Cynthia has been using hypnosis to lose weight. Her brother David has implanted a secret phrase that puts Cynthia into a deep hypnotic trance, ready to receive his suggestions.
Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is …
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Cynthia has been using hypnosis to lose weight. Her brother David has implanted a secret phrase that puts Cynthia into a deep hypnotic trance, ready to receive his suggestions.
Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is …
When Kay awoke the next morning, she still had the taste of her son’s
cum in her mouth and throat. Memories of the night before and the things
they had done poured into her mind. She felt her cunt start …
Dennis slid open the glass door of his quiet home and stepped into the heavily wooded backyard. It was a crisp fall Saturday as Dennis surveyed the many layers of fallen leaves that covered his yard. The chilly air cooled …
Bob woke up when he heard his bedroom door opening. It was after midnight on a Friday night, technically it was the wee hours of Saturday morning and that also made it Bob’s eighteenth birthday.
He peeked out through partially …
She stood in the crowded corridor waiting for the elevator that
would take her to his floor. Many of the others waiting had just
returned from church, and the talk was of the services they had just
been to. They …
Steve Smith knew that he wasn’t feeling any pain, but hell, he was
a long ways from being drunk. All the same, the goddamned revelation
Don Keller had unloaded on him had whipped his appetite away, and he
could only …
Satyr had not been pleased to see his mistress, Karen. She had
come to take him back to the rope, he felt certain, punish him for
running away, and he did not intend for that to happen. He had leaped…
Barbara Keller needed no priming to fan her voluptuous curves into
a glowing furnace of lust. She realized this as she lay thrillingly
naked beneath the wet, searing caresses of Satyr’s loving tongue, once
again hotly stroking the swollen mounds …
Earlier that morning, Don had called to let Barbara know his
luncheon date with Steve Smith was still on and that he intended to pour
it to their neighbor, along with the martinis, just the way they had
rehashed it …
The rest of the summer went rapidly. Debbie and I did get together for a
mutual blowjob one day.
School was soon back in and with it, homework and other commitments.
Aunt Marie moved in the second week of school. …
I lay whimpering in the corner, my ass stinging from my tail plug and my
jaws hurting from the gag. Julie ignored me, readying the meal until I heard
a car drive into the garage. Julie rushed into the bathroom …
The following morning, Karen Smith was still too overwhelmed from
the obscene thrill of her forbidden sexual coupling with her aunt’s dog
to feel any significant amount of shame or remorse over what she had
done. Oh, admittedly, there had …
Once or twice, after her tears had dried, Karen thought that she
dozed, but she doubted that she’d really slept. On the floor beside the
bed, Satyr faithfully lay watching the open doorway into the hall with
the keen eyes …
As I stood up, I looked into Mistress Sylvia’s eyes, I was no longer
nervous, just terribly excited by the events.
“Come!” she instructed me, “Kneel before me!”
I did, her cunt was level with my gaze, her legs were …
Morganstern, now lying on his back, looked up at Jon, the
lithe young stud who was just starting his first impaling thrust.
But with no more than an inch of himself inside Morganstern, who
was the bigger, more muscular of …
It’s such a hot fantasy to imagine being in the shower and out of nowhere, you slip in behind me…the first I know of it is when you press me up against the wall with your big sexy tits…mmmm this …
My name is Diana Styles and I’m a strap-on addict and an avowed fetish fanatic. A five-foot-ten, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman of Southern origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Forty years old and …
I saw her in the valet parking area of one of the big new Vegas hotels. It
was like a scene out of a movie–this whole crowd of Southern gals, dressed
to the nines with billowy dresses and high heels …
Kashya had screamed until her throat became cracked parchment. She had
put every ounce of defiance she possessed into that scream, trying
desperately to ignore the sight of Flavie sharing the sticky juices on her
thighs with her new mates. …
It was a normal trip to the gym, though I was a bit later than normal. I
usually managed to get there by 6pm, but tonight I had been finishing up a
problem at the office and couldn t break …