Chapter Nine: I Was Made Into A Filthy Masochistic Slave Girl By Slimy Squid People!!! I came to the lovely song of her voice. Over the sound of slippery slimy tentacles flopping flaccidly, molesting me thoroughly through the night, I heard her voice call out through the darkness... "Mizer'Dragon—" Over cumming, over again, over my own voice. Over light...
Chapter 10 of The Therapist's Journey continues the story of Scottie Stone, who was featured in Chapter 9, and, of course, the Moms. * * * * That the opportunity to teach two summer-school courses was the best thing that had happened to me recently is some indication of the muddle my life had become. I was going to spend three weeks in Europe with Kevin,...
The Island, Twilight The horizon was gorgeous. Night fought arrival to the day's sleepy end with vibrant pink lightning strokes in the multi- hued distance. The apple bodied man walked the barren beach in blue shorts silence as he led the short naked woman by pink ribbons bowed around her erect, pierced nipples. She moaned in a deep pleasure and curious ex...
This is part of a long, ongoing series. If you've missed earlier key chapters – like Chapters 4 & 5 – reading this one will be like looking at a guidebook to the planet Mars. All joking aside, as long as you read this as part of a long series, it's for you. If not, there are about 400 other great new stories posted this weekend that you can read on this...
Author's Notes: WARNING!! This story contains extreme growth and Hyper sized cocks. If you've read the previous epilogue chapter, this may be up your alley, however if not, then I strongly urge that you either read it, or do not continue if cocks five stories tall does not appeal to you. You have been warned. Those who continue, enjoy. ***** Gwen's Journal...
Chapter 20 It was hard to believe what I was seeing on the screen. There was my sixty-two year old wife Joy, flat on her back, legs in the air, getting fucked by some soft-ish middle-aged dude with slicked back hair. The video was attached to an email that read, "Great conference. Your wife is a fascinating woman. It was a pleasure to seduce her. I hope you...
"Level of passion you say William, Aye." Would that level be the same as when - with your, ballerina Hmmm?" She placed her greasy thumb in her mouth, making sure I saw it, and smirked as I looked down at her; "Fishing for another compliment huh?" Okay, you're certainly right up there." Kate glared at me; I did nothing to play down her response by adding; "...
There is no such thing as the perfect submissive. There's no such thing as a perfect Domme for that matter either. There is, however, a symbiosis, a precious and delicate balance, an equilibrium that can only be achieved between Domme and sub, involving owner and pet that transcends all other relationships. No vanilla/romantic relationship can compare to the...
A friend of mine remembers a plain, nerdy girl from college. Well, she grew up and blossomed into a hot 'n' horny babe. Now she's making up for lost time, and has written him about it. Please vote and send constructive feedback. * * * * * * Dear Tom: I can't begin to tell you how excited I was that you answered my e-mail. I found you through one of those...
A personal note: I have two unfinished stories; "Love in the Cross Hairs", and "Revelations". I told those who complained an old computer crashed and I thought I lost chapter five to "Love". That's been found, and once I reread the first chapters I'll see it through. About "Revelations". My decision to pursue that story had been ill founded. 'Finish the Da...