Authors note: This story is inspired by The Cum Chip - https://www.literotica.com/s/the-cum-chip If cum chips were routinely installed then it must be a female dominant society. I started thinking what else can such a chip do and how I would feel if I was getting one implanted into me? It sort of turned into a wish-list of electronic control over all aspec...
I woke very groggy at first. My head was banging from all the alcohol I had consumed at the party. A huge pressure was also pinning my body to the bed. Trying to raise my head, the pounding became so intense that I dropped my head back onto the pillow and cringed until it dulled enough that I could think. Cautiously I opened one eye, the sun gleaming through...
Here I was at age 62, back in the hospital for my third go around with an arterial blockage. Three years ago I had suffered a heart attack while on an airplane returning from a business trip and had gone through this life-saving angioplasty procedure where a cardiologist implants a metal stent in the blocked artery to increase blood flow. The procedure inclu...
Mareka waited for Sergei in one of the abandoned rooms of the art gallery where his latest exhibition was taking place. He had just arrived that day and texted her albeit via an encrypted message lest Serona find out. All the message said was 'Art Do at Karlson Art Gallery, Pierre Casanova will be there, bring flowers'. Mareka had immediately realised that...
Acknowledgements: My very grateful thanks to AngelLove for agreeing to edit this story, for her very timely work, and her valuable suggestions and corrections. Copyright 2006 by Zeta. All rights reserved. Max emerged from the shower like Aphrodite from the Paphos, refreshed and renewed, but most importantly a virgin. In the next room, Max's older sister,...
Gloria approached the woman sitting at the bar and said, "Hi, I'm Gloria. I'm wondering if I can talk to you for a few minutes. " The woman grimaced. "I can't talk to you now. Come back at 10.30 when I'm finished for the night." At 10.30, she said, "I'm sorry. I'm exhausted. I can't talk to you right now. Here is my number. You can come over tomorrow night...
The penis gag muffled her squeals quite effectively. That was indeed very good, since W/we were in a hotel room in Alabama. Using an around-the-mattress restraining system, My slave was spread-eagle upon the bed, her limbs cuffed into position. she was wonderfully naked, save for the blindfold, penis gag, and collar. A sheen of sweat coated her body. her c...
She took control and did that seat me in the bidet and took the hair trimmer. - Only I go for trimming it in order that it become more natural and also in this way not sting you when it revert to growing. The hair trimmer got on number 3 and she placed herself on one's knees among my legs. The short dressing gown had opened completely showing up that delic...
Author's note: This is my first story submitted and it builds into the characters slowly. I think it sets the scene for future chapters. If you don't like a slow start before the heated story lines, then please look elsewhere. I believe in developing a character and following their story. My story includes sexually explicit material intended for adults only....
One day I was lucky enough to discover that although a guy cannot actually have multiple orgasms the way women do, you can draw out their pleasure so that it feels like their orgasm is continuing long after they've finished actually cumming. My guy considers this to be his own kind of multiple orgasm and one hell of a great treat when I do it. Now, the reaso...