Well you never would have thought, Irvine Linaker thought, staring at the innocuous redbrick building. He paid the taxi driver, waited until the man drove off and then walked up to the corner entrance. This was a nice neighbourhood. Further down the street he saw people, mainly old blood socialites, queuing up outside the Colonial Theatre. Looking the other...
I just can't stop myself. Lately all I can think about is exposing myself to girls in public. It doesn't matter where I go all it takes is seeing a girl I think is hot and I'm whipping my dick out and stroking it. What's sad is I could just be normal and most likely I'd get any of them to go out with me. I'm not ugly, not some nerd, not skinny because I do l...
Hi! Linda here again, continuing where I left off telling the story of how I transitioned from being the "girl next door" into a (sometimes) sex slave. If you haven't read the first part of my little journey please do, because I wrote about the very first feelings of submissiveness that I had... how I liked the missionary position because when I was pinned d...
It was another, typical Monday morning for Linda. After what had been a fun weekend with a pleasant walk in the Cheshire countryside and some relaxing gardening it was back to the weekly reality of making a living. She'd not long been in work when her computer went dead and the water wouldn't drain from the sink in the washroom she shared between her office...
When they descended the two flights of stairs and returned to the basement, an interesting scene met their eyes. The three women—April, Lindsey, and Maryann—were in a kind of sloppy triangle on the carpeted floor, each woman's head buried firmly in another's groin; hands were clutching and stroking bottoms also. Sounds of sucking and licking were clearly a...
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. **** Lust Controlled by His Magic Gloves Dai groaned t...
There's a reason why your friends become your friends. I enjoyed meeting each of the four women in this story, but generally our meetings faded into the patchwork of unremarkable encounters that made up my early twenties. I met Jules at a work party while desperately trying to avoid using up any more of my life in contact with my job. She was doing the same...
My buddies and I meet once a week to play poker. My place is the preferred venue, since there are no wives here, the furniture is very comfortable, and the beer is cold and plentiful. Any time my four buddies come over, I tell my niece, Marissa, to make herself scarce. She's finishing up her MFA at the university, which explains why she is living with me whi...
Kevin stood outside of the hotel and waited to be let back in. "I am sorry for the inconvenience, ladies and gentlemen," one of the hotel staff told the assembled guests, "it is now safe for you to return to the hotel, where complimentary drinks are being served." Kevin didn't take up the offer of a free drink. Which was just as well, considering he was st...
Beth was more herself the next morning, and I grinned at her as she pulled on her bunny rabbit trousers and a t-shirt to go down for breakfast. "I think I smell bacon." Mum smiled as we sat down at the kitchen table, sliding heaped plates in front of us. "What do you think you might do today?" I glanced at Beth. "I think we have some things to talk about,...