I pulled into Heather's driveway around 6:00am. I had been told the day before to be there in good time as they had a very special day for me planned. As I got out of the car and headed to the door I noticed a UHaul truck backed part way in the garage. Wondering what exactly they had in store with that, I kept heading to the front door. I rang the doorbell a...
NOTE: This is a work of fiction and the author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual! It had been so easy and now, as her shoulders rested against my leather-skirted lap, I worked on her head and thought back on just how things had gone so well. I had watched and studied her for nearly three weeks. Every morning like c...
Chapter 7 Phallus in Wonderland The only explanation for this was that the robot knew how to send images to my optic nerves, substituting her own images for what my eyes actually processed. She also was able to directly stimulate the Nucleus Accumbens, which is the pleasure center of the brain! The fact that every square inch of my skin was now stimulated...
As usual, I awoke the Tuesday morning after the Art class (WVC Ch.10) with a persistent hard-on, one that seemed to linger longer than normal. Despite the difficulties I had in trying to conceal my swollen log, my classes went smoothly. Heading off to the gym for a Wednesday afternoon workout on March 11, I was feeling pretty good about myself. From the con...
Paul shined his palm light around the dark space, playing the weak beam over a mess of steel and musty plastic. Dust and corrosion marked every surface, hinting at the module's age. His team had only spotted the ruin yesterday. He hadn't dared investigate what he thought he had spotted with the others around but... There it was, tucked away between two mold...
After lying in abject sexual frustration for what seemed like hours, Diana felt a light touch next to her sex. She felt someone pulling softly at the bindings that held her so admirably. She said, "Who's there?" The only response was to have a ball gag shoved deeply into her mouth. She opened her mouth as widely as she could and felt as it was inserted behi...
Chapter 9 - The Texture Of Our Skin Another workday was over, and there was nothing else to say about it. I was navigating in between hating and liking my job. If it were not for some of my awesome coworkers, I wouldn't know how I could survive. They kept me motivated enough to keep producing results. But it was taxing. Taxing on my mind and taxing on my bo...
Yes, this short story has a similar format to my Latex Mermaid story, but the resulting hybrid is different. ***** It was Wednesday morning, the office support operative, a man called Dan, had chosen the next woman to be transformed, into a sexy mythical creature. He had come back from holiday last week with magical powers. He had already transformed a wo...
Julie Stevens almost fainted when Shania Twain picked her to be her new personal assistant. She was just twenty-one years old and had already landed her dream job. She was a huge fan of Shania and had always wanted to meet her and now she had the chance to work with her every day. Julie arrived in Shania's hotel room about an hour before the country star was...
There is never time for even kisses once the door is closed and the helmets are unstrapped and off. I know exactly what must happen, there can be no prevarication, no need to dance around it; not with the invisible force flowing between us, around us, inside of us, all through us. Gloves are pulled off and he unbuckles the straps and parts the studs on our l...