It was Saturday evening and the time had come to move into his house. Tonight would be what he called my submission to become his SLUT. This is the night when as he put it “I will make you mine. You will become my BITCH!!!” That sounded so nasty and… well erotic and it made me hard. The thought of being owned, like an object, to be used at will for the singu...
This is my first story I've ever written. I also wrote it in a matter of hours, so please be gentle. If it has potential, I will edit and repost an updated version. * around phrases indicates thoughts or shared thoughts. Thanks for reading! ***** I sat at the bar, swirling my drink over ice. People tell me tequila is for shots, but hell, I love it regard...
I seriously doubt Miss Watson has dreams like this, and if she does she's not telling. I, on the other hand, have dreams like this all the time. How else do I get strange ideas like this one? ****************************************** In Her Dreams I looked around, wondering where I was. I knew I was asleep and dreaming, but I usually dreamt of places I...
Edited by RogueLurker Author's note: This story falls in the categories of incest, mind-control and nonhuman) Part 2 of 6 Casey's older sister, Sylvia, discovered early on that her spectacular body and pretty face was all she needed to do well in life. She left University to marry a man much older than her, a very rich man whose lifestyle sent him to the...
Agent 409 was exhausted, her body tired and sore especially her pussy. The extreme orgasms had taken their toll on her. Her skin was slick with sweat as the excursion and the tight rubber of her suit had heated up her body quite a lot. She didn't know how much more she could take. The large stun rod was still lodged inside her and the humming continued to vi...
There is no sex in this chapter. After our conversation with Roger's mother, no one felt like finishing their food. Poor Betty, who argued along with Roger that my strategies were foolhardy, was very quiet as she cleared the food and discarded it. "The courtroom is open again," she said upon returning. We glumly stood and walked to the doors, our security...
(c) 2010 Mark B Garland "Hey, sweetie. I'm home!" Mark called as he hung his coat up. The day had been a long, hot one, and he was feeling horny. "I'm in here," called Joanne, from the living room. "What are you doing?" he asked, as he joined her. His wife was of average height and build, but her crystalline blue eyes and red hair still had the same incre...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Training Regime Continues: I would spend the next three months in more intensive physical and mental training. I was also allowed more time in tactical observing on going operations, especially at the Warp Dogs Club. The Directorate was collating information on possible bl...
This story follows the short descriptive tales of the Blob, a fictional alien character, based in a post war-time, 1960's-esque civilisation. Miranda, a buxom girl of big heart and even bigger breasts, and her friend, Jane, a small and stout beauty of dark hair and hypnotisingly striking features, find discarded barrels of alien fluid. Overcome by the mind c...
The Salesman recognized Paul wandering the home theater section below. Looking down on Paul from the elevated, high-end electronics section, there was nothing special about Paul's appearance to make the Salesman take note. Paul was in his mid- 50's, and he was altogether an unremarkable physical specimen. Average height, average build, graying a little, thin...