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This is something of a taboo subject, but it is real and continues to happen everyday in our lives. In this story I shall try to explain why women do this, I have done it and will tell you how I felt before, during and after, and if I will continue to do it, but please, if you wish to comment please do so after the story not in a private mailing, as I dont really like that.Please read on and see if you like my theme and the fact that we do it.1. If you look carefully at pet lovers, what is it...
This is something of a taboo subject, but it is real and continues to happen everyday in our lives. In this story I shall try to explain why women do this, I have done it and will tell you how I felt before, during and after, and if I will continue to do it, but please, if you wish to comment please do so after the story not in a private mailing, as I dont really like that.Please read on and see if you like my theme and the fact that we do it.1. If you look carefully at pet lovers, what is it...
Tim’s adventures on the Road to PerversionsChapter 2 (family transgressions with my wife Sally’s desires)This story, my wife’s and my story, actually began years ago, when my wife Sally got a job. See, she had been a mom and housewife from the time we got married up till this point. We got pregnant and had our first c***d only nine months after our honeymoon. She was, and is a great mom, always putting our k**s first. Life went on for three years and then it happened again, we had our second...
This fantasy story is based very loosely on the comic ‘Sophie’s Curious Perversions’ by Von Gotha. That story took place in 1958 London. This one takes place in 2002, in Portland, Oregon. Chapter 1: Sophie’s 18th Birthday Hi. I’m Sophie Anderson. I live in Portland, Oregon and I am a senior at Pacific Academy. It’s a private school. One of those where we all have to wear uniforms and are expected to behave properly and get into a good college. Every day, I put on my green plaid skirt, white...
Miss Brat needs some diversity today. Her it is a crossdressing day! Her sissy boy is ready and set for some really hard lessons. Let’s call him a “she”. She is excited for the beginning of the session. What do they say? Man in a body of a woman? Whatever, she feels sexy by dressing like a real woman, a slutty woman who seeks for cock and action.Miss Brat is the right girl for this mission, to train a crossdressing sissy. Miss Brat gave him some sexy clothes, pretty much a schoolgirl outfit. He...
INTRODUCTION: This one is from my dark side, but it is a story about how a loving wife uses her husband’s perverse behavior as a means of turning him into the man she wants and needs him to be. THREE MONTHS AGO ?Gerald,? I called to my husband, ?why are you on the computer so often? It’s taking up all of your time!? ?Sorry, Marge its work; ever since they had those cutbacks all of us have had to do extra. Frankly, I’m surprised I still have a job—that’s how bad things are.? ?Oh, you poor...
This fantasy story is based very loosely on the comic ‘Sophie’s Curious Perversions’ by Von Gotha. That story took place in 1958 London. This one takes place in 2002, in Portland, Oregon. If you have not yet read the original ‘Sophie’s New Perversions’you may want to do so to understand how Sophie got to where she is now. Chapter 12: Sophie and Tracey Go Shopping I had just awakened from my night of initiation into the Portland Oregon Virginity Elimination Society (POVES) and headed to the...
12Luke spent the next three months working on completing his dissertation. He isolated himself from his social circles; focusing on his final presentation. His friends began to wonder if all was well with Luke. Luke wasn’t the kind of guy to kiss-and-tell. He left his friends to their own points of-view and opinions.He did not receive many messages from Meg; Sarah, however, was in constant touch with Luke. Though there was sexting and sexual content exchanged, there was more to Sarah. Her...
IncestMany years after the war and having defeated Voldemort everyone is gathered at Harry’s place in London to celebrate his birthday. Being an auror and having plenty of money after Hagrid turned his life upside down and showed him a new magical world, he could afford a place as big as the Black’s house, so everyone was sleeping there that night. After the kids were in their beds, the grown-ups sat at the dining table once again and started drinking and remembering their young days. The amount of...
Debbie and Tony were going on holiday, they were going to Portugal. They went every year and always went to the same villa in Lagos.It had 6 months since we had met and they had Introduced me to their "private society" of friends.Remember previously when I had the threesome with Debbie and Margaret, well I had yet to meet her husband Alan.Margaret and Alan were comfortable money wise, Alan owned a successful property business and their house was, according to Debbie, amazing. It had a small...
1.) My fantasy became realityWe drove almost 30 miles to a new restaurant that had opened in a nature reserve. It was a beautiful drive out there and we parked in an open area, where we had to walk across a rope bridge and walk a mile to get there. We ate outside and everything was something very special, you felt as if you were reconnecting to nature, with birds and small a****ls all around you, I think I managed a bottle of wine on my own and I felt fruity enough to admit to my husband, that...
Continuation of the text: Irene cumming with DaughterAfter the morning shag we didn't want any more crazy things, we had lunch and slept - Chel in your bed and Irene and I in hers. Around 5pm, 6pm I wake up with a noise in the kitchen, I get up and when I arrive I see both of them cutting pieces of fruit and meat into cubes.- Hey, sleepyhead, we didn't think you'd wake up.Chel speaks with a mischievous girl smile, she looks at me from the top down, she admires me even with a crumpled face and...
As soon as Mr Smith’s cock popped from Timmy’s gaped ass his cum began to ooze from the abused hole. Sarah and Sasha both dropped to their knees and started lapping up their Daddy’s seed. Sucking, slurping and using their fingers in the ruptured hole they extracted as much cum as they could, swapping it between themselves in deep passionate kisses.Mrs Smith meanwhile had gone to work on her husband’s dirty cock. “MMMM so fucking warm and tasty” she mumbled as she sucked the ass slime from the...
“Mom? Dad? Anyone home?” Sarah Smith has just entered the kitchen of her family home with her newest boy toy, Timmy. Timmy, a ‘surfer cute’ 19 yo complimented Sarah’s outrageous sexual appetite perfectly, plus he had a huge cock. For someone so young his cock was nearly 10” and fat as all fuck.Sarah and her older sister had both shared Timmy’s cock and they’d both agreed that taking in their ass was a definite challenge but one well worth it.“In the playroom, honey” came her Mums response....
I wrote a story earlier about when I first realized that I might be gay. The story is true but I knew that I had some unusual cravings and desires at a much younger age. At a younger age (I deleted the number) I remember becoming fascinated by my mother's tennis shoes. For some reason I smelled them which resulted in a strong little erection. I spent a lot of time in that closet sniffing her shoes. Around the same time I discovered my sister's bobby socks. I used to love rubbing them against my...
Jake realized that he could not leave his cum there and he got a washcloth and wet it with warm water and a dry towel. He gently wiped his mother's ass cleaning it as best he could then he dried her with the towel. He was amazed at how erotic just cleaning his cum from her ass was and what a rush the whole adventure had been. By the time he returned to his bed he was hard and needed to masturbate again. At least he already had the towel.When Jake got up the next morning he was still thinking...
101. Assphilia:- The desire to put your Toungue on an ass Image. 100. Pyrophilia:- The burning desire to have sex with a partner who is on fire. Tip: lighter fluid works well and doesn't smell as bad as petrol. 99.5. Pyrocoprophilia:- The desire to take a shit on your partner and set the shit on fire. 99. Cropohilia:- Liking for rumpy pumpy in a field of corn. 98. Frodorism:- Lusting after a small person's ring. 97. Dwarfism:- Dressing up in silly pointed hats and wanking over a sleeping person...
It was too short notice to ask anyone else so I just had to suck it up and go on the stupid holiday. We were staying in a converted barn, up a mountain, in the middle of some woods in Scotland. It was a beautiful big building with an outdoor hot tub, lots of wildlife, games, a telescope, cool lighting, mountain bikes, a swing set and miles away from anyone. I had planned to spend the week exploring it all with my friend but looks like I'll be exploring it all myself. An interesting feature of...
It was too short notice to ask anyone else so I just had to suck it up and go on the stupid holiday. We were staying in a converted barn, up a mountain, in the middle of some woods in Scotland. It was a beautiful big building with an outdoor hot tub, lots of wildlife, games, a telescope, cool lighting, mountain bikes, a swing set and miles away from anyone. I had planned to spend the week exploring it all with my friend but looks like I'll be exploring it all myself. An interesting feature of...
"This is its maximum and perverted". Lisa thought to herself as she crept down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and Lisa, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie kept fighting the urge to peek. Images of being caught peek- ing in flashed into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrass- ment of it. But other images flashed too. Of passionate, wriggling bodies, of glistening skin, a hard cock, swaying...
Giuseppe arrived at my hotel in his carriage promptly at the time he had stipulated. Neapolitans have a reputation of being tardy at keeping appointments, but both Francesco Caracciolo and Giuseppe di Campania showed this to be a canard. I joined Giuseppe in the carriage, and we sped off to Cleopatra’s Palace, situated a little way south of Naples, towards the base of Mount Vesuvius. As we rumbled along a well maintained road Giuseppe regaled me with stories of the great and the good of...
Serra the Knight sighed as the last of the kobolds fell beneath her sword and wiped away the blood. The foul little reptilians had been too busy raping her predecessor to see her coming, and then spent so much time trying to disarm and capture her that she was able to defeat the small band. “Scum” she spat at the dead monster and sheathed her sword. Her sister knight, Farah, lay on the ground naked and covered in cum. The strong stench of sex made Serra want to gag, but she fought back the urge...
Fantasy100% fiction! “Hi Gram, mom sent me over. Said you had something to tell me.” “More like something to show you, but a couple of questions first. You lost your cherry yet?” Jesus, what kind of question is that to ask a 18 year old? Do I lie and catch hell or tell the truth and get embarrassed? “Uh, whadda ya mean, Gram?” “Ha ha ha, you know damn well what I mean. Have you been some girl's pants yet?” Shit! Oh well, I guess honesty's the best policy. “Uh, huh uh. I ain't been able to, uh, …......
IncestMatilda(played by Natasha Henstridge) was an attractive 44 year old divorced heterosexual upper middle class blonde. She was 5 ft 10 tall well built and well endowed(very large breasts). Although she was chubby, her body was beautifully proportioned because of her height. She have gained weight over the years, but she carried that chubbiness well. She never thought she would evolve into such a curvy women from where she was in her colledge days. She started getting weight after she gave birth...
Matilda's eyes darted between Leon's dead body and the gun in her hand. She stared at her hand, raising it slowly. It was steady. Not a hint of a tremble. She replaced the pistol in the suitcase and took a long, hot shower. Re-entering the bedroom, Matilda kept glancing at Leon's blood-soaked body as she donned a pair of jeans and black tee-shirt. She had not been truthful with him. Her plan had been done in haste, not well thought out as he had taught her. The killing part was planned...
Matilda nervously settled into her cramped plane seat. She nervously ran her fingers through her long, curly blonde hair. She glanced out the window, hardly believing she was here. Was she crazy? Meeting a man for the first time in person in a foreign country - Austria!Her mind flashed back to how she got here. Stomach tightening, she saw her fiance fucking her best friend in bed. She would never forget the looks on their faces when they looked up and saw her. She saw Vicki on all fours in a...
SeductionMatilda's elbow wobbled on the kitchen table as she cradled the side of her face in her upturned palm. She doodled on the side of a brown paper grocery bag, pausing momentarily to yawn. Her mouth froze in the open position when her sleepy eyes spotted a rare unused space. She moved the tip of the pencil to its center and made a circle -- and then kept making more circles, each larger than the previous. The front door swung open and Leon stormed into the apartment. Matilda jumped, almost...
When Matilda awoke she was once again alone in the big bed. After washing up and dressing, she drifted around the apartment. She was bored. And then she remembered the yo-yo. Sadness overwhelmed her when she held it. She pressed it to her chest with both hands, wiping her watery eyes with first one shoulder and then the other. She missed Bobby so much. Thoughts of Skip Grafton filled her with hatred. The front door opened with a click. Matilda looked up. "We have a job," Leon...
Taking a page from Josella’s story, they parked the Suburban out of sight, and Mishka walked in shadows to the grocery store. A walkie-talkie speaker-mic was clipped to his collar, and a shotgun was carried at the ready. As he approached the store, he saw two small blond figures sitting on a shaded porch bench in front. He stopped, when one of the figures called to him, “Hey mister, can you help us? We’re hungry, there’s no one around, and we don’t have any money. Mom never came home, and we...
Matilda sulked at the kitchen table. Her unspoken dreams screamed for a different family, one filled with love. They would live in a house. The house would have a backyard where she and Bobby could play without fear of being attacked. She imagined a swing set and Bobby's little hands clutching the chains while she pushed him from behind. He'd go higher and higher, giggling and kicking his feet. The house in her dreams would have a kitchen window to look out at the blue sky, at the fresh-cut...
Matilda sat at the kitchen table, resting her chin on her clasped hands, studying Leon. He was leaning back, the front legs of his chair hovering off the floor as he rocked. His arms were folded across his chest and his eyes were fixed on her face. She wanted to know what he was thinking, but knew not to ask. "You did good," he finally said. "I was scared." "I know, but you did what you had to. I was not sure about you, but you did good. However, there is one more...
“I show I swell and I waddle” seemed to be the theme song at the school for unwed mothers where I worked. I was the caretaker there and I did the odd fix-it jobs and maintained the grounds. Mostly I got to shovel the snow, mow the lawn, plant a few flowers, and mop up the entranceway. The pay wasn’t much but room and board was included. I got to sleep in the caretaker’s house and I got to eat with the girls too. The girls were all teenagers and they were all pregnant. They were also...
It’s cooler in the bazaar.Over the years and even centuries, layers of desert sand have been shaped by hand to make the domed roofs and the thick walls, so that generations of sellers and buyers could trade in the cave-like coolness of the market labyrinth.Matilda savours the sound of the call to prayer coming amplified from high on an unseen minaret. It’s Friday. The beautiful mosques will soon be crowded.She has arrived, at last, and she is not going to leave in a hurry.Ah, Le Maroc. Matilda...
InterracialMatilda's eyes blinked open a tad and then all the way. She rubbed them with the pads of her palms and then stretched her arms straight into the air with a big, lion-like yawn. Her arms dropped to her sides with a thud and slight bounce on the mattress. Clasping her hands behind her head, she stared up at the ceiling with a huge smile as she kicked the bedcover off. Memories of the previous night filled her mind. She looked right and left and then pushed herself up, swinging her legs over...
Matilda leaned against the bedroom door jamb with her arms folded and her ankles crossed. She surveyed Leon, sitting Indian-style on the floor with his back against the bed. Next to him lay the open weapons suitcase and his cleaning materials. He cleaned every millimeter of the pistol in his lap, piece by piece, inside and out. His extra care told Matilda it was the one used in the alley and the Russian's apartment. When done, he placed it in the suitcase and retrieved another pistol....
Matt to Matilda By: Rachael Free Matt, a successful businessman and playboy, loses his job in the big city and finds himself falling for a very beautiful girl in a one- horse town in Pennsylvania. He gets close to her and they become very tight friends. There was one small chink in his armor though and Michelle takes her revenge on the guy that did her wrong. Enjoy how Matt eventually becomes...
It’s cooler in the bazaar. Over the years and even centuries, layers of desert sand have been shaped by hand to make the domed roofs and the thick walls, so that generations of sellers and buyers could trade in the cave coolness of the market labyrinth. Matilda savours the sound of the call to prayer coming amplified from high on an unseen minaret. It’s Friday. The beautiful mosques will soon be crowded. She has arrived, at last, and she is not going to leave in a hurry. Ah, Le Maroc....
Leon Bedeau stood at his apartment door peering through the peep hole. The little girl from down the hall, cradling a grocery bag in one arm, was knocking on his door asking to be let in. He wondered what she wanted. He had never spoken to her. Why was she bothering him? And then he noticed the policeman walking towards her, towards his apartment. His fingers tightened on the pistol. Why was she causing him trouble? He wanted nothing more than to be invisible. The policeman was getting...
Matilda stretched as she awoke, her skinny arms reaching for the ceiling. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before opening them slowly. Something felt odd. Her eyes darted right and then left without lifting her head. It was too quiet. And then she remembered she was not in her own bed in her own apartment. She listened for sounds. There were none. Rolling out of the strange bed, Matilda winced at the dull pain between her legs. She plopped down on the side of the bed with her legs...
A lock of Matilda's black hair lay across her cheek, tickling the side of her nose. She brushed it away as she would a pesky fly. Then she reached for the blanket. She moved her hand from side to side. She stretched her arm. Nothing! Her eyes grudgingly opened in slits only to see brown fabric. Blinking away the sleep, she stared at the back of the living room couch. As she became more alert, memories of the previous day filled her mind. Noises from the kitchen that had awoken her continued...
The Poor Maid Gretchen, the proud Graf and the Witch Matilda By Eric Sitting around a roaring fire at the ski lodge a group of friends were telling Halloween stories trying to scare or gross out each other. They had just heard the story of the Bitter old maid. "How about a nice fairy tale, I'm tired of stories set in our boring old modern world. Some how magic is more believable in the past," said Betty. "Hey Kim, I challenge you. Let's hear an old...
“I ... I ... I just don’t know how you could have missed that deadline, Jessie. I mean ... we sat right here two weeks ago and talked about it - all of us. You must have been really distracted last week, or just on another planet, or something, to have forgotten so quickly, Jessie ... Jessie...” Jamahl Sable was looking intently at Jessie Harper as he spoke but he could tell she had stopped listening. She had started off paying attention but know something else had clearly caught her eye and...
ClotildaThe Victorian Eraby P.N. DedauxCHAPTER TWO: JUDICIAL"It is winter, a cold time for madam to strip in," sneered the bewigged and red-robed judge from his seat of eminence, "see that you warm her shoulders thoroughly, Mr. Beadle. The cart's tail to Taunton and let's see if you feel so rebellious by the time you have made that little journey, lady."The good woman so addressed bent her head. A modest seamstress, she had come to the assizes in her Sunday best: Her fault – she had been heard...
???????????????????????????????????????????????????? Female POW 3:?? Afghan? Captivity?????????????????????????????? ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? by [email protected] DISCLAIMERS:? This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story includes fictional descriptions of rape, torture, and bondage. If these descriptions are likely to offend you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY.? If you are under twenty-one...
Disclaimer: Before I start, as far as I am aware, there is no pharmaceutical company called Chem-Tech (I googled it and everything). If there is, then it is completely coincidental. Chem-Tech's Legacy - Matilda's Story (Chapter 1) "PHIL," shouted my mother from downstairs. "STOP PLAYING WITH THAT BLOODY CAT, YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL." "COMING," I shouted back. I turned to my kitten. "Sorry Tabitha, gotta go now." Tabitha just cocked her head at me as if to say...
Chem-Tech's Legacy, Matilda's Story (Chapter 2) I woke up a couple of hours later to feel something warm and furry snuggling into my stomach, purring away. I lifted my sheet to see Tabitha. "Hey there Tabby," I said in a sing-song voice, that was quite high pitched. I was still struggling to recognise it as my own. "I'm surprised you know who I am." I was. I didn't look anything like I used to. In fact, how did she know who I am? As well as not looking like I used to, I didn't...
Chem-Tech's Legacy - Matilda's Story (Chapter 3) My Dad came running outside. "What's going on?" "It's Danny," I wailed. "He just collapsed, I think he's changing like I did, look at his hair," I said as I pointed at his ginger hair, slowly changing to grey." "Oh shit," he said whilst dialling a number into his mobile. "There's nobody answering the Chem-Tech number, I'm gonna call an ambulance!" Since he was breathing okay, I called upon my basic first aid skills while we...
Chem-Tech's Legacy - Chapter 4 - Matilda's Story The interview was complete. Sharon and the TV people had packed up and left, but not before telling me that the early ratings on the interview had gone through the roof on a national scale. "You're the nations sweetheart now," Sharon had told me before she left. "So you're really going to go then?" my mum asked me as she was helping clear the gunk from my face. "What? To the disco?" I asked back "Of course, it's not like I can...
Chem-Tech's Legacy - Chapter 7 - Matilda's Story "Come on Tilly," Jenny encouragingly. "You can't mope about the house for the rest of your life!" "I'm not going out there," I said in a sulk. "I'm a laughing stock!" I was, of course, talking about the catnip incident. I was obviously still upset about my former best friend trying to attack me and then watching him die, but it was the catnip incident that confirmed what everyone was really thinking about me. I was a freak show to...
Chem-Tech's Legacy - Chapter 9 - Matilda's Story It had been around four weeks since the shit hit the fan. The 3rd of April, 2015. The day that the government quarantined our area of the country from the rest of it. The day it was announced that there was a strong chance that anyone living in this area could be at risk of being infected with the compound. The compound that could change you into a human/animal hybrid if foreign DNA were to be introduced to your blood. In the days...
Chem-Tech's Legacy - Chapter 10 - Matilda's Story "Belle," I heard a sing song voice chirp from another room. "Wakey wakey Belle!" I woke up in an oversized cat bed with pink sheets. Where the hell was I? And who was Belle? Oh yeah. I'm Belle. Or at least that's what my psychotic "owner" Melody has named me. I was wearing the frilly pink nightie that she had leant me for the night and my hair tied back in a pony tail.. I only had the one dress that I was wearing when I first...
My informant had been right on the money. Leeson Stoney was indeed staying at this hotel, and was currently the other side of the room, further away from the bar. I led the way to a table not far from where he was sitting, and ordered the three of us some drinks when the waitress appeared. I let a few minutes pass, and then got up and walked over to him, smiling when he looked at me. “Hi, I’m Max Glynton. Are you on your own tonight? I was hoping you could do me a huge favor, please. My two...
I have always been obsessed with boobs. I like them all but especially big ones. I stare at them in the grocery store and of course have an extensive collection of pics from the internet. Lately, I have even been thinking about what it would be like to have a big set myself. I'm a guy don't get me wrong, but I am fascinated by what it would feel like to have a large set of breasts.A couple of weeks later I was back at the mall but this time as my male self and also was with a buddy of mine. We...
Large van comes to old warehouse, out of it steps one heavy male, which opens back door of the van. He escorts 6 humans, likely females, to place inside of warehouse. In average size hall, about 5m in square, is female dressed in black latex clothing. Once 6 humans are in place, she nods to heavy male, that he can leave place. She calls her female slave and starts talking: Welcome to my prison. Slave will tell you rules.Slave start to read from sheet of paper:Obey the mistressEverytime when you...
This story is intended as sexual entertainment for adults only.It was a small Southern town, isolated, and obscure, and when I saw the flashing lights in my rearview mirror I was astonished, since I knew I had been driving well below the posted speed limit of forty five miles per hour. I felt a bit of outrage, but decided that the best thing to do in such a situation is to go along with the flow, and cooperate fully.I stopped and waited in the car, having pulled out my license and papers, and...
Though Arkan had died in the American Delta Force attack on his hotel headquarters cum rape camp early the next morning, he continued to influence events in his native Balkans. His bodyguard Alexander had survived the attack by virtue of having accompanied Val and Bobbie to the coast where they were handed over to the middleman's agent. Blindly following Arkan's instructions on what to do in case of his sudden, violent death- instructions which had assumed that Serbian betrayal rather than...
My name is Matilda, and I used to be a fairy. A long time ago my people were many. We were small, beautiful, full of magic, and generally good people. But not all of us were good. Not all of us were fairies. Some of us changed when we became angry. It took a lot of anger for it to happen, but if we became angry enough a fairy would transform into an ugly raging giant. We called these fairies witches. Our people had a queen. She was queen over all the fairies in the world. It was her wish to...