You are in my lap. We are kissing, softly but passionately. Your tiny skirt is on, as are your ridiculously high heeled, one size too small shoes. Nipple clamps are tightly in place. My hands are on your hips, your lower back, your tush. My fingers slide into the crack of your amazing ass, playing with your plug, twisting, pulling, pushing, and tapping it....
The story continues. Reading my previous submissions may help you appreciate what's about to take place next. However, the story also stands on its own. The shower was nearly over, but the real journey had not even begun. He had never experienced anything even close to living out this lifelong fantasy. Being dressed and used as a plaything, a slave, to...
This story is part true but if chapters progress, it will evolve to include pure fantasy. It is about a husband and wife married for several years. The sex at the beginning is rare and boring for both. It will include many kinks but is starting out as wife humiliating a husband, denying him intercourse, and long nails. It can go a lot of places from here bec...
Restraining you the first time was a mistake, Slave. Now it's all I can think about. I want us to scene in the dungeon; I want to watch onlookers' enraptured looks in the mirror as I show you off. You mark so beautifully; you whimper so prettily. You are breathtaking. I want to see you on the St. Andrew's Cross, facing me and restrained by the same heavy...
Welp! The first one worked why not a second? Heads up! This story contains: Short stacks, huge boobs, minor BE, and pop idols with gratuitous cleavage. (All characters are fictional, only characters 18+ perform sexual activities) ------------- The crowd in the large theater was excited. As part of her tour around the country, Mindy was going to be perfor...
The water in the bathtub was cool again and Faith finally stepped out onto the dark red bathmat next to the claw foot tub. She had diddled herself to orgasm a couple of times - enough to take the edge off at least, if not to be totally relaxed. After all, she was just getting used to this new body and it would take a little while to make it fit right. Wra...
"Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light." ― Groucho Marx The three-legged Chihuahua scampered across the sickly-lit camino, on a collision course with its panicky prey. Loping behind the beast were its minions ― a pack of the same variety, but each with four limbs. For whatever reason, these "complete" counterparts weren't able to keep pa...
Chapter 3: Field Mission I hate field missions. For one thing, there's the clothing. I can't dress as devastatingly when I'm not in the Compound. Men trail me like lost puppies, women make attempts on my life, and officials have the embarrassing habit of arresting me just to see how my tits look with my hands cuffed behind my back. I also hate the lack of...
"Finally, it is done." I look at my computer terminal in my cubicle, and I note that all of the records have finally been processed. It's 10:00pm. I would rather be at home watching TV. Sadly however it is quarterly statement time at the office, and the records didn't balance. I leave the office and walk to the parking lot down the street. As I approach the...
This story is very different than most of my work. This story contains themes of non-consensual sex, kidnapping, and sex between a goblin and human. If any of those offend you please stop reading. Otherwise, enjoy... * * * The market square inside the city of Ezlador was bustling and busy with activity as citizens came to sell, buy and trade goods. There...