Warning: this is a work of adult fiction; all characters are over 18 and this should not be read by anybody under that age. Humbly dedicated to my Goddess, Lady Izzabelle ________ It was just another Tuesday evening. A boring day at the office was over and Ian was surfing the net for some entertainment. Ever since he could remember Ian had been drawn to...
The wheels of the landing gear made an audible screech as they touched down on the runway at La Isabela; it was a sound that was as commonplace as the dull pinging of the buttons that passengers pressed to summon the attention of the harassed cabin crew and nothing to spare even a moment of thought over. But to know that for a fact would require a person to...
This is a straight up no-frills wish-fulfilment/gratification scenario based around a loose school satire for people that enjoyed the first chapter, which can be found in the 'Group sex' category. This submission is more tongue in cheek and belongs more firmly in the humour/satire section. As with the first chapter, feedback and comments are appreciated, as...
Content Warning: Predicament bondage, self bondage, non-consent *** In a house of five people it was difficult to find time for yourself. Four other women meant the flat-share was always busy. Someone was always coming or going, knocking on you door to ask you if you wanted a cup of tea. Tonight she was absolutely alone in the house though, she had checked...
Cynthia's husband of two years, Brian, was in the Marines' Force Recon and stationed in Iraq. She had heard her brother, who was a Naval officer, refer to Force Recon marines as "bullet sponges" when he thought she wasn't listening, since he would have never said such a thing had he known she was within earshot of him. This description sent Cynthia's imagi...
Ancilla Meyers knew that her husband was cheating on her. He was acting all jumpy and skittish. He came home at odd hours, claiming that he was at work. She knew he wasn't because his secretary was a dear friend and had told Ancilla otherwise. He wasn't even being that careful about hiding it, he and the other woman had been spotted having lunch. Ancilla was...
"Hi Bob! Welcome to Make Me A Futa," said Ann, guiding me to the contestant's chair. The audience could just be seen beyond the glare of the studio lights and the array of cameras. Certainly their rustling and murmuring and laughter could be heard. And as if it wasn't terrifying enough being centre stage for the first time in my life, I was dressed like a gi...
The music in the fetish club throbbed in Margaret's ears as she sat, sipping mineral water at the bar and waiting for Ethan to arrive. Around her, an impressive array of vinyl skinned, latex wrapped, and leather-clad strangers seethed like a river as they negotiated past the islands of undulating bodies that swayed and bounced to the heavy bass beats that fi...
Disclaimer: None of the characters portrayed in this story are mine; I borrowed them from Paramount and the late Gene Roddenberry. The story has an adult theme, involving aspects of BSDM and a little D/s, if such themes make you uncomfortable, or if you're not yet 18 years of age; do not read. If, on the other hand, you get off on steamy sex between Will R...
Author's Notes: I would like to make something known to the readers of any of my stories. The purpose of me writing these, besides the obvious, is to educate others of the truths of auto-erotic asphyxiation/breath play. The fetish has a horrible rep in the fetish community because of it's unfortunate association with death. I write what I write in proof th...