The racket of the moving van disturbed my sleep and drew me out of the wet dream I was having. This dream, like most, was a wondrous fantasy that didn’t make a shit-load of sense. Something about my old high school physics teacher in drag with an enormous dick protruding out from under his tutu. I recalled being mesmerized, but the wailing of the reverse hor...
I lazily slouched in my desk as a blinding blonde sorority girl strutted to her desk, her ass sashaying with each step at my eye level. You can tell the sorority girls because they look ready to go clubbing at 8:30 in the morning. I sat in the back corner of class observing the rest of the ladies in my class, which happened to be the entirety of my class, th...
The train was crowded and I couldn't find a decent table to sit at until I came across one whose sole occupant was a guy wearing a do-rag. His tightly-strewn braids were just visible beneath the taut white material, and he sat hunched against the window talking on his cell phone. I looked outside and saw my family, faithfully awaiting the train's departure f...
Jack was always a good kid, from the time he was a little boy I would babysit him while his parents went on their numerous vacations and weekend get-a-ways. I was an older woman, 43, with no kids of my own and recently divorced, so it wasn't like I had a full social calendar just yet. But Jack was no longer a little boy, he was 20 with the body of a 30 year...
The Bath aequora dilectio Gracie looked at the bath; it was an antique, late Victoriana. It was unusual for more than that though; there was a nub in the centre, a nub that recirculated the water. It recirculated it so that it came out as a jet. She remembered that it had been a medical fad to cure women of hysteria, stimulating their sexual organs; from...
Dearest reader, I chronicle these humiliations at the demand of my master whose sole purpose in life seems to be to induce in me the greatest hysteria and humiliation his villainous mind can dream of. You can understand that as the doorman knocked at my chamber, announcing the arrival of the carriage, it was not only my heart that was aflutter. It was we...
[To my dear readers: "Let me know what you think so I can decide if this is worth continuing" Prologue The year was 3030 and the world was very different to how anyone could've pictured it. There were no flying cars, no alternate fuels and no virtual life. Everything got too real. The world ran out of fuel around the year 3000 – something which caused mas...
It's been too long. She's starving, she needs help. Suffering from a ravenous hunger taking over, famished, crawling out of her skin. Pacing, confined and bound in abstinence. She is craving to be fucked, she suffers from bouts of hysteria, brought on from extreme self-control. It's reached its' breaking point, its feening now, and out of control. I think I'...
If you are enjoying this, please hit the like button at the bottom. _The year is 2263. One hundred sixty-nine years ago, every grown man on earth perished as the result of the Shota Virus pandemic. Males who had not yet entered puberty at that time or were born after faced a different fate. The virus lays dormant in their bodies. Most find the disease to be...
Wisps of smoke, rising from the burning wick of a candle, fill her nose with the smell of lavender and vanilla, as they swirl around her in the inky blackness of her room. The flame glittering on every part of her skin that wasn't covered by the skimpy black silk of her lace nightgown as it hung from her shoulders: she wore nothing beneath. Her soft brown ha...