Intercrural Stories

Detective Clay Hardwicke had dedicated almost two decades of his life to his profession. He was considered a loose cannon by his superiors, someone who could get the job done, but his methods were questionable at best. He made no excuse for his approach, more often than not, that was deemed unconventional, unorthodox, and unethical. As Clay worked on his next case, he was staring intently at the monitor in front. His atte...

The wet, desolate street rested in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. The water in the potholes shimmered by the glow of the dim, yellow lamps sparsely lined up along the lane. Huge giant buildings stood beside the street; quiet. Some windows gave out white and yellow lights, but mostly the others were pitch black. The cool monsoon air carried a sweet moist scent like a candy shop kept inside a refrigerator. Th...

The owner could feel the looming presence of her son standing close beside the bed. Really close. She kept absolutely still, feigning deep sleep. However, the viscid dampness on her webbed feet was gradually seeping into her naked soles through the diaphanous nylon, arousing and turning her on inexorably. Her pulsating penis was increasingly stirred and ecstatic. She squeezed her Kegel muscles while simultaneously clampin...

With one hand behind me pulling him closer, the other holds him up against my pussy. When his hand runs along the inside of my leg, lifting enough to slide between them, I get increasingly turned on. Flexing my muscles as he thrusts, helping him, being active. “Thank you,” he whispers, no longer ashamed. “Your kink is part of you, I love you. Remember though, it’s only ever my thighs.” With a hand on my belly, pulling me...