My body melted into the hot bath that I drew moments ago. The perfume of lavender soap mixes with the scent of his sweat that still glistens on my naked body. My muscles thank me as I rub my sore legs in the water. This was our fifth encounter tonight and with each one I feel myself submitting more and more to him. I sigh and sink deeper into the water as I...
My name is William. I can’t tell you my name or where I live. What I can tell you is the truth. The Earth is being invaded. They can be your mom, dad, brother, or best friend. They didn’t replace them with some sort of clone; they’re under alien control: Yeerk control. The Yeerks are like parasitic slugs, but smarter and much worse for your health. They sli...
(Please read A Tale of Two Families – Chapters 1, 2 and 3 if you haven't already. This will make more sense if you do. This story contains elements of incest, cuckolding, group and bi-sexual relations. If this offends, please go elsewhere.) * Her moans had the same effect on Marshall and he couldn't help but whisper into the microphone from the video...
I was one of the lucky ones that made it out of the dot com bubble in the 90's before it burst. With my own startup gone public and my getting out at the right time, I ended up with enough that I never have to work or worry about money again. I bought a great little house on the beach in southern California and settled into a life of semi-leisure. About the...
The following story is true down to the last detail. Names have been changed to avoid legal complications. * February in the Midwest can be crazy cold. I looked out my office window at the gathering gloom of the late afternoon as light snow swirled in the wind. For some reason, I hadn't been able to concentrate most of the day. As I stared out the window,...
Author's note. This ends the story of How Kitten Met Teddybear. To those that voted for the Clitorides Awards, thank you. 2013 Winner, Best BDSM Story - Chapter 31—Postcards Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: Mom can be oblivious at times. She completely forgot that it is traditional for the groom to toss one of his wife's garters. The problem was not t...
Kate was bothered and starting to question her life choices. She was 21, going to college part time and on-line, had no boyfriend or romantic involvement with anyone, and knew that it would be at least another five years – if everything worked out – before she could possibly graduate from law school, her academic goal. And she didn't even know any guys she w...
Oh you don't know how fucking great I am... You just don't know... I work out every day. Even when I'm lying down and being still, the tick-tock machinery of my body is working to the orders of an insane old Russian woman ballet teacher-cum-gymnastics coach-cum-Stalinistic torture expert. I breathe to the rhythm of the glowing pulsing neon red blood-pumping...
"Gawdamn yur a hottie!" the preppie drunkenly slurs, staring down at me as I move away from the bar. I push past him, brushing his obvious hard-on with my elbow and leaving him staring down at my tight little ass as I walk back to Kristy, expertly balancing the two beers and two shots I've purchased. As I set the glasses on the table, Kristy leans forward an...
The morning after Mala and I had gone to the Robertsons, I awoke realizing that we probably should not pose with them. That could be considered sex with a client, which is an ethical violation. I explained my thinking to Mala and Sarah, who both agreed. Mala called Claire on Monday to explain that we couldn't pose with her and her husband. I wasn't present...