The Tower of the Red-Eyed Princess is not marked on any map. Its whereabouts are unknown... down to the planet... down to the very universe, and the very dimension. Such a map would be unnecessary. When challengers seek the tower... or, when the tower calls for challengers... the two will find each other. The tower is told of in hushed whispers... It is said...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ***** Earlier, Mark and Maria stayed at the pool as Mike headed up for his transformation. The...
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This is the detail of my favourite fantasy, written down at the instruction of a good friend. He asked me what I thought about most often as I masturbated and I decided it was the Rubber Doll fantasy. This is expanded a little and hopefully a better read than my shaky and misspelt original. I arrive at a hotel, somewhere, and go to a room which has been p...
New Friends Monday morning, after a quickie for the road, Ginnie left Dave at the farm to negotiate a home swap with their Aunt and Uncle, while she went back to town to open her shop. Charlotte they deflated, folded and boxed, mostly to keep her out of trouble. It was nearly closing time when Carl entered. Ginnie smiled - the boy was even more embarrass...
I am a rubberist. I'm not saying it like a confession, because it's not, and I'm not sat here relating the story because I'm in some virtual 'fetisholics anonymous' 12-step program. I'm saying it because it's part of who I am. Yes, I am a strong willed woman who on occasion enjoys a good dicking. But that's the purely physical, it's a function of 'what I am...
The Toy "I like what we've done", he told her. "I like it a lot." "What do you mean?" she asked. "Your tits, your waist and your ass", he explained. "You know, when we take out the plug it stays open. Doesn't close. Not even when you try to close it. Well, it does a little. But not much." A chill ran through her. He had accomplished what she had feared h...
One day John woke up and heard a strange voice in his head telling him that he can alter anyone he wanted with the snap of his fingers... he didn’t know where this came from but he wanted to try it.What's next? Mom and dad The police station Feel free to add whatever The neighbor little sister His Aunt Bratty Sister and Her Bratty Friend Himself His Sist...
5 - Uniform I slipped my foot into the first part of my only possession - my uniform. Sylphi had finished toying with me for now and had gone back to her characteristic voyeur-like observation. The material of the latex stocking slid delightfully up my synthetic skin, as if they had been made for each other, which I suppose they had. It was even more inte...
Author's Note: This is a slightly edited version of a story I uploaded previously. The description of a character's race in the original were inaccurate and I apologize. Happy reading! * I suppose I did it to save money. Not much beyond that, but the perks are evident, if a little bit questionable. My roommate, Uriel, is a man I've always considered to be...