This story was written based on inspirational Hentai drawings by an artist named Dmitry. I don't usually write this type of story but the drawings just called to me. It had been a week of round the clock negotiations to close the deal of the year. Sheri was the lead attorney on the project and had been simultaneously negotiating with two very different offe...
This narrative involves a story which I must stress is not my own. It is at once sad and joyful and (I am convinced most assuredly) not true. Although…well, I'll leave that for you, the reader, to decide. All that I can say is that there rings some truth to it, as fanciful as it seems to me. I will start this narrative with a little information about myself...
"Mr. Taylor?" Mike looked up from his phone to the receptionist called his name. Feeling slightly awkward he stood and approached the desk in the doctor's office, tucking his phone in his back pocket. "Hi. Mike," he said approaching the desk. The receptionist was checking her screen and clicking away, ignoring the young man. Glancing briefly up she said,"...
Her nipples were hard. With every step she took, every move of her body, every bounce of her breasts, they rubbed against the inside of her bra until they were nearly raw with heat. It was her own fault. She shouldn't have been thinking of him, of those things he did to her. It all started when she woke that morning. Her breasts were aching as they often d...
Ok, here I am - a virgin author! Please accept this piece as my "toe in the water" of writing short stories. I figured, after years of taking from others on this board, I should attempt to give something back. I eagerly ask for your thoughts and criticism, but please be gentle... I am new at this. I hope you enjoy... Lisa had been living with me for about 2...
My eyes open. I see that the room lights have come on. I am still partially asleep, however. I must be or I will not succeed in doing what I must do. I swing my legs off of the hammock and nearly float off of it in the partial gravity. My breasts, in near weightlessness, make me look much younger than I am. For eight nights now, I have trained my body to act...
This story is written in Modified Script format. * The Iron Man competition was the next day and my wife and I, along with our good friends, Barb & Dale, had traveled most of the day for Barb to compete the next day. I started to feel poorly over the last hour of our trip and I was looking forward to going straight to bed upon arrival. At the front desk o...
When I entered the room with their drinks on the tray I was carrying I thought I would be pleasing to my husband. I made sure that my skirt was properly adjusted the way he likes me to wear skirts in the house. He insists that my rear not be covered below my tight little hole, insists that he have instant access to it if he wants to use it for his pleasure....
The hot summer days of Southern California are often best spent lounging around a pool, soaking up some sun before jumping into the water to cool off, only to repeat the cycle again. My house has a high fence, and discreet neighbors, so it wasn't uncommon for me to enjoy a day sunning in the nude. Normally, nobody would know, but one afternoon my girlfriend...
MEMO From: Mr. Kilhoffer, assistant director, Division of Research and Development To: Ms. Johnson, v.p. for sales Re: Results of Field Test No. 3 for "The Acme Reducer" personal human-shrinkage kit. Ms. Johnson: Let me first re-iterate how honored I am to be part of this endeavor. Since the initial discovery six years ago of the human-shrinkage process...