Author's notes: This is a sequel to the story "Three Dog Night". It can be read separately, but would be best read after that story. It is a non-human story, with elements of non-consent, fantasy, and hardcore sex. Please feel free to skip it if these are not your cup of tea. Please do not read this if you are under 18, are not allowed to read it in your...
"I'm gonna take a walk," Vanessa yelled over the music to her friend Sarah. "Don't get lost," Sarah yelled back, taking a sip of her apple cider. Vanessa just forced a laugh and turned away from the bonfire into the darkness. It was the last weekend before finals, and graduation was so close she could taste it. The stress was getting to Vanessa, and a bonf...
“You know, Sandy, one of your biggest flaws as a sub is your pride. It gets in the way of your submission,” he said, not unkindly. Sandy had been given his training collar several months ago. She desperately wanted to please him, but she was having a tough time with begging. It felt awkward and somehow embarrassing to have to ask and plead to get her sexual...
My tittyfucking obsession marched on and my collection of material grew. The occasional thoughts of doing a film about a tit fuck contest intrigued me. I had the money, learned what I liked, and didn't like, had what I thought was a new fresh idea, but really didn't know how to go about filming, distributing, legal contracts, and hiring of models. I knew I w...
All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional. ***** Saturday night at Swingtime Social Club. A fifty-year-old computer systems designer from the suburbs walks in with three hot women on his arm. Wait, what? I had never even had a dream that good, but there I was, the doorman smiling at me like it was totally normal. Misty greeted...
Becky and I work for the same company, but in different departments. Both of us had worked our way up the ladder from seasonal employees to full time management. Becky stood about 5'-3" and was a raven haired BBW. She had a nice big ass, and her tits were big, but not huge. Becky wore her hair shoulder length and sometimes would get it cut in one of those "D...
My heart beats a little faster when I hear the knock on the door, knowing that it's you. You smile as I invite you in and our lips meet the instant the door closes. Gently at first as you wrap your arms around me, my fingers sliding into your hair as it deepens. Your hands press into my back, forcing our bodies closer. It would be easy to forget all about ou...
"Come on, come on, get up, its time to go!" My wife was talking and it sounded urgent. I opened my eyes just in time to see her rip the covers off the bed as her breasts bobbled in the back ground. I sat up, wondered what was happening and watched her, no bra as she zipped up the red track suit. I sniffed the air for signs of fire. "Put that on," she said a...
Diary p.2: "Now I have found myself in a bizarre situation. My so-called normal life spiraled out of control in the last two months. I am writing this in hopes that one day I can make sense of all this. Tomorrow I will go in for my first shoot. I don't know how I got myself into this mess exactly but I will try my best. I feel scared and so helpless, but I c...
Alana Fowler, a single 26-year old baker/dessert eatery owner, was in her apartment in midtown Atlanta, thinking up ideas for cakes for her bakery/dessert eatery called Sinfully Sweet & Decadent. Her bakery has cupcakes, layer cakes, cookies, cinnamon rolls, and other desserts so rich that would make even a hardcore aerobic addict want to cheat on their diet...