It's 8:30 and dark when I arrive in this moneyed neighborhood. Ah, to be a boss, single and have money in the bank! I climb nicely laid brick stairs amid well-kept landscaping, reach the second floor, and press a doorbell. I wait, and press it again. And again. Is Payton leading me on? It wouldn't be the first time when chasing tail. Finally, the door opens...
A low sigh escapes my lips as I emerge from a deep slumber, my mind seemingly wrapped in a fog. A predawn chill embraces my nude form, causing a shiver to run through me. My wrists are bound above and behind my head; my legs are drawn up to my sides, leaving me exposed. My eyes register only darkness, adding to my sense of trepidation. The measured approach...
"Shit! What else can go wrong?" I asked myself. "I've got nothing else." Talk about when things start to go from bad to worse and you need to hit rock bottom before you can climb back up. Lost my job. Car was repossessed. Employment Insurance running out. Girlfriend left. Refrigerator almost empty. Apartment rent increasing. If that wasn't rock bottom, I do...
© MiloXarts 2018 =================================== Dear Reader, thank you for following the story of Jenny! Thank you as well for all the comments I've got for this and all the previous parts! And last but not least, many thanks to WarEagle for editing and proofreading of this story! =================================== Chapter 1 "Mmmh," I moaned...
"People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice." ― Charles Bukowski Carving blistered backroads ― the way a chef cleaves holiday ham ― the Korn King programmed his GPS for John Glenn's most imminent gangbang. Yes, that John Glenn ― dead astronaut. Someh...
Judy showered and then the hairdresser fixed her hair while another beautician applied makeup. She was still wobbly when she stood to get dressed. The combined effects of the mud bath and massage with Bruno had left her curiously drained and weak. By the time she walked out dressed into the reception area of the spa to leave, she felt great. Still there was...
Please read A Crossdressers tale part 3 before moving on to this story. *** I slipped out of the sticky lubed up rubber, rinsed it and hung it on the rail to dry. Knowing full well I'll need it over the weekend. A quick shower and I jumped into our very large queen sized bed and began to nod off. Soon I was disturbed by someone squeezing in at the side of...
Chapter 11 The Escape Brandi was lying on her back with her limbs stretched out around a rubber space hopper. It looked as though she was cuddling it. She was impaled upon a large rubber penis extending from it, securely fitting inside her vagina. Janet had taken her and a school friend, Cindy, as slaves. They were now being used in the woman's sex store...
There seem to be two main tropes for fembot stories: the man who falls in love with a robot because real women don't like him, and the man who wants to be transformed into a fembot. This fembot story is neither of these. Every so often the media picks up on the story that "The sex bots are coming!" Dum-dum-dummmmm! Cue pundits declaring that humans might fa...
The rest of the drive to the station was tedious and not at all erotic. Once my arresting officer had parked, and cut the rope connecting my bound wrists and feet and untied my ankles, he escorted me out and up the stairs. They were painful to climb with how limited my movement was, but I managed. Entering the building I found the main hall was mostly a coll...