"Bend over, Miya." It was her Mistress speaking. Mistress thoroughly applied the lube and soon Miya's exposed crinkled sphincter felt the cold metal tip of the butt plug pressing insistently. Her hole slowly dilated and drew in its gift. It was becoming easier. Mistress used a mirror to show Miya the diamante topped butt plug sparkling like a million star...
CLICK: "Don't fucking lie to me, you coward." Spittle flying from the flung expletive. "Dianne, wait. Just wait!" The pause was introspective and deep, but fleeting. Nothing had been yelled. In fact, the voices remained little more than harsh whispers. It was the thickness of her words and the shrill desperation of his that elevated. In his mind this had...
The faint whir of stealth engines was the only noise that filled the ready room of the TASK super-jet. S-gene designs on the controls and the engines and the skin made it nearly invisible to radar and the speed it could put out was only matched by the comfort within: Plush seats, comfortable carpet, a TV that went chronically unused because why the fuck woul...
There's nothing like a woman in leather, especially when that leather consists of straps binding wrists and ankles. Naked and spread-eagled. Damn. It's even better when the woman is a submissive like my savannah, already wet and glistening from mere anticipation. She'd been building for two months, and it showed in the breathlessness of her glistening face,...
"What in the hell are we doing here?" Gina protested angrily. "There are far better ways to spend a Friday night." "Stop nagging!" Tony erupted. "Look at it as a one in a lifetime experience." "I'd rather experience the food at that new Chinese restaurant." "Gina, try to look at the bright side," Dana intercepted. "Which is?" Gina raised her eyebrow. "...
This story is inspired by the single chapter short story "Kidnapped" By LaurenWestley, posted here on Literotica, in the TG/CD forum. This is my take on a possible continuation of this story. This is simply a fan fiction continuation and elaboration of that story and cannot be considered canon to the original author's work. The following contains themes of...
Author's Note: I am releasing this story in chapters as a serial. If you have not read the previous chapters, please do so, else you are doomed to be forever lost, lonely, and confused. In the previous chapter, while spending the day cloud sailing, Lina begins to think her mentor (the closest thing to a mother in this future) may not be the senile old wo...
By 2009 Trish Stratus had no desire to return to the ring full-time but it was an incredible thrill to come back for one match just to hear the roar of the crowd. She had just been in one of those comeback matches, this being a six-man inter-gender, and her team had won and she loved every minute of it. She had also loved guest hosting RAW which had given he...
Foreword: I witnessed a scene exactly as described in the first two paragraphs. It was in Morrison's supermarket in Peterborough, UK – four years or so later I recalled what I'd seen and decided to expand on an outcome. Anyway, here's an offering about a young man's first time. Feedback would be welcome, as always. Apologies for any errors which remain in...
Sunnyvale, California Earth 1997 Mark Hanson's hands shook the entire day. An excited, nervous tension sliding through him from his feet to his scalp to his fingers. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight. "Hey, retard." The voice snapped him out of his focus on trying to keep his feet moving one step ahead of him. It was harder than it sounded - he was alway...