This is an esoteric yogic technique: centuries old. * I jackknife my ass into my sub's vagina and thrust into her yoni/pussy repeatedly as the two-petalled Mooladhara chakra or male prostate gland blossoms at the impact of my horny buttocks into willing feminine warmth, vulnerability and submissiveness. I get the same excitement in this action that a horn...
Sick thoughts. They were sick, sick thoughts. Yet no matter how much he tried to get them out of his head, they came back – whispered to him, tapped on his shoulder like the first wisps of smoke from a building on fire. Everyday, as he walked into his friendly San Francisco office he couldn't help but notice the curvature of her body. The perfectly packed p...
I want to tell you about a man I know. From my point of view I'm still doubtful about what happened to him. His claims seem fanciful because an apparition entering someone's body and trying to take over their mind, just doesn't make sense for me. He certainly doesn't talk about it much. When he does talk about it, I can see he's still very upset about whatev...
This story contains some absurd levels of growth. If mini-giantesses with huge boobs are not a thing you enjoy, this story is not for you. It also has a reality bending component, if you like simple, straightforward transformations, this is a far cry. ***** It had been billed as a mystical place as part of the Magical Ireland Tour, but as Myra and Leela lo...
Reggie didn't call me for a month. When I heard his voice on the phone I wondered if there was some sort of unwritten rule about the length of time one waits to call a man whom you had helped his girlfriend cuckold. I knew why he had called and it had nothing to do with having an extra ticket to the Celtics. Reggie wanted Lis again and from his tone he wante...
You come home late from work, you have had a particularly rough day and you want nothing more than to have a beer, sit and watch the television and relax, when you notice that your girlfriend has someone over at the house. As you walk in you hear them chatting in the living room and head towards the bedroom to change and then for the kitchen... she calls fo...
I was halfway through grad school when my best friend, Drew Cox, invited me to a beach house for spring break. We'd been friends since high school and were both doing grad school at Michigan State: him, in law school, and me in science. I was 26 at the time and Drew was 25, but we were in the same grade growing up. I was 6'1" with sandy blond hair and hazel...
"So, as my parting gift to you, why don't we get together to see just what I can do for you?" He could see her eyes light up at the prospect. Those eyes were dazzling. They were like the sun reflected off the lake on a clear Sunday morning; like the deep, deep blue sky that stretched for miles over the prairies; the blue you could only see and hold and keep...
I couldn't believe the brochure I was holding. I still thought that my girlfriend was playing some kind of joke on me. But this brochure looked too legit to be something she whipped up on the computer, and her mother wasn't the kind of person to go along with practical jokes. "An erotic cruise?" I gaped as I shuffled through the large brochure. The cruise s...
I know what you're thinking - a carpenter's best friend is his hammer. Well, yes and no. I have a lot of hammers for a lot of different jobs. Some are for framing, some are for roofing, some are for trim work, some are swung by arm, some are powered by compressed air, some are powered by batteries, and on and on. I have a bunch of saws, too: cross cut, rippi...