Emily leaned back in her chair, kicking the front legs up as she sipped cabernet, the deep purple wine clinging to her lips. "You seeing anybody yet?" I rolled my eyes and poured myself. "No, Em, I haven't got time for that." "It's been six months. Don't you think it's about time you made time." "You know how my job is. I've got three projects going right...
Author's Note: Please note that this story features hyper sized dicks, balls and breasts, with extreme loads of semen, futanari, extreme pregnancy (we're not talking octuplets here), and general insanity. If that's your thing, then read on. Merry (belated) Christmas and Happy New Year. ***** Crystal slumped back into her chair as she scrolled through the d...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
It seems like hours before you come back into the room, carrying some toast, some milk and two bowls on a tray, fully dressed. I am still naked, struggling with my bonds, wanting desperately to feel your hands on my skin again. However, you have other ideas as you bring out a thin leash and attach it to my collar. You slide the cool edge of a pair of scissor...
Do you know what a cuckquean is? A woman whose husband has sex with other women. There is an unspoken kink out there for a woman, something even more taboo than anal sex. More taboo than being a slut. The kink of getting off knowing your husband is having sex with another woman. Now there are a lot of definitions regarding this term, and I could split hair...
My dear Tonya, As promised, here is the letter you've probably been waiting anxiously for over the past few days. You might have recognized the unusual envelope made from a recycled out-of-date geological map: This is the very same letter I mailed on the way to the airport to send you home. But as I write this, you are still with me, in the living room....
We got back to your beach house about 1/2 hour before the sun was going to start descending, marking the end to the most delicious day I had ever spent with you. It was filled with many surprises - a private tour of my favorite soap opera's set, a picnic lunch in the flower garden on the Getty Museum property, and the most wonderful drive up the Pacific Coas...
Writing in a series of moments, let me know if there is anything in particular you wish to be included. Enjoy the read. ***** Story 7. I grab you by the hand and lead you into this darken warehouse into a hallway with quietly playing sexy music. Continuing on, passing several doorways until we come to one that has reserved on the front. I stop and give...
Kim stood on the top rung of a small step ladder, dusting the shelves which held the magazines. She had worked in the newsagents for 3 months now. She worked from 7am to 7pm to support her ailing husband who had not worked for months. They were long hours but the work wasn't hard. He boss Bill was a pleasant employer he mostly left her to her own devices. Th...
Simon loved wearing tight jeans. He loved going barefoot. He'd also recently started wearing club wear. He wanted to look like a club kid. Many people thought he was a bit of a fem, but he felt too insecure to try anything. He was twenty-five now and he'd just moved out of his mom's place and he was still cherry. "You like getting fucked by guys?" Karen...