Sometime after my little crew of friends and I discovered our shared interest in assorted fetish related activities it became apparent that to continue in a serious manner some organization was required. Accordingly it was decided to form a secret society which we christened The Wenches. Initially there were to be seven members: me, my best friends RaeAnn an...
Red academy for girls is an advanced school for those between 18 and 21 years of age, who wish to excel in the future of art, science, literature, and athletics. 'Where are those two?' I thought. Lilly and April were my best friends and I often felt lost without them. Sure they were lesbians often making me a third wheel but just about everyone else though...
I had just gotten out of the shower after returning from work. My twenty-three year old body was exhausted after five hours of landscaping. I work for my husbands friends Zack and Sean who have made off quite well for themselves since graduation. These were two of his friends that had gang fucked me on a dirty offroading venture after our high school graduat...
Karen and Moya were becoming fast friends while planning the wedding with Karen's parents, they forgot that the Grand Admiral, Derna and Rick were planning on revisiting the Gomtu. The science shuttle arrived with the Grand Admiral on board, Rick and Derna boarded followed by Bryan. "Young man you behave when meeting the Gomtu or you will not be able go aga...
Robert Sr., was a guru of sorts - a specialist in the field of genetics, cloning, and a pioneer in research devoted exclusively to the design of sexual thrills for a world that was increasingly demanding hotter and kinkier sexual adventures and pleasures. When the excitation and titillation of "cybersex" could often surpass the everyday boring, mundane "re...
This is a continuation to Secret Lives Pt 1. I highly suggest reading that first as it sets the stage for this. As requested by a reader on Pt 1, I have combined two chapters into this one to provide more length. I appreciate the feedback and please keep it coming. *********** I laid in my bed, dressed in women's lingerie and completely bound, as my siste...
Too often we work our asses off all day or to those of you with night hours, all night, and for what? Then after we fight tooth and nail through all the lane monitor drivers who should (all ride rapid transit and) get off the road, we finally make it home. We don't need to know anything is broken, one of the kids was bad and needs to be talked too. We need a...
"Everyone here already? Impressive!" chirped Chloe as she entered their lair a few days later. Her eyes fell on the new life-sized cardboard cutout that now adorned one of the walls. A pink-haired anime girl with a massive set of protruding tits glued to her chest was displayed on it, arms stretched out, feet up in the air, a beaming smile plastered over her...
He rode into our valley in the late autumn of 1882. I was a mere lad then, barely tall enough to see over the old hay wagon. In the clear Colorado air, I could see his progress a mile away. At first glance, there seemed nothing remarkable about him, just another stray rider taking the dirt road toward the group of frame buildings that was our little town. Th...
The year was 1863 and the place was the heart of the South--Atlanta, Georgia. The U. S. Civil War was in full swing and the landed gentry were trying hard to keep their slaves. At least some were, the rest were trying to keep their slaves hard. Miss Eugenia Johnson was one of the later persuasion. You see, she knew, without a doubt that eventually slavery...