One night transformation
by freakedbyNyx
My roommate invited me to a party that left me marked and used . Goody to slutty
One night transformation
by freakedbyNyx
My roommate invited me to a party that left me used and marked up. From a goody to a slutty
Cara Entailed
by vincamarel
Cara Whitlock inherits a vast Northumberland estate worth nearly two hundred million pounds. The condition is simple and absolute: she must complete a ninety-day residential programme of total compliance. Every morning at six she receives her orders. What she may wear. How she may stand. Where she may sit. What she may not touch. The dress they give her is deliberately too short. The rules are deliberately impossible to keep perfectly. Every breach is recorded in a ledger that only ever adds days. She is measured, dressed, displayed, and watched. She is intelligent, sharp-tongued, and not used to losing. The house does not care. Ninety days of controlled exposure, institutional humiliation, and slow, precise surrender. She can walk away at any moment. One word ends everything. Including the fortune. She has not said it yet.
Lactation Support Protocol
by JessicaSloane
42-year-old COO. 22-year-old golden boy who took her job. Broken elevator. Full, leaking tits. She makes him suck. He makes her take it.
The Mist: New York
by NancyDouglas
WORK IN PROGRESS: I'll try to publish a chapter a day. A dark erotic post apocalypses novel, a new African cult of extremists, the Qadesh, has come to power, WWIII has ravished the earth, and a dark mist has spread across the globe, unleashing killing 90% of the population, unleashing monsters, and making the few who survived nearly immortal as they struggle to evade the cult, and as Qadesh fights to enslave the unworthy and bring about a Black New World Order.
Home For The Weekend
by lila_hart
She’s coming home for the weekend. Three months at college and all she can think about is her little brother — the towel, the dreams, the guilt that hits every time she comes. One exit away from home she pulls over and takes the edge off. It doesn’t help. By the time she walks through the front door, everything already feels different.
Rubbing the suddle
by femboy
I grew up with horses, and when got a bit older started feeling the amazing rubbing sensation... and I started fucking myself, exploring it, for the first time.
The Saturday Girl
by jmlocke
Every June, once the last of the kids have been counted into minivans and driven off to the sleepover, Maple Glen throws a party for the grown-ups. Charcoal smoke, cold beer, the same argument about brisket, classic rock on the speaker. And out on the bandstand lawn, where it's stood longer than anyone can remember, the Belle wakes up. No one knows who put it there. No one's read the plaque in years. But everyone knows how the afternoon goes: it picks two women from the crowd, strips them, strings them up in the June sun, and puts them to use — itself first, then two men it picks the same way, then itself again — until about an hour past sunset, while the party keeps its chairs turned and its plates full. This year it takes the mom who's babysat half the neighborhood's kids, and a girl who grew up a few streets over. Nobody does anything. It's the block party. Everyone has such a nice time. Come for the brisket, stay for the trussed neighbors.