Eryka tightened her grip on the helicopter’s frame as they descended onto the island. She had chased magma from the Mariana Trench to Mauna Loa, but Calvéa was different. It was raw and untamed. She squinted through the fog to see remnants of a stone path through the ice. Legend spoke of a society sustained by the very fire that now threatened to consume the island, but her research showed that it was too volatile for sus...

Sienna was the kind of cheerleader who turned heads without even trying. At 20 years old, standing at 5 feet 5 inches, she had a body that screamed temptation—curves in all the right places, with perky C-cup breasts that strained against her tight uniform top, a narrow waist that flared into hips made for grabbing, and an ass that bounced with every high kick. Her brown eyes, deep and smouldering like melted chocolate, co...

Gylan exited the barn to find Erinnah while Ellyn took Priscillia’s milk, which she had set down earlier, to a work table to process and document. “Um, Life-mate?” “Yes, Azalea?” “I’m sorry. I sorta made a mess of your clothes,” she said bashfully. Azalea stood up, revealing a large wet spot on his shoulder Devin ran a finger across it and tasted it. “I don’t know how you manage to produce something so sweet, but maybe we...

Though Victoria shared her name with the reigning monarch, the similarities ended there. She very much doubted the ruler would condone—or even contemplate—an outfit such as the one she wore. The ornate gild of the mirror in her chambers framed a woman brimming with inner confidence, unashamed to express her sexuality where others chastised her loose morals, preferring to toe societal norms in dress and values. Cupping the...

My Story continues down the rabbit hole. From part 2. Hello, I'm John, had I had broken trust and trespassed on Dede's property. Dede had strapped me in the suit, letting it manipulate my body and mind. I was left alone with whatever was about to happen. For what I assume was a couple of hours, this machine and suit violated me. It drained my cock of all its cum and shot it back into my throat. This device abused my hole,...

My Story Continues. My eyes scanned the suit and the control device against the wall. I was unable to breathe, and I was scared for my life. I spun around, locking the room and placing the key on the shelf. I was careful to ensure it was back where I knocked it off. I shut off the lights and ran home. I locked my doors even to my bedroom. For the next twelve or so hours, I stared at the ceiling. When I finally got out of...

My name is John, and I'm twenty-one years old and live with my parents outside the Bay Area of California. I grew up here, and my private or sex life has not been vanilla. I had some adventures with some cheerleaders that went out of control. I was able to get back to everyday life for a while. This story is about how I disappeared for some time without anyone knowing. We lived in a house in an older neighborhood. Some of...

Without any sound to listen to, it was so strange to watch the view of my own living room via the network of hidden cameras that Liam had installed. Every sight of them was fed to my mind through the filter of lust, as the slow rhythmic fucking of my ass was steadily increasing my arousal. Liam sat in a chair near me, sipping his beer and watching along with me. I would occasionally glance over at him or look downward to...

The numbers were rising quickly, as Brooke’s fans bid up her use of my ass. Their arousal seemed to mirror Brooke’s own, and as her cock got harder and harder in the grip of my stroking hand, the chime of tips coming in kept sounding. It wasn’t long before the first milestone was reached, and Brooke started applauding. “Oh baby, it’s time, Crissy. Stop stroking me for now, and stand up and lift up your skirt. Show our fri...

It wasn't until after she turned fifty-one that Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson openly embraced the 'Kink' community. Before the global pandemic, there had been a great many sex clubs in London. Now, only a few had reopened to the discerning public after the virus had more or less been defeated. Le Boudoir is still one of the UK's smartest lifestyle venues, where a world of naughtiness, sexual liberation, and debauchery hid...