This story, not just this part, is for Hooked100! An inspiration, to me & I hope to others... (You need to read part 01 to understand Elizabeth's perspective and the reason for her narrative.) * We drove home in silence, George furious. I could see his red face in the dash lights. I smoked incessantly. Filling the ash tray in the console with lipsti...
PART TWO - CAMBRIDGE - 1 - "So..." Gabe said, unable to sit there in awkward silence any longer, "A transgender symbol, eh? What does that mean?" After almost an hour and a half of feeling uncomfortable in the back of the cab with the fearsome stare of the purple haired punk eyeing him up from across the seat, Gabe was feeling pretty nervous. He had accep...
I sat at baggage claim, logged into CHYOA like an idiot. I had wanted to write more, but instead I was reading Nina's Adventures by Inked. My manhood raged inside of my jeans as I waited. I couldn't go to the bathroom because the flight would land any minute. As if on cue, the arrival/departure board flipped to show the plane I had been waiting on had landed...
I am naked. I am in a cage. I am covered in cum. I am blindfolded. My hands and feet are bound. I have given my life over to the 18 men in the next room. I am thinking this is either the most brilliant or most stupid thing I have ever done. I am theirs now, 24x7. The ink on the contract is as dry as the cum on my face. I am horny as hell - even though I ju...
Sarah followed Maddie her mind racing about the day, and the fear and thrill of sending her husband David photos of her adultery and enjoyment of pleasures of the flesh today... Maddie had by now lit candles in the room and looked at Sarah with her green eyes "unzip this I need your tongue, now! The latex dress was unzipped, and Maddie let it fall to the fl...
I'm a proud nineteen year old Japanese young woman, born and raised in Tokyo, but I never really felt that I truly belonged there. My wild and free American soul has always felt constrained by Japanese customs. That's why I moved to the United States. Yes, I'm a typical petite long haired Japanese woman raised by traditional parents, but according to my moth...
After the tiny cage's door slid shut, Sarah futilely twisted, desperately looking for a way to get free of this contraption. Shivering as her surroundings cooled in the night air, Sarah tried to curl into a ball in the cage, listening to the soft moans of the other captive girls and the rattles of her own chains. Realizing she could not find any way to escap...
One thing I never forget is scent. It's probably my strongest sense. One of my earliest memories, for example, is saturated by the perfume of dill and tomato soup. It was, and still is, my favorite. My grandmother used to make it for me when I'd visit her farm. I would climb the hill to her house with my uncertain steps, only to find that my bowl would alrea...
Chapter 3 - Slaves in a new world The new world was hot, the sky a clear blue and the air dry. Every male had been collared and leashed; some walked on two legs, some on four. Alex was led out still wearing his humbler. Every petmale on the ship had been fitted with one. Alex had grown completely used to the view from all-fours, but part of him longed to st...
She stands near the window, watching the snowstorm come in. Clouds darken sky, and snow lightning, a rare phenomenon, splinters the inky blackness. Sleep has eluded her once again, and she is restless. Snow covers the ground and frost creeps into the corners of the window pane. She stirs the embers in the fireplace and lays an armful of logs on the grate. In...