Author's Note: The Village Sluts is a story focused around two women who continue to grow their bond and fall in love as they experiment with their shared fetishes. This story, therefore, contains strong scat and pee play. This includes smearing, tasting, eating, soiling, etc. If you do not share these fetishes, please stop reading. If you do continue to re...
-------------------- Prologue -------------------- Mackenzie cursed under her breath. The rain had soaked her feet as well as the lower part of her stockings. She put away her flimsy umbrella and went to the ticket machine. The station was very busy, as morning rush hour was upon her. Most people barely gave anyone or anything a second glance, as they we...
My music is playing softly in the background on my laptop; it's still open to the last msn message, where I sent you my hotel info and room number. My heart is beating rapidly, my pulse jumping in my throat ... I can't believe I'm doing this, meeting a stranger off of the internet – but your emails, and then the IM conversations, got me so wet and excited th...
In the middle of the night, Becky sits up quickly in bed. Rubbing sleepy eyes to clear them, her ears tune to the silence of the night and strain to hear whatever it is that awakened her. There is nothing but stillness and absolute silence. Not even the tiniest chirp from a cricket. All too familiar—this nightly ritual—every night for the past week or so be...
I am a crossdresser and I'm in my late twenties now but still get carded for cigarettes. My build is not masculine at all, I'm not quite 5'5 inches tall and I weigh 130. I have below the shoulder chestnut brown hair with some lighter highlights which frames my young baby face soft features. My body type is best described as slim with an amazing ass and lon...
It's a beautiful moonlit night, but the pool is surprisingly empty. What fools these mortals be. You decide to take a quiet swim, just you and the moonlight. After the initial shock of the cool water, it begins to touch your body in sensuous ways, like light fingertips touching your skin. You swim languidly to the shallow end and lean against the side, ne...
We picked the pool we normally sneak into, away from anyone who would know either of us in a ritzy townhome neighborhood. I'm wearing my tight yellow and white polka dot suit that barely holds my 36 DDs, your favorite as they are easy to pull out and they tend to fall out repeatedly if I move too fast. We arrive and see that there is no one there as its ea...
"Please have pads..." Josey whispered under her breath as she tried to pick the lock. Usually she just forced her way in, but the police seemed to be tracking her movements, and there was no way she was going to give them any more evidence if they did catch her. An owl hooted, and the car in the driveway of the house she was trying to break into pulled away....
You never lose when the full moon's comin, not even against Oers. Oers isn't even Oers. She's Oers in a Medium's body. You've seen the Medium; how she fits all Oers's six-five, three hundred pounds of beefsteak muscles and big fuck-off forehead horns into her when she's five-two and tips the scale at 110, maybe, is a mystery to you. It doesn't seem quite li...
Author's Note: Hey there, I was wondering...is anyone tired of reading these centaur stories yet? I only ask because I have one or two more lined up and I plan on writing them. The matter of my posting them all hangs on if you the reader wish more of these mythical creatures. If your answer is yes, do post your answers along with any comments/etc on the co...