Author's note: Gumdrop's adventures continue and, to address some concern in the comments, they will come to an end, as the chapters have all been written. The reason why they are not all online is that I want to proofread them and, if some constructive criticism appears here, to incorporate its results in the future parts. Also, literotica technical times!...
Syd lay on the massage table face down butt naked. Frieda, a statuesque Nordic woman, expertly kneaded his back muscles. Her clasps of his skin and subdural flesh seemed agonizingly harsh. But whenever Syd reached the point of complaint, she sensed him flinch and pulled back just at the brink of pain, maintaining suitable compression. "You are very tense...
She wavered just outside the partly open door — a wooden folding chair was wedged between it and its jamb. The door was stenciled "UCLA Bruins Men's Basketball" in the team's colors, pale blue and gold. Above and beyond her the music thumped. She had told Angela she detested the Black Eyed Peas, but Angie had begged her to go. "Please, please, please, it'l...
Disclaimer: If your easily offended OR under the age of 18, you need to find something else for your reading pleasure. This story is a work of fiction. It is not intended to imply the sexual orientation of the personalities portrayed... It was two hours before show time. The black-eyed peas were all in their dressing rooms getting there outfits ready for th...
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...
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...
Author's note: This story has been inspired by the premise of another one about hucows in this website that I unfortunately cannot find anymore (if you know it, please write to me to help me provide a proper credit). While the very beginning in similar, the rest (a whole novel) is what I find a more satisfying development. Here's the third chapter. Since I...
The five judges had retired to a private room to decide Beyonce's fate. Would it be her former band mate Kelly Rowland who promised a year of pain? Or would it be the lead singer of the Pussycat Dolls who intended to make Beyonce her own (and everyone else's) toilet slave? Or could it be Solange, Beyonce's little sister who had a year of cock and cum lined u...
Lori, dressed in black except for her red skirt and that pink streak in her hair, was the one who had dared them to come visit this place after school on Halloween. Samantha, bright in her blondeness and her white coat, was game. Beth and Tameika, on the other hand, didn't like it. It was cold and eerie and getting dark too soon. The house looked old and...
She blocks my view when she sits next to me on the bench by the marina. Then realizes it. "Oh, sorry," she says, half-turning to me. "Do you want me to move?" She is very pretty in a fragile, elegant kind of way but with a severe, even angry look. "No, no, it's fine," I replied, not really bothered. I'm just resting after a long walk. A boat had caught my...