[This story will make a lot more sense if you've read the first chapter. If female on male strap-on or creampie cleanup aren't your thing, you might be happier elsewhere. If they are, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!] *** I woke up in an empty bed a little after 9:00 on Saturday morning. I had enjoyed the deep sleep that only t...
I slept well that Sunday night which surprised me, though I guess I was probably exhausted. I woke up with my normal hard-on a bit before 5am, well it would have been a hard-on but for the cage. My penis was certainly trying. I never found it an uncomfortable feeling, just frustrating that there is no ending and I could not jerk off, and now who knew what wa...
Part 1 of 3: Marriage After 20 Years It was another night of bland sex. Neither of them complained. After 20 years of marriage, sex had become more of a routine than anything else. Maureen came back to bed after washing herself between the legs. She turned off the light, got underneath the covers, and laid next to her husband. "That was lovely," she said...
With a deliberate casualness I opened the envelope and pulled out half a dozen sheets of paper. They were photographs, printed off a digital camera or cell phone, taken in what appeared to be a massage room in a gym. There, in all his arrogant glory was Devin Tinian, sweaty and smug and smiling into the camera, as he took his latest conquest from behind. B...
It had been some time since they had last been together, but now he once again stood before her on the carpet of her living room. No one spoke, and for a while they just beheld each other. There was already a dynamic clearly at work. She suspected he would always retain that slight shyness about him, born of his inherent submission, and what she knew was h...
Kirsty stared out over the relatively smooth waters of the North Sea. Even though it was after ten, the sun had still not fully set this far north. Was it prophetic somehow? When she had left all those months ago, it had been dark almost all day and night. Now at the height of summer it was just the opposite. Almost constant sunlight. It certainly felt lik...
Nichole stirred from her drug induced slumber, groaning as she remembered the reality of her predicament. Her vision was completely obscured now by some sort of hood, but she could still feel the familiar feeling of the trolley and, more disturbingly, the intruder in her arse as she was pushed to god knows where. She couldn't be sure but her restraints fel...
Hey all! Annabelle back with another exciting addition to Home for Horny Monsters! I ended up suffering from a serious bout of writer's block but was able to work things out in the end. I do want to warn you that the erotica is very light in this chapter due to making the story progress naturally, but I will make it up to you in the next couple of chapters...
Merton felt like he was wearing the most heavily armed wedding cake in the universe. His arms were thrust outwards and his legs were spread, and he simply stood perfectly still as intersecting layers of highly complex nanomachines and magical circuitry flowed around his limbs like thick, taffyesque water. He looked down at the billowy, white material, then o...
This is a follow up story to my first foray into BDSM stories. Finding my way as it were. It is best understood if the previous chapter is read but I hope it will be able to stand on its own. Enjoy. ***** On the ride home from Zach's apartment Miranda was reveling in her post orgasmic bliss. She was also anticipating what new levels of submission might aw...