Story One---The Sticky Cheerleader: Conclusion Cynthia's two ex-boyfriends bore testimony to her broken chastity. Until the bears, however, the young woman exercised conservative sexual tastes. The bear fucking destroyed the old Cynthia. The honey covered blonde's tongue slithered around Olaf's sweet sausage. Bear syrup trickled down her throat. "Grrrroo...
My husband and I live on a medium size farm. I don't want to mention the province for fear of being recognised. We farm with a wide variety of crops. In addition to the crops, we also breed a certain type of pig, one of the larger types. We also have a few horses for our own entertainment and also for use by the few friends that visit us occasionally. Our ne...
The princesses were told that the Emperor wanted to spend time with each of them. Then they were told to inform the messenger what activity they wanted to focus on, and then lots would be drawn to decide which princess would be chosen first, second, and last. Princess Rellenora's name was picked first. So, she was given the first day. As for what she wante...
Miss Jojo here. Everyone's favorite blonde tormentor. I'm reading a letter from my former submissive, Tamara. The butch Black woman I so enjoyed taming. Certainly brings back memories. I actually missed you quite a bit too, Tammy! I've been back to fucking with my young white women ( which I love) but I certainly do miss humiliating a beautiful Black Amazon...
Celine watched the Void Springer, an ugly nearly ramshackle thing of a spaceship, slowly and masterfully land onto one of numerous platforms designed for such landings that span the Vaem tower. She was utterly disgusted by the boxy exterior and its obvious lack of maintenance. How that thing had saved Mother was beyond her but she was nonetheless grateful f...
It was a chilly winter day. The cold winds brushed against my plaid, skirted coat and ginger, shoulder-length hair. I stood, with my boot-clad feet, on the front steps of my little cottage before my large pet. She was on all fours and against the wall, wearing a red latex bodysuit with tall platform heels. The voluptuous woman, having dyed dark red hair that...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you like my work, please comment. This is the first installment of a new series where a suburban housewife reluctantly acknowledges that she needs to look outside of her marriage to satisfy her lifelong craving to submit completely to a true dominant male.*** "I can always tell when a sow hasn't been used in a while," he said evenly. I...
Sir Regald's room was, as always, "spick and span." Spick and span... An odd phrase, and Princess Alicia never really understood it. Why not just say "Stuffily clean"? She groaned. Add it to the list of things she didn't really understand. Like this whole "Courtly Love" business. "Oh lovely, noble lady, my heart burns for you, but I can't, because reasons!"...
Author's Note: This story contains human-to-animal transformation, a very demanding woman, anal sex, and much more. All characters are well beyond the age of 18, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. It sits somewhere between Erotic Horror and Fantasy—and gets very weird— so if this is not your cup of tea kindly please look elsewhere © Wednesday...
Part II The sacred behavioural modification altar The altar stands about one foot high, a foot and a half wide and two feet long. The top forms an arch four inches higher in the middle where seven triangular rotating oak spindles span the width of the altar, about an inch and a quarter apart. Both ends of the altar are flat and smooth; only the slaves bell...