The third orgasm was approaching fast, as Penitent was no longer attempting to draw out the process. She had rubbed new life into Bliss' limbs, and was now licking her clit with abandon. The succubus' appetite had been awakened, and she ate Bliss hungrily, a demonstration of how she wanted it done to her in turn. Her dainty fangs were pinning Bliss' labia op...
Dawn woke after having fallen asleep with Charles at her side. The first sensation she noticed was an ache that permeated her core. As she pulled an arm towards the ache in her body, she felt the soft burning reminder of her being trussed up like a mainsail. Her gray-green eyes first focused upon the red roughing of her wrists in the lantern's flickering glo...
This may be shorter than some of my other stories, just because the episode was so short, but for me, it was very telling. And it was another step forward, or down, or however it is that you see my life moving as I share these with you. Like my other stories, this is true, but the dialog is as I remember it, probably not as it actually was. It was, after all...
My name is Renata Blanc O'Connor. I'm a six-foot-one, red-haired, chubby and big-bottomed but still sexy young Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a counselor with the Brockton Metropolitan Hospital. It's the only job I could get after earning my Ph.D. in psychology from Boston University. It is a recession after all. That's my d...
I laid naked on my bed and resting in the afternoon sunlight. The sun was starting to set and I was alone for the first time in the last 24 hours. My head was a tad fuzzy while entire body felt warm and alive yet so very tired. I also felt beautiful. And sexy. In fact, I felt like a bona-fide sex goddess. I couldn't help but caress myself in vanity; twirling...
Authors note: This story contains women growing to completely unrealistic proportions, along with a futa. If you don't like anything like that, then this story isn't for you. If you do like that sort of thing, I hope you enjoy, and please leave a comment at the end. Thanks! So if you had asked me what my life was going to be like when I was young, I pro...
He had me pinned against the wall, his chest pressed tightly against mine, his hands seizing my ribs to either side of my breasts, holding my body in place. Again and again and again, he rose up into me, forcefully, possessively, rapidly in and slowly out, hard enough that I winced a little with each powerful thrust, each lunge causing him to brush against m...
I almost don't know where to begin, so I guess I will just start with Sharon and what she is like. Sharon is small, nearly all of the women in my life have been. No idea why, I just lean that way, maybe part of my tendency towards dominance. I do know that I run the show most of the time, my woman needs to do what I say within reason. I am not harsh, I am j...
Salutations, dear reader. My name is Mario Jean Constantin and I'm a young man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the town of Laval, Quebec, to a French Canadian mother, Beatrice Tremblay, and a Haitian immigrant father, Leonard Constantin. It's not easy being half black and half white in Canada, even though I grew up on the outskirts of Mo...
"On this dark, stormy night I travel lost and alone; in the shadows I roam. Through the labyrinth of mortal decay further down the spiral each day as hopes slowly slip away. These twisting, empty streets my home, drown in filth paved with blood. What kind of Beast have I become? To live in nothing, to feast on pain: Have I lost it, gone insane this mystery r...