Author's Note: I am glad to hear so many of you are enjoying this story thus far. I started writing this when I noticed that very little scat content was being posted regularly and that there was a general lack of scat content overall, especially lesbian scat. I'm at a point in the story where I have covered a lot of the ideas and scenarios I came into thi...
“So this is your room, Miss Alba!” the boy said as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, showing her inside with an almost excessively polite gesture. Jessica smiled tiredly as she walked in. A nice small room, not the usual luxury she had almost come accustomed to during the last few years of her acting career, but the decent furnishing of a small mid-cl...
Candice walked through the glass doors of the beauty salon and approached the wooden counter. Dark wood, well waxed, it spoke of an expensively furnished business that expected its customers to spend just as willingly. 'Good afternoon' she began 'I've booked a massage for three o'clock. Candice Montello.' The receptionist glanced at a monitor. 'Yes, that's...
Authors note. Firstly, please read the previous chapters. I have not put in any reminders of what happened last time; there just wasn’t the room. Although this story is in the humour and satire category I have also tried to keep it sexy, and have attempted to at least touch on most genres over the full series. That means if you don’t like gay, lesbian, anal,...
"God, this bed is shitty", Jack muttered at the ceiling. Just how had he slept in it for 18 years, he wondered. His real bed, some 200 miles away, was empty and alone for the first time in three years, as now he'd finished his under graduate degree, he couldn't put off coming home any longer. It wasn't that he hated it here, just it wasn't the city...
"Are you ready?" "I just have to put you on speakerphone, master." It'd been a week since the last time I was his anal slut, I hate it when business drags him away from me. I checked one last time that everything was ready, I had my lube, a towel to clean up and all my toys. I have all shapes and sizes, pleasurable ones and painful ones, and nearly all for...
Maula loves to sleep. She loves to remove herself from the pettiness of life and drift away in dreams. Dreams are better because they are never boring like life usually is. She dreams of blood, death, chaos. When she wakes she is always disappointed to find the world still exists. She goes on and hopes she will live to see it pass on. As she stripped off he...
She loved music; she always listened to the radio, her iPod, mp3s, whatever was handy. Sometimes, though, she got in the mood to REALLY listen to music. She would listen to the singer pour his heart out with the help of guitars, pianos, drums, or whatever else he (or she) thought would help get the point across. The words, the tones, would travel through her...
FOREWORD: This is a story based around a woman discovering she's bisexual. The story is about her coming to terms with it and talking to various people, most of whom she can also fuck. The story is open to others adding their own chapters, so feel free if you're interested. There're plenty of options located in the sidebar and I'm working on some of them mys...
My name is Lazarus Brown. I am a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I attend Brockton University. I am majoring in criminal justice and someday, I'm going to be a Brockton City policeman. Until then, I'm enjoying all the sexy and mean things a sexy young man with money and loose morals can do. Just so yo...