He took me first, and now is one step away from making my wife his personal sex toy. That final step will happen in about an hour. My wife is currently getting ready. She will emerge in 30 minutes, in a red bra and panty set, and officially pledge herself to Andrew. Andrew is a 22 year old college student and stereotypical frat boy. But he also reads peopl...
Many thanks to ViWriter for helping me edit this story. It's not required to read parts one and two first, but this story assumes you have, so some things may be confusing if you haven't. The most important information to know is that Julia is wearing a remote-controlled vibrating clit ring that can detect how close she is to orgasm and tease her accordingl...
Part 3: An Audience with Zzaral "Time to wash up, slut!" barked Ormgard, clanging her baton against the bars of Aznar's cell. Aznar stirred, groaning. His limbs were leaden, his joints ached, and even though the dungeon was dark with perpetual timeless night, he was certain he hadn't eaten anything in at least a day. He turned over and saw the huge woman, f...
This is part two of a multi-part story that explores various themes. Based on 5% fact and 95% fiction. This is my first story so be gentle with me. Comments welcome ***** I read and reread the message again in amazement. Part of my expected Ashton Kutcher to jump out screaming, "Punkd!" After a few I figured nothing was gonna happen, put the car into gear...
This is Part 3 of my Balkan adventures. It follows Mongol Hoard and Trans-Ending. If you haven't read those all you need to know is: it is around midnight in the hotel in which a language course is in progress; I have had a night with a transwoman I called Borte, and a session with her and two cis-women I called Marina and Bistra. That tumultuous four-way h...
Rebecca pulled her keys out of her bag and unlocked the door to her apartment. She could barely remember her walk home as she tried to process all that had happened to her today. As she walked in and dropped her backpack on the floor her stomach growled. Five o'clock was early for supper but since she had missed lunch, it was time. She giggled as she walked...
Horror isn't my usual genre for trying to write something — or, for that matter, my choice for my own entertainment when it comes to books and movies — but I thought I'd give it a try for ChloeTzang's event given the "night" theme. So, I'm an utter novice at this. Plus, I thought I'd try something a bit ... tonal? Recipe for disaster, I know. This isn't a...
Leon was wondering what the hell he had done to find himself in the position that he was in. He was kneeling on the ground, naked as the day he was born, surrounded by three women in pink dresses, two naked men, one of whom he knew as a police officer, and a crazy woman in a police uniform who needed to register herself as a lethal weapon. They kept asking h...
After the weekend of a sexual lifetime fifteen miles up a side road in northern Mississippi, the real world was about to come screaming back with a vengeance. The alarm clock beeped at six thirty, and there was a lot of work to be done. I rolled out of bed, impacting on the floor with a crash as my bad knee didn't feel like cooperating. Michelle just moaned...
The Dungeon – Three Vignettes of the BDSM Lifestyle at La Playa Author's Note: This story provides little character development, as I hope you'll see in the first two paragraphs. To understand the narrators readers may want to review La Playa Ch.1 in the Group Sex category. Scene 1: Master Paul Hector screamed. He didn't cry out, moan, groan, pant, or mum...