VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 7: "24/Seven", Part III My name is toilet. I had become the ultimate toilet, engineered by Seven of Nine to be the perfect living waste receptacle. This is the story of how we changed the world... * * * * * Diary of a toilet Year 2 "Expanding the experiment" * * * * * By my second year as Seven's toilet, Janeway was clearly impres...
"A Muslim guy can't be bisexual, Zahir Abiodun, the way I see it, a man can either be gay or straight, I think you're just greedy and dishonest, you lie to your faith and worst of all, you lied to me," said my ex-girlfriend Sharon Rosenberg, the day I decided to tell her that I was a switch-hitter. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I am a bisexual man of A...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is part of my Neil And Deb series. Deb and I write our stories together. Her memory is better than mine, and I put the words 'on paper'. This narrative has elements of our real life experiences, occasionally spiced with fantasy. You might be able to guess which is which. The hottest action is near the end of the story. All characters...
The beautiful mermaid grasped the base of Sailor Sam's penis in her soft, dainty hand. Locking her mesmerizing green eyes with his, she slowly bent her head down and brought her mouth to his swollen cock head. Her lips, plump and moist as the billows on the sea, gradually engulfed the purple head. Sailor Sam gasped as her soft lips slid down his shaft; the m...
My wife, Rachel, is one of those women in their late 30's who still look like they're in their early 20's. Other than a few gray hairs she colors away, it's hard to tell she is over 30, much less that she's coming up on her 40th birthday. It doesn't hurt that we've never had kids, but Rachel always looked hot. Rachel has longish brunette hair, is on the pet...
The late afternoon sun blasted everything in sight so that, to eyes used to the constant gray of the concrete jungle, Miami was a sort of city of gold. At least the parts of it that they drove through. Bailey couldn't stop jabbering, tugging Jasmine's arm as she pointed out this or that interesting thing, but Jasmine did not have much to say. Neither did Te...
This story is another fantasy of mine, of which I have many. My wife knows about my panty wearing and is OK with it but that's as far as she'll let me go, so I cross-dress when I get some alone time. I try to get into as much detail without making it a book to read. I like to read short stories that get to the point. I hope you have as much pleasure reading,...
I awoke in pain. I had slept bound all night. And it also seemed that I had been hit with something to wake me up. Angela was standing over me with one hand on her hip and the other holding my bounds that I slept in. She was already dressed and ready to go. I looked around to make sure we were alone this morning, only to find we were but I was still in panti...
Chapter 3: Consent and Satisfaction Jeni could hardly wait for her husband to get home. She had made reservations at a little French restaurant in the old section of town. She chose this restaurant, knowing the food to be excellent and that it would settle light. It gave her a chance to display her new sexy black spaghetti strap dress. She hoped he would no...
It was May in California; a nice, sunny, warm day, and it was time for spring cleanup. My wife took her parents out of town for the weekend to visit relatives, so I took advantage of the time and decided I would trim the neighbor's overgrown trees hanging over our backyard fence. I am a 49 year old, 5' 6", 160 pound hairy Italian guy, with salt and pepper...