One spring day as I was walking to work, I felt a sudden and severe itch around my anus. Happens to everybody, right? But this was bad. Even on the crowded sidewalk of St. Catherine Street in Montreal, I found it hard to resist the urge to shove my hand down the back of my pantyhose and scratch my asshole. But I was a lady, a grown-up, somebody with self-con...
Her hands itched. Her feet itched. Even the inside of her body was on fire with an itch she couldn't reach to scratch. Her half eaten breakfast lay on the plate, her appetite had disappeared. Her brain was on fire trying to figure out what might have triggered what could only be some sort of weird allergic reaction. They had been to an all night restaurant...
Please do not read this story if fantasy is not your thing. This has scenes of outrageous levels of forced sissification, forced bi and gay scenes, watersports and general humiliation and degradation. It's just pure fantasy and includes some hypnosis. Some readers find these stories too full of fantasy, in which case please just don't read it. ***** It had...
Chapter 1: "A Moment" Rose was riding on the subway as she did every evening on her way home from work. It was packed as usual. Out of nowhere, a stabbing pain rose up in her right nipple, followed by her left. Blood saturated the front of her white blouse. People around her began to back away. The pain grew so intense, she shrieked in agony as she ripped a...
by: boy/the alter-ego of NastyPierre Chapter 9: Like Stealing Candy from a Baby I didn't think my ball gag would ever become comfortable and tried to catch my breath through my nose. Here, along with my butt-plug, was something else I had to gnaw on, something to keep my mind on. My Mistress provided me something for my front, as well as my rear. It made s...
The next morning Xenia opened her eyes, she hoped that it was Shorty that is next to her. She suddenly felt an itching sensation inside her pussy. It felt like a million little micro nerves tingling around the inside of her pussy creating a ticklish sensation. She tried to brush it off and forced herself out of her bed, still feeling a bit sluggish and hit t...
If you're looking for great plotlines, I'm not your lady - more erotica than lit, this is purely a fantasy fragment meant as inspiration:) So the rain is locked outside, where it should always have been, and the storm, such as it is, lashes its subdued British fury about us, so that we stumble into the foyer, damp, wet to the core, but alive and somewhat...
Eva's nose had started to itch as she watched Tiffiny leave and she was immediately reminded of her discomfort in her current condition. She barely heard Sir Dave telling the crowd that they could take a quick break while he set up the music for the next sale. She realized that she was no longer in that nice soft sub space that she usually enjoyed when Sir...
A daughter of Siberia, it wasn't the resistance of the depleted Wehrmacht that troubled Svetlana during the 3rd Guards Army's advance on Brest - it was the tortuously wet July heat of the Pripet marshes. Her Sveta didn't work more often than not, the wiring on the rifle squad's radio failed and the truck carrying their munitions got caught in the mud and h...
My name is Victoria Helena, I'm 32 years old (that means, by the time I'm publishing this), and I am a nymphomaniac. If you are reading this, you're probably familiar with this term by this point. If you read a little further about it, you will probably find out that doctors don't use "nymphomania" as a technical term for an addiction to sex anymore. However...