This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters are at least 18 years old. The story is set in 1970 and describes the first day of a boy's high school physical education class. It is told by the female P.E. teacher as she and her male assistant take the boys through an orientation on the first day of class. I set the story in this period because it wa...
Bonjour, dear readers. How are you doing today? Got a story to share with you. I'm Rebecca "Becky" Mongeon, everyone's favorite pleasantly plump French Canadian temptress. I was born in the City of Gatineau, Quebec, and recently moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I work as a manager at Loblaw's, working on the overnight shift. Just a smiling, plump, nerdy...
The lights dim to the point that you can barely see, but you hear movements around you. Is it people coming and going? You can't tell and wonder what is next – as that thought crystalizes, you feel the devices inside of you change, getting markedly larger quickly, stretching you even more. The pain is intense and you feel the two devices pulling towards each...
Dream Journal July 16, 2001 Continued I know what you're thinking. That was a terrible place to stop, wasn't it? Sorry. I seem to wake every time I cum really hard. Don't worry, though. I drifted back off to dreamland immediately. To my delight, all the characters were there. This time, however, we weren't in mine and Phillip's bedroom now, but mine and Em...
As I write this, and my cock and balls are constricted with leather straps and tied to my chair together with my left hand. My right hand has a leather cuff and restricting cord that gives me just enough movement to type with. Donna told me that I will not be released until I have finished writing this report of our latest BDSM session. ++++++++++++++++++++...
As I sat in the basement...the dungeon, contemplating my new life as "Trisha." Mel's anger. She knows about Cassie. How my life is forever changed, I ask myself "was it worth it?" The door creaks open. Someone begins to descend down the stairs. It's Cassie, holding a cup and saucer. "Tut tut tut, Pet. Who's been a naughty little sissyboi." She purrs while...
I woke up still on my belly, my right hand clamped between my thighs. When I tried to pull it away, I found that it was stuck to my pubic hair by my own dried juices. I moaned as the tender skin ached when I pulled my fingers free. I rolled onto my back and draped an arm over my eyes. I was too tired to be scared. The room smelled of sweat and female juices...
The sun was shining through the window as I heard the door open behind me and soft footfalls walking to my bedside. I realized that I was still on my belly and though my butt had stopped its throbbing, it still felt swollen and sore. The girl entering the room was one and the same with the angel of mercy who had massaged my sore and swollen flesh before g...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** A Wolf on His Knees Raz groaned through the ball...
Chapter 22: The auction The remainder of the week passed quickly. I enjoyed my leisure time and rested as much as possible. I worked at the boutique on Friday. It was a slow day. During lunch Cindy, Denise and Robin told me they had all been accepted into the club and how excited they had gotten during their interview process. They recounted how each of th...