At last we were alone in her house. We had been out for a night out with work colleagues and had got drunk. Sophie had invited me back for coffee. We had done this before and just talked endlessly into the night about everything from politics to musical taste and occasionally sex. Nothing more had ever happened. We were both married and it was just fun and c...
Mistress strides into the playroom in her usual seductive way, her curvy hips swinging side to side, very large full breasts jiggling ever so slightly even though squeezed together to form a captivating cleavage by her black latex skin-tight leotard. A see-through chartreuse skirt accentuates her luscious hip curves, revealing the french-cut leotard plunging...
The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18) Chapter 13 It was a humble abode, merely a large room with her belongings and living essentials thoughtfully arranged throughout. At her request the priestesses had decorated the place in much the same man...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
This is my second erotic story. Been a while since the first one. Like the previous one, this is fictional too. Hope you enjoy it ;) ------------------------------------------------ Ever since I can remember, I had always been submissive. After a year together, I finally decided to confess my desires to my girlfriend. Surprisingly and to my relief, she fo...
When a man loves a woman, he'll go to extreme lengths to be with her. The boundaries of race, religion, culture, class and society itself be damned. Just ask Steve Dorvil, a young Haitian man who moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to study Business at Carleton University. At first glance, Steve didn't much care for Ottawa, for he'd much rather be in the C...
Feminazi key holder. "Starting bids at $1 to purchase this man?" That question was the beginning of the end of my life as a free man. I had fallen foul of the new debtor laws. Essentially we had returned to Roman style indentured servitude when made bankrupt. Your debt was sold to the highest bidder and you were their legal property for life. "I bid $1",...
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age and legally able to consent to any sexual activities in which they engage. For the purposes of this story children don't start school until after age 8 which is why they can be 18 and still in high school. None of the depictions of sexual activity in this story involve ANYONE under the age...
In part 1 Carol has a worship session with her slave, but unbeknown to him she is awaiting the arrival of her former lover, her gardener at her old house before she moved overseas. But now she was back and having expanded her horizons she was determined to expand them sexually. She had had plenty of lovers in her time, all through her marriage, including one...
A conversation inside Chateaux de Ally The situation I am lying on an ottoman, naked but for my jewellery, the cum from a man other than my husband dripping from my recently fucked pussy. It slides down my naked thighs leaving a glistening trail in the candlelight. Man pig shuffles into view from the shadowy recesses of the corner. He grunts and I wave my...