"I've been in quite a writing rut lately, with several of my best stories left unfinished for months now. Many people tell me the only way to get out of a writer's block is to keep writing. Hence, I wrote this story based off something peculiar I noticed at a party; a girl sniffing a pair of flats. At first, I amused myself with the idea the girl had a foot...
Three weeks into quarantine, stuck in the apartment. Your flatmate Masha and you were at odds. Truth be told, she had always been jealous of you. After all, you were the more attractive one. You had the bigger bust, the long beautiful hair, the hot boyfriend, ..you had it all. Before this you two were flatmates by matter of convenience. You were both atten...
Chapter 1: Attack of the Catgirl. Erin could not have foreseen how her day would end nor how her life would change so drastically. It was Friday night and she was letting her hair down, metaphorically at the Club. The Yard was a New York fetish club catering mostly to the S&M and Goth crowds, though they did occasionally have a swingers night about once a m...
Chapter 20: The Hunt La Contessa is in a mean mood. She's come to the hunting lodge determined to inflict her particular brand of discipline on her servants, and in Mademoiselle La Tour she's found an enthusiastic and equally sadistic accomplice. She finds fault with everything Julia has done. The pine wood furnishings haven't been buffed well enough, th...
The light through the trees winked and dimmed, concealed within the woods, so that it was hard to tell just how near or far away it was. A weak candle, close, flickering in the wind? Or a star, distant but massive, obscured occasionally by planets, other worlds. Rain continued to fall, harder and heavier as the afternoon wore on, so that as much water, dirt...
I studied the jelly dong for a good two minutes. Images of it entering mtsrygrl's pussy were implanted in my mind. I wondered what it would be like. Shaven? Hairy? Pink? Dark? Musky? No answers, just questions. I slowly raised it to my nose, then took a deep inward breath through my nose, detecting her delightful pussy smell still on the amazing toy that I...
It was December the 24th 2016 and I was supposed to be going to my moms for Christmas this year. But last minute my mom cancelled, as my dad had paid for her to go to the Caribbean from the 23rd right over Christmas. He had kept it quiet right until the morning they were due to fly out. My mom rang me very appologetic because I wasn't able to come for Christ...
My Aunt Sharon Part 1 (F 55, M24, voyeurism,) It all started a week ago on a Saturday. I was out with three mates for a few beers and a curry. Later, we went to several clubs in the city centre and I was well wrecked, not picking up any cum sluts, puking in an alley and shaving to stagger home. It was nearly one in the morning when I reached home. I could s...
The writer recommends that the reader is familiar with the first part of this story. 'Sperm Bank Artists'. All characters are beyond adult legal age, and the theme is male masturbatory humiliation at the hands of young female artists. The women artists collect ejaculate and use it for their artworks. 'Sperm Bank Artists. Part II: Olivia and Cath' coincides...
While Maddington had rumours of certain curses, like breasts coming to life, or even penises, there were a few lesser known curses. Curses that may be bestowed upon those unfortunate, or fortunate depending on one’s perspective, where they no longer have control over their own feet. Where they are taken, and what happens to the individual afflicted, only the...