I came to next morning not knowing what time it was. The sunlight was up so it was gone 8am (in fact it was gone 9). Elaine's intimate smell from her panties the night before entered my senses once again, not that I didn't like this. In fact, I sort of sighed and let her wonderful smell pervade my senses. I could feel my long hair strewn out. I just lay t...
Meg waltzed in wearing a party hat—a conical thing with spiral squiggles, bright cherry sparklies, and a little spray of limp confetti at its peak. The silly thing looked quite good on her, actually. But then, everything looks good on her. Anything looks good on her. Nothing looks especially good on her. Whatever. You get the idea. She handed me a present,...
Elizabeth and her Vaquero What was the matter with me? Elizabeth thought to herself as she walked slowly down the dirt road. How could I have been so stupid? She had followed a sign saying GAS and an arrow pointed down a desolate road in the middle of the desert. Being low on gas meant by the time she found the derelict and abandoned station her gas tank h...
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...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either purely imaginary, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales are purely coincidental. *** "A fit of passion has no foresight, and so we often have to rue the day when we gave way to it. Consequently, whe...
WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously by anyone. ======================= As I arrived at the door to my house, I rubbed against the outside of my dress pants. I moaned a bit, as I fondled...
The sound was driving him insane. From some unseen place water was slowly dripping and the sound echoed and multiplied, reverberating throughout the blind space he occupied. He had been sitting there for some time, trying to make sense of his predicament. When he first came to he was gripped by a blind panic; he couldn't see even with his eyes open. He quick...
Once free of the binds that had held me to the examination table, he helped me to my feet and my knees buckled. He lifted me and carried me to the next contraption, still underneath its drape. It was smaller than the others. He stood me on my feet and I was able to stand, though a bit unsteadily. "Remove the drape, Alexis." He commanded. I obeyed and was s...
This story is based on a very old joke with a punch line as follows: "Hey, it really does look like you're fucking!" I've laughed at the joke for years. It's a Loving Wife story that has three main characters; Husband, Wife and his Best Friend. I hope you enjoy this read. Please comment!! * Hey, ARE YOU TWO FUCKING? The story has its start six months ago....
***Author's note: This chapter doesn't have a ton of sex, but it sets up a crazy chapter to come. Here, there's only voyeur/masturbation. Hope you enjoy our hero's new companion and stick with the series as it progresses. Votes and comments are always read and appreciated. Oh, and everyone in this fantastical pseudo-middle ages tale would be of age in our wo...