My improbable adventures in sexual domination started completely without warning, on a Saturday night a couple years after college. I was sitting on the couch in my apartment, with my arm around my best friend, Rachel, who was sobbing into my favorite Renaissance Faire cloak. “This is pathetic,” she said, sitting up, blowing her nose, and putting her glasses back on. She had done this three times already — said something...

On the First Day of Christmas, My Best Friend’s Husband Gave to Me… ...a dick underneath the pantry. No, really. When I went to fetch the fine china for my lovely guests (my best friend of ten years Sarah and her husband Brandon) within the lazy susan underneath my top cabinet there it was standing tall and haughty and ornamented with a shiny party store pink ribbon--a long purple dragon dildo. Now, I’d joked on many an o...

“The Mushroom looks like dick,” Flame said idly - though he was staring at it intently. Vine wandered around and looked up at the opening of the ditch they found themselves in. “Please don’t …” Glamour said as she watched Flame circle the phallic mushroom. “Why not? I’m horny.” Flame said. He was rubbing himself now, getting excited just by the thought of riding the mushroom. “It could be poison!” Glamour alarmed him. “It...

"Time Travel?" I read the banner affixed to the wall above the entrance to the ballroom. "'Transport yourself to another time and place?'""My friend in the Sociology department recommended this exhibit," Quigley explained as we moved forward two steps in the lengthy queue.I checked the description on the brochure we were given that morning at the ticket booth. "'An increasingly interactive adventure to excite your senses'...

Michelle had been working on her presentation for two weeks now and the end was finally in sight. She wished she could give it herself, but her boss insisted that she stay in the office, like always. It was a big company, so there was definite hierarchy that needed to be followed. She sighed as she put the finishing touches on it and opened her desk draw to get a flash drive to copy it to. The drawer was empty.   She smil...

I looked around the small bar. It wasn't like most of the sports bars back home. There were no huge televisions that showed multiple sports games at once. There was just one small monitor above the bar. Two ladies were serving drinks and food to the patrons, they weren't dressed in skimpy little outfits, but regular clothes.  "We could have done this back home," I shook my head as I returned my attention to my folder. "We...

“C’mon guys, stop fucking around and get over here. We need to get this done,” said Emma with a sigh.Tall, lanky and with small boobs and round glasses, she was your typical bookworm.The two guys she was talking to were Freddy and Gary. Freddy was like Emma; tall, reed-thin with glasses while Gary was, short, overweight and didn’t wear glasses.The three of them were in Emma’s dorm room where they were supposed to finish a...

What a waste of a beautiful Saturday afternoon, I thought to myself as I biked across town to meet with my group project partners. It was late April, and had been warm for awhile, but today was absolutely the most amazing day yet. People were out shopping, walking pets, or just enjoying the fresh air that carried more than the mere promise of summer. I pumped my legs harder, picking up speed. The wind blew my hair back an...

(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.)Chapter 2Down in the cafeteria, Frederick had finally made his nervous trek over to Sophie."Ehm, hi." Frederick looked down at British girl who just took a bite of pasta."Oh." Sophie chewed and swallowed her food as she looked up at the blond haired guy standing there. She had seen him in class before and had found him rather cute the...

Like any other Saturday night I’m sitting on the couch watching TV, bored out of my mind and horny as fuck. My boyfriend’s laughter floats through the house we share as he plays on his computer in the other room while talking to his friends on Skype. 'Why is he not throwing me on the bed and fucking my brains out instead?!' I’ve attempted several times to catch his attention to which I get ignored. It does make me feel a...