The people have spoken, and here are the poll results: "Mommy" the holstaur vs. Bobbin the hob, straw boss of the Ambrosia Ranch! The following is set deep in the past of the Monstrous Ranch, so you don't need any context to enter into it save the following: Bobbin helps run a ranch of imprisoned monster girls, and the holstaur is one of the most, er, troubl...
Author's note: Mind altering substances. Monster sex. These are fictitious events, by fictitious characters, in a very fictitious universe. All events depicted are by characters at least 18 years of age. Please consider that fair warning. *** "Why you cry, little girl?" Althea tried to control her sobbing as she looked around from the flat rock on the...
Before I begin my story here, let me just say that I am a very lucky man. I am with a wonderful woman who stood by me all these years and was more than willing to help through the emotional roller coaster that I went through while I was trying to figure all this out. We were engaged when I had my accident, and she not only stayed with me afterwards, but she...
When I was a student I used to visit my bf Steve in the dorms where he lived with his roommate Joshua. Steve always told me how he loves every part of my tender body, my tight waists, full breasts and deep armpits - the perfect figure, in his words. But most of all, he loved to touch my sensitive skin. My jumpy body was tuned to his slightest touch. He use...
A few weeks after the last game some of the girls decide to have a game by themselves. Michelle and Nikki walked up to Jennifer's house. Nikki said, "I hope we both do better than we do last time." They were greeted by Lynn and they found out they were the last ones to arrive. Everyone gathered in the living room where they would be playing. Michelle looke...
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful" Remember that line? It was from a commercial from the 80's - a shampoo commercial, I think. Well, I live the opposite gender version of this -"Don't hate me because I'm handsome." My name is Jim. The product of a handsome Italian father and a beautiful Greek mother, I was a cute baby, a cute little kid, a cute boy,...
The day started off simply, like so many others. I woke up to give you a soft kiss before you headed out to run, and then to work, then rolled back over to sleep. But, I knew what was really happening. I saw you leave, heard your footsteps padding outside and heading to the beach. The gentle crash of the waves and your feet hitting the pavement merged, and...
At last, the weekend. Time to relax, to get away from the pressures of work, of traffic, of people. Time to stay up late and to sleep in without feeling TOO guilty. Time to go out to eat at a nice restaurant, maybe a movie or play, maybe some dancing (okay, so I can't dance, so more like making a fool of myself on the dance floor). Time to spend with you. A...
My sister and I live in a tiny apartment and sometimes struggle to pay rent. Luckily my sister has a lot of guy friends who give her money usually in exchange for different types of sessions. Most of the sessions are tickling sessions. It's not that my sister enjoys tickling, she enjoys money. When we were little kids, she would usually let me tickle her in...
The beauty of the lake was soothing to Angelina's frazzled nerves. She'd been cranky and out of sorts the entire day, snapping at her sisters and unable to concentrate on even the simplest of needlework. An afternoon nap had helped ease some of the tiredness, but her waking hours had been filled with lusty urges that she had been unable to control, appease o...