This is part two of a fictional story and not intended to suggest anything about real-life BDSM play, consent, or relationships. I welcome your comments and suggestions for this story. Thank you. ***** When I awoke the next morning, Matthew had already left for work. He had left a note for me. "At 2 pm, go to the bathroom and slide this plug into your as...
Dedicated to my Jean-Michel. This is the third chapter of the Fantasy Weekend. It is recommended that you read chapters 1 and 2 prior to reading this installment. Sunlight streams in through the windows. I open my eyes and gaze around the room, momentarily disconcerted at not waking in my own bed. Then I realize your arms are still around me, and our...
"You're sure this is safe?" Jason asked, shivering as another layer of the frigid gel was slathered over his exposed backside. Victor took his time working the chemical into the other man's taut, solid cheeks. "Safe...ish. We've talked about this...I'm confident the process won't be fatal, but beyond that, no promises." "Is there a reason I can't be doing...
Umi laid in bed, having just woken up. She ran her hand down her cock which laid across her stomach. She reached her balls, and cupped one in her hand. It was big, heavy, and full. She got out of bed and walked over to her closet, putting on her cocksock and ballkini right away. She stopped for a moment as she remembered the girl with the horse dick, Whinn...
It's Friday, and everything is ready. On the floor of the spare room is an inflated paddling pool. The sort of thing you have for the kids, but this is a good size. About 10 feet long and 6 feet wide; and inflated fully to give a nice soft floor with 12-inch high walls. No water, but a soft fluffy duvet on the inflated floor and a waterproof bed sheet over i...
Britnee was dreaming. Dreaming she was the red rubber ball on the end of a rubber band attached to a paddleboard. She was slapping against the paddle thwapapapap. She didn't mind the slapping, she did mind the air raid siren blaring in her ears. It sounded like the end of the world. "Shut Up!" she screamed. She jerked awake. It took a moment to realize the...
Busted in Balloonville Part 5: Clean Up Time The door closed behind Suzette, and Jeff found himself alone for what felt like the first time since he had walked into the Balloonville General Store to find Alicia huffing and puffing into that giant red balloon. How long had he been in Balloonville? He looked at his watch and was surprised to see that it wa...
It had been an arduous and busy week. Hagen lay in the semi-darkness on his Le Corbusier chaise longue and relaxed with a glass of Scottish "water of life". Most of the living room was shrouded in shadow, with only a small area in front of the fireplace lit by the flickering flames, and there, right in the middle of his field of vision, he had placed Helena....
Mrs. Coppersmith, or Joyce I should call her now that we'd become more familiar with one another, was clearly in heat and wanting to be violated by a younger man. My cock was aching for release from my pants so that it could also look at Joyce's breasts and get ready for her pussy. As she stood braless, with her knockers looking spectacular, I began to und...
Gwendolyn Harper was born to her parents and everything seemed normal with the baby until she reached the age of three, when she had an accident. She was playing near an electrical outlet at her grandfather's house, and she stuck a metal piece of an old fashioned toy she had into it. Of course, the outlet blew up and the wall was scorched, but she was unharm...