When you woke up today you saw on the news that the government had just passed a new law about foot fetishes.What's next? Foot fetishes are now illegal. Having a foot fetish is now mandatory. Having a foot fetish is now mandatory. Trick or treat! Any women ca...
On the Continent of Khal'ze, myriad kingdoms, tribes, republics, and empires exist. From the desert dwelling Automata of Enil, to the Witches of the northern mountains, and the Angels and Humans of D'er. One thing remains true amongst all of these multiple locations: The stinky and malodorous hold power, and those who aren't foul smelling serve. Here you wil...
THIS STORY WAS REQUESTED BY A CERTAIN DEVIANT ON HERE, HE HAS A HUGE CRUSH ON JENNA ORTEGA! "Thank You, thank you so much sir” as he opens the door and allows the young, homeless urchin to enter his domain, “I promise you won’t be sorry you took a chance on me sir, I’ll make you very happy whatever you want or need me to do I am very obedient…what is yo...
For ages now, humanity has stood strong against the Monster Girls, and has managed to avoid becoming their foot-sniffing slaves. However, the Demon Queen of the Monster Girls has come up with a plan to crush humanity's resistance to her. She has created Six Monster Queens of Stink, and has sent them out into the world to enslave as many humans as they can. T...
It was late Tuesday evening when I made my way over to the tattoo parlor. I'd been debating for some time whether to finally get inked, but life and work and everything in between had managed to get in the way. Yet the thought never left the back of my mind, and so I decided tonight would be the night. The parlor was like most I'd seen in my life- small, st...
====WARNING!!!WARNING!!!========= This is THE most perverted story I have EVER written (so far!). It covers many topics, F/F, D/S. Humil, WS, Scat and a few things that I don't think even HAVE abbreviations. However, it does NOT have incest, pedo, S&M or snuff. It IS extremely scatological, however. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! If you don't like the sound of th...
Gritting my teeth in irritation, the blank Word document in front of me stared back. The blinking cursor almost seemed to mock me, the lone presence amongst the sea of white that was my unfinished history report. Glancing at the clock on my desk, 8:15pm blinked into existence. There were only hours to finish this stupid paper that was 25% of my final grade....
He stood transfixed. The tile floor made every word, every shriek of laughter echo. The humid air from the steam bath seeped through the rest of the locker room, making him dizzy. Or maybe it was the sight of those women – all those women. Half-dressed, wrapped in towels, dripping wet, laughing, playfully touching each other as they walked to their lockers...