Poking around the internet the other day I saw a picture of a naked woman standing a barn with a fully clothed woman standing behind her holding her arm lightly. A fully clothed man was standing in front of the naked woman lightly fondling her engorged nipple. She had a metal collar as well as bands around her wrists. Her large breasts were hanging down her...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This takes place in the WWII era, namely 1942-1943. George is my great uncle on my mother's side and Eula is his wife, They live in New York and he is in the import export business. They are rather wealthy and travel as much as possible by plane and train, given all the restrictio...
Author's note: WARNING: There is the tiniest touch of reluctance/non-consent and scat in this chapter. Oddly, I don't like either much, but they were necessary for the evolution of the plot. As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in sear...
Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
Master Juan could be found at the storehouse of Antonio Perez daily in the city of Laramid. He was Antonio's best customer and friend. Every morning Antonio knew that Master Juan would need two large vessels filled with sweetest breast milk and that he would want to drink fresh breast milk directly from the tit upon arrival. As Master Juan nursed at the brea...
Danach ist Davor… Seit meinem geilen Erlebnis auf dem Rastplatz mit den ganzen Truckern, was für mich durchaus sehr erregend war, sind schon wieder 2 Wochen vergangen… Was aber das Wichtigste von allem für mich ist…von alle dem Haben bis heute, Gott sei Dank, waren ja meine Eltern an diesem Wochenende zu Freunden gefahren und somit hatten meine Eltern überha...
This is the first chapter in longer story. It starts out slow, with sex not being introduced until later chapters. I could have put it into a couple of other categories, nonconsent/reluctance or fetish but decided to put it in BDSM since it covered more aspects of the story. Sarah was at her wits end. She couldn't figure it out, she had an MBA from a goo...
Emily climbed down off her horse, Samson. She'd spotted a patch of the fence line that had become obscured by a tree's overhang. The cows were clever enough to find breaks in the fence that would often be hidden from plain view. Most folks didn't give the herd the credit they deserved for being problem solvers. Working as a dairy hand often meant thinking li...
Author's Note: it has been a long time since I wrote the original Modified Escort Service. Sorry I kept y'all hanging but I wanted to make sure I treated sex workers with respect and had to do a lot of reflection on how to get it right. I want this to be an anthology with a lot of diversity and respect for the escorts. Any feedback is appreciated. *******...
THE TOUR: The houseboy stepped into the kitchen. A strawberry-blonde MILF sat in a chair by the kitchen table, reading some news articles on her tablet. She motioned for him to come to her. When he got there, she deftly unzipped his fly, pulled out his semi-hard cock and began to suck. Once he was fully erect, she began deep throating him all the way down...