Sandpaper Stories

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Funny How Things Turn Out Ch. 02

by Freoman on Sep 26, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I woke up the next day with a banging head and a mouth like sandpaper and it took me several minutes just to open my eyes to the world outside. It was dark in my room but I could see light creeping in around the edge of my curtains so I knew I must be at least mid-morning as the sun doesn't rise early at this time of year. Groggily I dragged myself up and re...

Destiny - An Elven Love Story Ch. 03-04

by AntonioSanova on Jun 1, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Chapter 3 It was a curious sensation: a small moist sandpaper-like rubbing on her forehead. As consciousness seeped into her body, and her eyes opened, Lauiniril realized that her cat, Perconiel, was on her pillow licking her eyebrows. Lauin smiled and reaching above her head, gently picked up her feline friend, and snuggled her to her bosom. Perconiel purr...

Danny and Elise Ch. 16 - The Finale

by hrnymom6814 on Sep 14, 2020
Romance

Elise woke in an unfamiliar room. The inside of her mouth was like sandpaper, the kind of dryness you only get when you've been sleeping with your mouth open for an extended time. The room was dim; it felt like night. "Danny?" she called out meekly. Her head felt stuffy, groggy, like that of an induced sleep. She suddenly had a sense of Deja Vu, which added...

Changing Voice

by TheBoojum on Apr 22, 2025

Josh was hungover. His throat felt like sandpaper. Stupid Jaeger Meister. He staggered towards the kitchen in search of coffee. He smelled it as he approached, and that was good and bad. Good because he wouldn't have to wait for it to brew; bad because it meant either his mom Ronnie or his sister Jemma had made it and would likely give him shit about being h...

The Corrupted Ch. 02

by Xhost101 on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

I awoke suddenly and groaned as my head throbbed, my ribs were stinging and breathing was painful, my insides felt raw like they were coated in sandpaper that was being rubbed up and down in aggressive constant motion. I slowly opened my eyes and investigated my surroundings. I was lying on a stone slab my wrists and ankles were tied down by leather straps,...

Punishable Offenses: Speeding

by WFEATHER on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

she screams again, her front extremely sore and her rear practically aflame. Face-down upon the heavy oak table lined with particularly coarse sandpaper, her tears fall unabated, trickling out from underneath the thick leather blindfold. As the heavy leather flogger descends upon her again and again and again, she involuntarily pulls at the chains connecting...

Last Day Of Freedom

by slave naia on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

My body laid heavy underneath of me, my skin burning from the touch of the bed sheets. A simple move makes my body cringe. The once satin sheets I loved so much have now become sandpaper underneath of me. The sun lightly shows through the bay window of my bedroom. Squinting I glance at it with one eye. I know that it will be the last day of my freedom. I str...

What a Boy Wants

by RepressedKiNk on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Bastion Levoux opened one eye very slowly, it felt like someone had gone over the thin membrane that protected the orb with rough sandpaper. He struggled but finally the other eye came open to stare bleakly around the cluttered mess that was him haven. There were books piled high in every imaginable place, even on top of the stove, which he rarely used anywa...

Break of Dawn - Sunday Morning

by ArmondoLeverett on Jun 4, 2019
Interracial Love

Sunday Morning at the 'Big Top' Challan Balaban woke up with heavy eyes and tried to focus, rubbing the itch and dryness away as he tried to remember where he was. His mouth felt like sandpaper, and he could still taste the combination of whiskey and pussy from going down on his wife a few hours earlier. He was still drunk, and his head ached from his grogg...

Bringing Kiera Home Ch. 05

by AccidentallyKinky on Mar 2, 2020
BDSM

Having had nothing to drink the day before, Keira woke up dry. She couldn't remember the last time she'd woken on a Saturday without a pounding headache, a mouth that felt like sandpaper, and worst of all, lying in a puddle of her own urine. She had to admit that lying clear-headed in the arms of her boyfriend was the much-preferred option. "Good morning...