Natasha and I have been friends for years, good friends, but in a strictly plutonic way. We talk about anything and everything, but not sex simply because while she is divorced and singled, I am divorced and remarried. Though I am remarried, my wife and I live in separate states. A product of travelling years ago with my Tinder profile active. My relationship with my wife works. We have a happy marriage, albeit one based...

Ella returned to the bedroom to change. She stripped down to her underwear as she pondered what she would wear. Maybe that new sundress? Gazing into the full-length mirror on the back of the adjoining bathroom door, she stopped before trying it on. Where'd I put that strapless bra? Ella thought as she began digging through her luggage. Ella flipped over her bag's flap with a thud. "What was that?" She sighed, looking arou...

Samantha was eighteen and cute And she liked to dance round In the nude. With no curtains at all On her bedroom, She saw The boy next door spying — So rude! The next day On the school bus, Lee laughed When Sam sat next to him And played mad — She didn't give him away, But his red face sure did say How they felt when her hand Grabbed his pants. Now the boy next door sneaks in at night And if her folks are gone, stays as he...

Chapter 12: The Power of Love It was nearing Letobain's eighteenth birthday when she would come of age. Having grown close to Braedon after moving to House Owens after her father died and her mother remarried to Braedon, she had decided to remain in House Owens with her mother and the other wives she had come to know and love. Yet no one was aware that Braedon was her biological father. Seeing it as him just marrying and...

Let me set the scene. A buddy of mine had gathered some of his friends to go hiking in some remote, but breathtaking location. As fate would have it, one member of this fellowship had dropped out, leaving a spot vacant for, yes, you’ve guessed it: me. Long story short, we had a whale of a time. But, as so often is the case, what could have been a near-perfect experience was cruelly disturbed by my innate lack of social sk...

John was kinky. He had been completely upfront about it when Heidi had started dating him, and Heidi had known full well what she was signing up for, but even so, it got to be a little much every once in a while. She'd almost gotten used to walking in on him jerking off to weird degradation porn, but the thrill in his eyes each time he realized he'd been caught, combined with the hopeful look on his face as though her cat...

On her way home from bimbofying Sam, pleased with how well it had gone, Amy stopped by the supermarket to grab a few essentials. As she entered the store, she immediately noticed all of the delicious-looking men in sight and unconsciously arched her back to grab their attention with the greedy, bimbofied tits on display in her lowcut tank top. However, rather than indulging in the tempting arousal pulsing between her legs...

"Wait, what do you mean you changed the recipe?" the CEO asked his genius but socially inept lead mixologist. "Well, I didn't realize you wanted the drink to actually make a girl into your Perfect Girlfriend, so once I saw your incredibly sexist ad campaign, it inspired me to go back to the drawing board and craft something that would make your dream a reality. Now whenever a girl drinks Perfect Girlfriend Juice, she'll d...

Amy was sitting at home, lounging comfortably in a bathrobe, reading a trashy romance novel when it happened. You might think it odd for an up-and-coming aeronautics research scientist to spend her Saturdays reading smut, but there was something about the stories of plain, everyday women having torrid affairs with gorgeous, unattainable men that she couldn't get enough of, possibly because she herself was plain, with mous...

The next morning, sexually sated for the first time in days after getting stuffed with cock at the club the night before, Amy was sitting on the couch absentmindedly playing with her jiggly new C-cups when they began to remind her of their ever-present need for another splash of the bimbo potion. As tempting as it would be to indulge them, to allow the drug to trigger their sensuous swelling once again, Amy obviously wasn...