A while ago, I met a rubber-loving guy on the internet, who was so enthusiastic in his descriptions of his particular pleasure that I arranged to meet him. I've never actually met him but we exchange fantasies by email, and what follows is one of my fantasy emails:- The other day, whilst dozing in bed about 7am, I was fantasising about various scenarios if...
1.2.3. Capsule Richard liked the twitching of his prisoner under the latex sheeting. She seemed to like the vibrator. He was sure that she had just reached her first orgasm and was already on her way to her second. It took him some effort, but he took his eyes off her and turned to the small cube of Selene's skull. The cube with an edge length of one centi...
The last time he had messed up was a difficult one. She had demanded that he stand there before her and lower his pants to his ankles. Hes shorts and pants there on the floor, he stood there standing. His rock hard penis pointed at her erect twitching. There he stood with her eyes upon him. It was difficult not to feel self conscious and he was so overwrough...
"Hey, Clara! You are back!" "..." "Haha, still not very chatty. I'm so happy to see you. I wasn't sure you would want to come back after what I had done to you the other day." Lucy was definitely still friendly, and I was still unable to utter a single word because of my communication disorder. She more than likely knew I had a problem, but she did not ac...
It was a chilly winter day. The cold winds brushed against my plaid, skirted coat and ginger, shoulder-length hair. I stood, with my boot-clad feet, on the front steps of my little cottage before my large pet. She was on all fours and against the wall, wearing a red latex bodysuit with tall platform heels. The voluptuous woman, having dyed dark red hair that...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** "Were you a good pup today, Lancey?" The whiteta...
It's late, but not a long walk to your apartment. It's not a familiar part of town to you, but the GPS has yet to steer you wrong, and it's still moderately light out, in spite of the hour. A left turn here, crossing the street, and then it should just be a few more blocks until you're home and able to kick back and relax. You're dressed in normal attire, a...
We were told not to speak unless spoken to. Of course, we knew that already. No one came through the doors of that house on Highbury Street without knowing the basics and usually more. We came with no clothing, no jewelry, no accessories or make up allowed. It was October that year that I arrived and we were allowed, or rather issued, a pair of simple canvas...
Chapter 1 I had been working for Real Life Inc. for a few months. Real Life was different things to different people. To some, it was an escort service. We also make adult videos and photo shoots, mostly on request. Some clients even visit the former armory that we used as a studio. They could get pictures or video of themselves with their favorite adult mo...
It had been many months since the demise of my last relationship, and the forced isolation it had brought was beginning to take its toll. It seems that when relationships end so do many friendships. I had thrown myself into my work at the local library, working long hours to escape the pain that was my constant companion. Earlier that evening I had watched a...