This is a parody... It is not real... R. I. P. Joanie I miss you *** There I was, looking at a Sex Time Machine... yes I said a Sex Time Machine... I have no clue how they came up with the name but, I saw it for sale on the internet and I bought it. I mean it's on the internet, so I figured it had to be legit... So I bought it. Got a good deal, I'm assumin...
My husband and I have what most would describe as an 'active' sex life. I am now in my late forties and he is slightly younger, and we love to play together, experiment, push the boundaries and satisfy ourselves sexually using toys, lingerie and going to parties, sexy balls and functions. I am quite tall, standing five feet, ten inches and my body has fille...
The night seemed to fly by while sleeping in my little dog cage. I hear you start to stir as the morning sun peeks through the blinds. I see your feet hit the floor and you walking naked to the chain hanging on the wall. It means that you are letting me out, and I try to hide the excitement as you unlock the cage. "Come," you command, as I race out quickly t...
Brian reaches for the box I had left him. It was full of toys to use on me. What would he decide to do to me? Maybe he would shock me with electricity, or put a butt plug up my ass and go back to fucking me, or maybe he would even use a different vibrator on me. He had something much different in mind. I heard him move things through the box, latex and rubbe...
Sten Erikson was a normal dairy farmer except for the fact that some of his "cows" were human. Stens farm was a legendary sex filled paradise until the government came and shut it down. Just how this strange human dairy farm could exist require some explanation and a look into its history. This story will focus on how the farm came to be, what the farm was...
Her face was buried in the laundry on top of the washing machine. His hand on the back of her head, holding it down. Wrapped in that beautiful silky hair, her auburn curls tightly wound in his fingers. His other hand held her leg up onto the corner of the machine. It was one of those older machines, he mused, the kind that opened on the top with the little s...
Warning, this historical fantasy contains references to fucking and fucking machines and contains four letter words and any resemblance of any characters to any person living or deceased is entirely unintentional. In addition it contains folk getting strapped down with leather straps and there's Snuff, Prostitutes and steam valves, and the Dowager lady McNe...
This is not my scene. The name's Ailena Matronymics and I'm a member of the "Assistance for Hire" crew. If you've been paying attention then you know the deal: world ended, separated from family, found these people, yaddi yaddi yadda. Look, I'm just a gal from Brooklyn who don't give two craps about my family. I like these people so I'm happy to help out b...
Very many times, I had planned to truly ensure that Tara was fully satisfied. Satisfied with what??? Wasn’t I fucking her regularly?? And wasn’t I playing all the games she could dream off as well?? No. I did not mean that. Based on the fact that she would ring me in the office, or in the middle of the night when I am overseas and simply tell me” I want yo...
I was sitting in the passenger seat of Hannah's car as she drove us home. "Look at this picture. Oooo look at this one. No this one," I said as I was scrolling through the hundreds of pictures the waiter took in the restroom. "We look so damn hot with that dick in our mouth," Hannah said with a lot of enthusiasm. "Hell yeah. Do you mind if I tweet a few...