Peter's head was swimming. He felt like he was going a million miles an hour, in all directions. And if it weren't for the pounding in his skull, he might've thought someone had slipped him something. He didn't think he was even seeing colors right. "Peter? Is that you?" A voice. A woman's voice. Familiar. Black... Felicia? "Jesus, it is. I never forget a b...
This is my very first attempt at an erotic story. There are more elements of truth in this first part than fiction, this did happen to me. If I get positive feedback and comments I will continue with the second part which has a lot more sex as this part is more scene setting. The usual disclaimer applied. Everyone is (well!) above the age of consent. Names...
Jack woke in the living room. The girls wore short skirted Pan Am stewardess fantasy outfits except Jersey Amy. She was covered in a black liquid latex shine from head to toe. Her face was masked with a latex dog snout costuming her with a look of puppy. Only her long eyelashed eyes showed she was human. They peered back in fear as she sat on her hands and k...
"I don't care. What is the difference?" I was there, sitting on my bed, and before me, there were two identical girly latex cats. After abusing my traumatized body for the past two hours, they removed their perforated blindfold, and I finally could tell which one was who. I tried to explain all over again what my point was. I was tricked into thinking that...
The door was set in an alcove about halfway down a grubby little back alley. Paul Cohen supposed these places needed to be discreet. Even so, he was glad it was early in the afternoon and a bright sun—a rare sight for much of this overcast and rainy summer—was high up in the sky. He wouldn't have relished the prospect of walking down here after the sun went...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys, before you read this, I just wanted to say a few things, just so you are not confused. This is a piece I've written a while back, and REALLY love how it turned out. But due to its unusual concept, I felt the need to explain the background story of this, so it wouldn't baffle anyone. I wanted to submit this, but without an explanati...
Phil awoke to the smell of lavender and spring. Verdé's soft lips were pressed against his in a kiss. She exhaled and warm, fragrant air flowed back into him like a fresh spring breeze. He felt the embers of his spirit rekindle and spark back into life. Verdé looked down at him with her bright green eyes and smiled. Her long silky green hair flowed down over...
She found you there, tied over the desk, stained face betraying your recent history. A pair of satin panties formed a delicate puddle around the knot connecting your stocking'd ankles. None of your "companions" had bothered to undress you more interested, no doubt, in taking advantage and likely entranced by the lascivious sight of a bare bottom beneath your...
Kitty spent longer than usual in the bathroom. Based on the noises I was hearing, she was removing all the glued electrodes from her skin. After wearing them for a while, she probably decided that it was about the right time to gift herself with an extended break from her sex-coffin. Spending a lot of time in it was not all she wanted in life. Her last runs...
She was a zit, a swollen, white headed bubble ready to burst and squirt whenever he decided to pinch her in that very special way. Not necessarily painful, nor unsightly if you are into that sort of thing. Bright red at the edges and white in the center, she'd personify that zit wearing red latex and lace over her pale, pale flesh. Like any zit, he harbored...