Stepping off the bus after a long day at school, Thomas slung his bag over his shoulders. The sun was just starting to set, the distant glow of the orange orb already halfway behind the horizon, and he let out a tired sigh as he made his way back. Not because he had just finished getting through all his midterms and his tests though he couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t happy about that, but rather because today just so happe...

Slowly, time passed. Inexorably, the semester inched onward, and bit by bit like the last remaining glow of the fading summer heat and the rustic color of the leaves, it was as if her life had settled into a new routine as Erika slowly grew accustomed. All the while the sessions continued, and twice a week without fail it would be over to either the couch or her room to spread her legs apart as her mother counted to seven...

The rest of the month passed rather quickly for Erika after that. Not counting the usual boredom of school that is, and the tedium of actually having to pay attention in class. In 1815 Napoleon lost the Battle of Waterloo, and in 1920 the League of Nations was first formed. What did both of these events have in common and how did they set the world stage? Who cares, and who knows. It was really all sort of the same anyway...

Standing in the middle of the bathroom, Erika shivered at the sound of running water. And not just because she was fully naked again, although she couldn’t really say she liked that part too much either. Rather, the reason for her apprehension had more to do with the fact that somewhere along the way, her mother had suddenly decided to start giving her an enema. Not one of those big ones thankfully, like the ones they alw...

It had been a long day at school. Two tests, three quizzes, and more homework than Erika had ever laid her eyes upon. Closing her bedroom door, she flopped onto her bed to bury her face into the pillow as she groaned. This time though, it wasn’t because she was simply being moody again like her mother always liked to harp on her about. Rather, despite her exhaustion, there was something else today on her mind bothering he...

I put her to bed naked and let her sleep for a couple of hours. I made her sleep on top of the sheets so I could see her naked body while she slept. She slept on her side, almost in a fetal position. I sat on a chair near the bed, also naked, and watched her. She was exquisite. I watched her flat belly slowly moving in and out with her breathing. I almost hated to wake her up. Almost. I opened a drawer next to the bed and...

Officially, the Free Use program was meant only for non-violent prisoners of the State. In certain instances of delinquency, however, an exception could be made. And as it happened to be in the case of Rebecca Brooks, a small-time enterprising cat burglar and a student in her last year in, her parents had been more than willing to sign off on the necessary paperwork to ensure a thorough rehabilitation. Of course, given he...

The two masked men dragging Sophie to her new temporary accommodations were growing tired of being kicked by the rebellious young spitfire, so they paused their march to her room. Instead of enduring further pummelling, they stopped, grabbed an arm and leg each and again picked her up, carrying her face up with a hand on each limb to save any more bruises inflicted by the still-hooded wildling they were carrying. They arr...

As a writer, Amanda was facing a somewhat unusual problem. Not that she was ever short of inspiration; rather, she had too much of it. As she always liked to say, she could not control the dazzling speed of the stream of dirty fantasies running through her mind. This might seem like an insurmountable obstacle for a writer. But in her case, it was not, for she was entirely specialized in erotic fiction. She was only frustr...

Releasing the cursed Belt You felt the warmth Hands on tender thighs The yearning aching Taste your silken skin Press against your heart Held, warm and love Flicked your hard nipples Whisper not to cum You hold back the tide Whimpers of torture Tones confess your desires Acts filled with need Husky and drench lust. Lips, swollen and soft A warmth passion Oh how they throb Eyes sparkle with libido Disclose of being raunchy...

Artemis left the gala announcement shoot with her hair wet, her head spinning, and her clit pounding inside its steel prison. All her life, she had worked to make herself impervious to frustration. Teasing herself past the point of endurance, and then just a little further, all without any chance of release, that was just a Friday night. And doing the same with a hot partner, the way she had with Evie in their little vide...

In the near future, the government decides to crack down on crime rates with a unique program. Instead of going to prison, nonviolent offenders are given an opportunity to redeem themselves through service to the community. For the girls who find themselves on the other side of the law, this means having to go through an entire year of denial with a suppression ring attached to their clits to make sure that they aren’t ab...

This week is making me insane. It’s seven days since my first — and only — encounter with Sam. He’s not uttered a word to me, nor paid any attention to the comments I’ve made during the project meetings I sit in on. The extra hours in the office have been taking their toll on me physically and mentally. My output has been better than ever, but trying to catch Sam’s eye has been taxing. The toxic combination of early morni...

Eventually, Thomas was able to cum. A deep, satisfying orgasm, with his dick surrounded by the soft velvety folds of his sister’s pussy clamping down. Unfortunately for him, however, since there was still some time left before then, that particular account will have to wait for another while. Another couple more months of frustration perhaps, during which he would simply have to put up with the fullness in his balls. In t...