Don't you just hate fetishes? I know I do. Being a slave to what you like and practically creaming your pants in the presence of this fetish. To give some context to my suffering, my name is Kayle, I'm a Futanari, my balls are the size of oranges, and I LOVE being hit in them. But I hate having this fetish. Not for practical reasons, like worrying about per...
Seeing that they had no other options, Jackie said, "Please come in and sit down. Allow us to explain." Kendall turned to Mark, who was still standing in the doorway. Her raised eyebrows questioned what he wanted to do. He did come inside, but seemed undecided about what to do. "We did come here for answers," she reminded. With a conciliatory nod, he wal...
Authors Note: This story continues the adventures of eighteen year old Marcia (nee Marcus) Cicero. The tale opens a week after the events related in "Carol's Gifts". Marcia has shown visible signs of blossoming in the wake of Mistress Carol's injection of powerful hormones and is anticipating returning to her school for the first time as a girl. To answer an...
Author's note: I have not posted chapters 28-31 because they do not contain any Exhibitionist elements and so would not fit with the category here on Literotica that I am posting under. I don't believe it affects the overall story to skip it. All you need to know is that Lisa has a discussion and an experience with a friend from University that helps her mak...
"Dammit, that feels good..." Hot water sheeted down around me, so painfully, blissfully hot that I wondered for a moment of I was hallucinating, freezing to death, still wandering in the storm. Then Sienna raked her nails down my back just a little too hard and I decided I probably wouldn't hallucinate being sliced with knives. Sienna realized I'd flinche...
Thank you Tigersman for editing this chapter. I know everyone wants to know what's going to happen next to here to the rest of the story. ***** "Oh my God!" Melissa exclaimed not believing her ears. "I hate him. How could he do this to me?" Jackie said, her face still red and tears streaming down her face. "There is no way he would." "I fucking caught t...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sara Lance was only too happy to visit Central City. After all, it wasn't often that Team Arrow were the ones to help Team Flash. In fact, it was normally the other way around. So it was only right that they return the favour. Besides, s...
It was the most intense, most emotionally powerful kiss of my life. We might not have gotten many points for technique, and it wasn't especially passionate. We were both a little too tentative. But my knees were shaking, and I could feel Simran trembling, as well. I held her in my arms, afterwards, almost unable to believe that she was there. Finally. This...
Nod for my editor, and the tale goes on. ***** Waking from a dream, I feel my reality is far more enjoyable. My throbbing manhood is cradled in the warm embrace of woman cleavage. The gentle sights of beauty lying all around me, I smile. Cross is spooned around Clue on my right, Blank snuggled on my left, and Tempis nestled down over my thighs, her wings d...
Disclaimer - This is definitely a love it or not so much kind of story - as are most of mine. If you're not into hard CBT fantasies, really, you might want to find something a little more typically BDSMy. No sense wasting your time. If, on the other hand, you like hard CBT stories, you might have fun. Either way, knock yourself out and let me know what...