Ann stared into the mirror in disbelief. What she saw in that silver screen was absolutely terrifying. The saran-wrapped upper part of her body was tightly encased by a shiny, white, rigid material. Its polished, shimmering surface looked actually pretty neat, but those two objects that sprang from it weren't what they used to be. Their shape was like nothin...
Alcohol! This was the trigger that started the cascade of my marriage destruction. Not excessive drinking by me—Kenneth J. (for Jerome) Hart, 6' 6" tall—or my 5' tall brunette wife, Miola. No, nothing alcoholic crossed my lips that night. It's just that I can't drink, and she knew it. Somehow, I'm missing a gene or something, because one beer, or small glas...
You sit up fast from your bed. You need to clear head, an being here doesn't hold that chance. You stand and look at your dresser then your closet; decide that he's not going to notice anyway and start to pick out clothes. It's early evening; the sun dipping into the horizon, the moon peeking over the other one. The cool breeze driving the stifling heat back...
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. **** Rampage "What do you mean it's cancelled?" Jaws...
I was caught in the middle. I guess it would be the dream of some women as my husband wanted me to fuck another man. For years he had bugged me to let another guy screw me so he could get his jollies jerking-off watching. So far I had refused thinking it was not because he loved me but just wanted to use me as a sex object. I had tolerated him fucking me wi...
The storm I knew was coming suddenly blew in right there in front of me. I'm speaking, of course about my wife Jill. "Honey, what's that out in the garage?" she asked sweetly. Believe me, it wasn't all that sweet if you looked in her eyes and knew what she was getting at. Naturally, I adopted Defense Method 1: Play Dumb. "What are you talking about, babe?"...
Unconscious Camilla was now reliving a memory from a year before the aquarium incident. She was thirty-six at the time, and wearing a tight-fitting dress, high heels, and heavy makeup. She was at home, sitting on the sofa in the living room one December afternoon after having just finished teaching at McGill University. She'd heard some unpleasant news earli...
Marissa woke up that morning like most people did: needing to pee. She would never pee on her own things as she didn't like clean up after herself. But defiling other people's things was something she quite enjoyed! Marissa lived in a nice apartment building and while she had a few favorite public pee spots she liked to search for a new place every now a...
Many of you will remember Susan's epic battle against Barbara in September 1974. Susan, the newcomer and one-time cosmetics saleswoman, roundly trounced her blonde foe. As a newcomer Susan wasn't aware of the informal rules that existed in apartment house wrestling, the rules that allowed the victrix to have her way sexually with her defeated opponent. The o...
His voice resonated inside of my mind as I lay there in silent agony, only due to the gag wrapped between my teeth and to the back of my head. Ropes strangled every part of my naked supple body, holding my hands tight behind my back, my feet wide apart and attached to the bottom rails. Spread apart, my breasts were tied to where just the flesh around my nipp...