"So what are you giving your wife?" "A headache." "No, I mean what are you getting her for Valentines day?" "Valen-- Jeez Sarah, you know me. What the fuck do I know about Saint, bleeping, Valentines?" "He-he, I was just thinking maybe you had a romantic side." "Is today Valentines day?" "Yeah, baby, wanna be my Valentine?" Sarah Carpenter was teasing...
Carmen Electra knelt in the centre of a large, yellow paddling pool. The Playboy model, actress and dancer was completely naked bar a rather strange item she wore around her neck. It was a clear plastic funnel like item, similar to the ones dogs have to wear to prevent them scratching their ears. There was nobody else in the room but Carmen knelt there passi...
Chapter 22 - The scavenger hunt A few minutes later Tracy turned the pledges over to a sophomore from the fraternity, who in turn escorted the women back to the Four-Beta house. The sight that greeted Lisa and her companions was not re-assuring. The sorority's members were dressed in formal clothing and all were carrying cameras. Obviously the scavenger hun...
VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 6: "24/Seven", Part II My name is toilet. The girl named Sabine d'Aucourt is no more. This is the story of how I came to be the ultimate human toilet for my Mistress, Seven of Nine... ***** Diary of a toilet Month 1 "My New Identity" ***** Despite Seven's instructions, I found that I could not suddenly give up eating real food and...
[Note - this story has elements of raceplay in it. It's not meant to offend, but if that's the kind of thing that you don't like, then this is a good point to stop reading. And probably needless to say, but this is a fantasy, so for God's sake don't start putting tasers in sensitive places.] ***** The limo worked its way through a mess of traffic downtown....
Foreword: This story is a sequel to OH SHIT! OH SHIT is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2, which I had posted a few days ago. TOILET SLAVE 2 is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE, which I had posted even earlier. Foreword: Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given t...
A FOOTRUB "Our generation don't have anything to look forward to." Kim sighed, her shoulders slumped forward, blonde head tilted, gazing at the floor. We'd drunk how many beers that night. She'd bought Kilkenneys and I'd exclaimed 'You wonderful woman' and gave her a kiss on the cheek and she had laughed. Now the mood was sombre, the night long, the TV a...
My first visit to Maison Pines, Mason Blanche's magnificent estate, was for his twentieth annual Christmas party, in 1995. In the years since, as I've attended, I've learned how well known the party is. Many consider it the biggest and best in The South. The wealthiest, most aristocratic and attractive people in Mississippi, as well as from Alabama, Arkansas...
He comes to me to be used, to be degraded, to become nothing more than a double-ended piece of pipework. A sly winking poke-point on one end, a gaping wide receptacle on the other, there to catch the slurry of filth my body produces. To feed him. To force him. To make him. His only purpose is to be my human toilet. I do not need him. This isn't abo...
Evelyn entered the hallway of the unassuming council house semi, just down the street opposite from her house. By contrast, hers was a large five bedroom detached neo-Georgian affair - as befitted the wife of a well paid solicitor. At the urging of her husband, they had both joined the group a few weeks earlier. The rules were simple. Each member couple coul...