He walked through the door after a long day at the office. He couldn't wait to get home to his kitten, she always made him feel so much better, like he was some kind of super star. He had never dreamed things could be like this, having someone who loved so unconditionally, so trusting, so fully. He could hear her feet running through the house. "DADDYYYYY!...
Menielle flittered along the edges of the great silver fence, singing to himself in that buzzing hum the fairies most enjoyed. His head was immersed in happy little sparkly fog right now, thanks to Mistress Tricin, and so most of his mental processes were dedicated to thinking about the rules of obedience: A good pet listens to Mistress Tricin. A good pet...
Someday I am going to learn that making a bet with my girlfriend Beth is a lost cause. Not only do I usually lose, but also the stakes never seem to be what I thought they were. Not that she is dishonest; it’s more like she’s unexpected. If she says we are going fishing, I expect to sitting on a lake or river trying to catch lunch. She would be driving m...
Here is Chapter VII, the final episode of the "Kitten" story, and, again, my thanks to you for reading. All the characters described herein are 18 years of age or older, fictional; and any resemblance between them and anyone, living, dead, or imaginary, is purely coincidental. For all of you who've been waiting with bated breath for the hard core stuff: Now...
{This is a story based on a fantasy for Sir. I do hope you enjoy and there will hopefully be more tales from Kitten sometime soon!} You come in to find Mistress and I cuddled on the couch watching Dr. Who. You smile and sit down on a comfy chair; you're holding a small box held closed with a pink, tied ribbon. "Come here, Kitten, I have a present for you...
Master Terrin lay back in a half-asleep haze, a soft smile on his face, immersed in sweet, wet pleasure. He couldn't think about it. Couldn't even think about the soft lips sliding over his cock, the fingernails digging into his thighs with the effort of holding him still. It felt too good to think. A wet mouth. A rough tongue. Little moans and whimpers and...
It was a particularly ordinary day. They were sitting in her room doing the reading for class that she had sworn she would actually do this term and learn the course rather than skive off her studies and then cram for exams. Nope, she thought, not this term. Therefore the day was ordinary...and boring. Except for the one little distraction she was hiding fro...
Her face was broken. She hadn't suffered much for it, a little abuse at the hands of the other women, a great deal of teasing in her early years, but now, as a woman, the tribe simply ignored her. She might have liked it, even enjoyed the freedom her deformity allowed, had it not been for Turan. She licked her top lip on reflex. The split below her nose se...
Christine and I were at the supermarket the other day picking up a few things for the weekend. It was late in the evening. As we shopped the produce aisle I immediately remembered the conversation we were having last week comparing the size of a man's cock to that of a cucumber. Christine was always intrigued at the idea of what it might be like having such...
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