Ka-dung! Ka-dung! Ka-dung! "Mm-huh?" Caitlyn groaned as the rude racket wrenched her from her sleep. Lying on her belly, the side of her face mashed up against her pillow, she blinked her bleary eyes. She saw nothing. She dragged her fingers, pulling aside her hair draped across her face then blinked again. No good; pitch dark. To her dismay she confirmed...
Shin watched the robot navigate the floor of the apartment. He had to admit that it was impressive. It moved quickly through the sty of Guy's living room, adroitly dodging furniture, electronic detritus, and empty pizza boxes with equal facility. "Okay, Guy, it's cool. What the hell is it?" "Besides my rent for the next six months? It's a fucking machine."...
I once heard that sex is addictive; the more you get, the more you want. I spend most of Sunday thinking about what will happen to me next weekend at Marie's salon when she helps me use the small fucking machine with its bondage straps. When I'm not thinking about that, I'm reliving my encounter with the battering ram and the sensational orgasm it produced....
Ann stared at the machine that she had spent the last two years creating. At 37 she did not consider herself beautiful, but rather plain. She was 5' 7" and weighed in at 127 lbs. light brown hair to the middle of her back. She stood there with her half empty glass of red wine in her hand and the half empty bottle on the small table. Her hand shook slightly...
I pull up in front of Marie's building a few minutes before one o'clock on Sunday. By the time I reach the entryway, Marie is holding the door open for me and butterflies are flapping around in the pit of my stomach. I notice that she is wearing a short-sleeved blouse, sandals, and a miniskirt that showcases a pair of splendid legs. We exchange pleasantries...
Several weeks had passed since Anna had received a trip to the Eros Spa from her aunt. The experience she had with their "sexual therapy" had quite literally changed her whole outlook on sexual encounters; she had never really had an orgasm until she tried their amazing machine. The little flutters she had thought were orgasms she now realized were just the...
---- I didn't like where I took the previous series in the last part. So I decided to start a new series, that takes place about a year later. ---- A few weeks after I left the cabin last year, I met Sara. We've been going out ever since, about 8 months now. My relationship with her is serious; she lives in my apartment with me and we've been talking a l...
Some years ago I was surfing the net when I came across an American website selling a male masturbation machine. I was totally fascinated. I have a high sex drive and over the years when I have not been in a relationship have tried many so called "toys" to enhance masturbation and simulate real sex. As I read through the whole website my interest grew the mo...
On the Monday morning after Nicky and Amanda had been introduced to the fucking machine that was owned by her mother, Shelley sat in her English class, listening to Miss Bascom. The teacher's parents had been misguided enough to name her "Prunella", after a wealthy aunt and, because of her dreadful name and because she was unmarried, most of the female stude...
PLEASE READ FIRST If you are looking for a sex story does not look any further, it only has references to it. The story has no facts it is pure fiction. Drink always, looseness the tongue. By loveofmyLife75 I had just finished a Saturday mornings target shooting at my local club I preferred a pistol my shooting friends who preferred a rifle. My shooting...