"Okay, Elle. You've been through this before but let me remind you. This button is the speed control, while this one is the depth control. Please don't change the depth until you get it started and make sure everything is working right. Okay?" The woman I was speaking to was one of the most magnificent creatures on this earth. She had an absolutely gorgeous...
It has been about three months since I bought my fucking machine from a local firm that designs, builds, and sells a variety of such machines. At the time I made the purchase, the owner told me her company operates a spa and a salon that features individual rooms, each containing a machine designed by her husband. Clients rent time on the expensive machines...
A Short Story By D. *** The first time she saw it, she laughed. Casey was walking through the city, her heavy book bag over her shoulder, when she looked across the street and saw the sign: MILK BAR. It was printed in a thick serif font, possibly Rockwell. The windows seemed tinted, perhaps for the same reason someone started marketing opaque milk bottles...
(This is a continuation of a story, called 'The Tormenter'.) * I still remember it was just a few months ago. I had completed the testing for my testicle-spanking device which I like to call "The Tormenter". I found I liked to use it as its official name, instead of as a nickname. I like how it sounded. Raw, awe-inspiring, fear-inducing. Ahh. The Tormente...
My name is Alexis Hayes. Friends call me Lexi. A little over a year ago I had an orgasm unlike anything I had experienced in the past. It originated deep in my core and expanded outward to completely overwhelm my senses. In short, it blew my mind and it hasn't happened since. The guy who was fucking me at the time understood that something unusual had happen...
Shelley was having a difficult time in school that day for two reasons. For one thing, she was worried about being caught because she and a friend had ditched school the previous day to try out a device of her mother's. For the second, reason, the device, which was being referred to by her and her friend, as "The Fucking Machine", had given her the best orga...
Once again my period had started exactly on schedule. Dirk and I had been trying to have a baby for seven years now with no luck. We had seen countless fertility specialist, and had every possible test run. My ovulation cycle was regular and predictable so we knew which days we were most likely to conceive, Dirks sperm count was high and the sperm were highl...
"Early again?" I looked up from my computer to see Laura smiling as she came in the door to the office. "This is becoming a bad habit for you!" "No doubt..." I said. "Figured I'd make up for the last three years of coming in late from oversleeping. These new sleep meds work wonders." And it was the truth. For most of my life I didn't get much sleep at n...
With a side business of building BDSM gear, Guy was making a nice little side income. His most popular item was a _Sperm Sponge_ harness: a rather complicated item of straps, rings, and buckles that the slave wore on her head with a cock-ring pressed tightly to her mouth, and another collection of straps, rings, and buckles that he Dominant wore on his hips...
I once heard that sex is addictive; the more you get, the more you want. I spend most of Sunday thinking about what will happen to me next weekend at Marie's salon when she helps me use the small fucking machine with its bondage straps. When I'm not thinking about that, I'm reliving my encounter with the battering ram and the sensational orgasm it produced....