. He wants her to give herself an enema to make sure her rectum is clean for him to pla...
Here we explore the subculture of "sleepy sex," where one or more participants assume the role of a cadaver. This fetish may range from benign to murderous. Our tale, however, relies on liquor, licentiousness and latex. I take the liberty of setting the story in a funeral home. In reality, the cemetery or mortuary would be far too perilous an arena. Anonymit...
Now I look over at Patti and Isabelle. "Isabelle," I tell her, "bend over, bitch, feet wide apart, hands on your knees. And Patti? Get behind her and fuck her, get that big, black dick of yours inside her wet, slippery French cunt." Patti couldn't be any happier as she gets behind Isabelle, grabs hold of her hips, and works her ten thick inches of brown le...
Hanna sat in the small privacy cubical in the library reading through the ads of a small under ground news paper. It was her second year at the small university. The first year she had done her share of partying and being a wild child. But that had soon started losing its appeal. Several of the campus activism groups had tried to get her to join too. But she...
In the last story we saw how Martha did an unexpectedly fast exit, which was probably a good thing because my wife, Julie, decided to come find me and reconcile our marriage differences. As it turned out that reconciliation resulted in some of the best sex I'd had in some time and made for a memorable event. Some stories, however, do take some unusual turn o...
Reader: This is an extension of my "Best Friends" series. Many have asked for a continuation, so after a bit of research, here it is. It is helpful, but not necessary, to read the first three installments. As always, enjoy and tell me what you think. IluvAnal (and I do!) "Good Afternoon, Heaven on Earth Spa," I answered the phone. "Hi, George. " It was Sar...
Having loaded the breakfast crockery into the dishwasher, Anne considered how she might spend the New Year Bank Holiday. Brian had gone off to follow the hunt which traditionally met in the Market Place on a New Year's morning, whilst Barnaby and Adam had left early for a non-league football match up in Yorkshire. She knew Adam had left without draining his...
When I reach the throne room (the twins at my heels), I can hear the voice of the Eldest before I even show up. That shrill, matronly tone isn't one I'll soon forget, so I take pause, lingering outside the entrance for a moment to hear what's being said. "We still can't trust her." The voice of the Eldest. I can only assume she's talking about me. "She's...