Do Sex Dolls Dream Of Inflatable Sheep? Two — My Toy Gets A Fine Tuning I awoke feeling refreshed and with no hangover. The bed was so soft and comfortable that, feeling so relaxed, I regretted having to move. I sat up, moved my legs and found my thighs were very sticky. My breasts and chin were the same. Oh Irma, I thought, what a naughty, messy girl you...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2005. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * Caroline is an artist. She uses an unusual...
"Yay, it's finally here!" screamed Gina as she closed the door. "What is it?" asked Luca. "A special something I ordered online, maybe you'll like it..." She opened the apartment door and walked to the main gate where the mailman waited for her with a big cardboard package. What could it contain? Gina signed the paper, thanked the man and walked back insi...
I feel this story needs a quick intro. This was inspired by one of the first pieces of erotic fiction I ever read, The Factory by Tr_Veller. It's a similar story, but it's with a genetic girl and not as much sex, still it was an amazing piece. I tried reaching out for permission to basically borrow the idea and take a trans spin on it, but haven't heard back...
I knew that Simon was going to be trouble as soon as I met him, he sat there during my interview staring at our tits and making more pervy comments than he asked questions. I didn't mind though cos his house was right near the pub, so I wouldn't spend much time at home, and the rent was sooo cheap! I soon found out why. I moved in on the 8th of September, al...
'Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable Sheep?' Chapter 06: Six — I Go Out with a Big Bang I awoke to a scene of almost apocalyptic devastation. Margot's house had been left strewn with food and clothes, splashed with drink and cum, and littered with naked people. It had been the sound of Margot's husband, Gerry, clearing the trash from the dining table that ha...
You were working in your office Lord, I was chained to my latex-covered bed by an ankle-shackle, also working, writing, naked. I had already been summoned to act as human pissoir twice, dragging the chain behind me. The second time, culminating in an act of worship that had you bucking with lustful abandon in your chair and jerking thick sperm down my throat...
Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers for personal use only. No copyr...
That night when Doll came home from work Brian waited for her to exact some sort of sexy revenge but she seemed fine. She came in gave him a kiss, they ate dinner and she talked about her day. Everything seemed fine which worried him even more. A little later Doll was getting ready for bed without any hint that she wanted him to come with her. Usually this...
Jemima locked the door of the apartment and dropped her bags on the floor of the hall before kicking off her heels with an audible sigh of relief. She ignored the pile on mail on the doormat and trotted across the wooden floor towards the small spiral staircase that led up to the bedroom. As she climbed the stairs she consciously shed the concerns of the day...