I had dressed up since I was a teenager but it was only occasionally. Usually, it was just lingerie and it was always for me and just for masturbation. It was about ten years ago that I decided I wanted to go further and start using makeup and breast forms and wigs etcetera. Quite by chance one day, I rang an old friend just for a chat. I found out that he had rented his house out while he was travelling. The person on th...

*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!* My tits were slapping together hard, almost as though they wanted to join in with the adulation of the crowd. Most on their feet, all roaring, some of them actively masturbating as they watched the incredible spectacle below that I was a part of. Drone-mounted cameras whizzed as they circled all around me, projecting to monitors huge and small all over the Pleasure Arena, views from every angle of the...

I haven’t always been the world’s greatest covert operative, famous glamour model, or even small-part actress with a bigger following than most superstars. Back in 1969 I was just a girl of 19, but I was already commanding men’s attention like I simply owned it from the start. Most were drawn to my ludicrous MM cup breasts (They weren’t quite done growing even then) while others liked my long legs, sculpted butt, fit phys...

There were three things of which I could be absolutely certain. 1. If I didn't escape soon, I was going to brutally executed. 2. I could escape whenever I wanted. 3. One of my captors was packing a huge cock, so I was really on the fence about things one and two. *** "Stand up, bitch! It's time for your trial!" one of the brutes shouted at me as he knocked his fist against the metal wall that emitted the containment field...

It had been the worst fucking shift. Customers had been rude and mostly leaving shit tips. One asshole actually had the nerve to write on his receipt that my “big rack” had made him “forget his wallet” and he’d dashed without paying at all. Then, because the universe hates me apparently, one of the buttons on my shirt popped off and zinged across the room, rubbing in the fact that yes, I do in fact have a big huge stupid...

I pulled myself from The Reverie.  The last time I went into the sleep of ages our kind call The Reverie, it was between the Renaissance and the Victorian era. I had stayed awake more than a dozen decades until that business with the big wars. Now I did not know how long I’d been under, I knew only that I was weak, I was hungry, and oh by the night I was horny.  I breathed in deep; it was smoggier than I remembered, and,...

Patricia stretched lazily, gazing at her latest conquest as the young, muscular guy continued to sleep off his exhaustion. He'd certainly earned a bit of rest after his hard work the previous night, having managed not one or two or even three, but full four rounds or hot, steamy sex. Which, incidentally, was exactly why Patricia always went after younger men - what they might lack in experience, they usually more than mad...

Again, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue the tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy. The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted thems...

Again, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. I continue my tale of my adventures with my pleasure-slave Melora, and various other slaves too. As previous readers are aware, I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy. The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted thems...

“Mmm, baaaby, I want you so bad right now.”Maya turned from the dresser and looked at Brad as he lay on the bed slowly stroking his hard cock, tormented with desire. A sharp tingle shot through her pussy.“Ooh, let me,” Maya purred. She really hadn’t thought about being naughty until she saw Brad playing but, as usual, it didn’t take much to get her going.Maya was bewitching in her naked glory: a beautiful face framed by w...

As soon as he opens the door, Nick’s eyes go to straight to my chest. I had just gotten caught in the rain - so my shirt was soaked through - and I suspected that he could just make out my pink areolas and my small erect nipples. His dark eyes flash back to my face and he lightly grabs the back of my head, entwining his fingers in my hair, before pulling me inside the entrance. His hand trails down my back and he cups my...

After our last adventure at the bar, we didn’t get up to much until closer to the end of our trip. We moved to a private villa in Uluwatu in Bali. It was a reasonably large one bedroom villa with a kingsized bed, large bathroom, private pool, and outdoor area. As soon as we were shown to our room, James and I stripped naked and jumped in the pool. I wrapped my legs around James and pressed my hard nipples against his well...

Have you ever had a dream or thought and realized that maybe you had done something, experienced something or met someone before? I woke up in a sweat with a raging hard on. I had the most surreal dream ever. I wasn’t sure why. I dreamed had gone down to our apartment complex swimming pool and slipped into the hot tub. It was late in the evening and since there was a chill in the air, there wasn’t anyone else around and I...

I must have gotten my love of fashion from my mother. She wrote a style column for a women’s health monthly, and took home free copies of couture magazines with beguiling names like Crash, Oyster and Purple. As an idle sixteen-year-old I spent hours going through them, cutting out pictures to tape into my fashion “idea book.”I hoped to be a runway model myself, one day, and I had every reason to think I’d have a shot at i...