My master leads me to the back door and my heart starts pounding. Bryan may live in one of those villas where you can't see a neighbor for miles around, but the idea of walking around in the backyard completely naked and with an anal toy makes me feel uncomfortable. Bryan insists as he open the door, and I gather my courage to step out. It's a beautiful day. The sun warms my skin instantly. Bryan suggests I dip in the poo...

My brain takes exactly one second to go through all the idiotic scenarios – Bane, naked female, hanky-panky, caught in the act, tears, screeching, it’s not what it looks like, denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance, let’s stay friends, blah, blah, blah. Then the rest of reality filters into my head. The naked woman – female, rather, clearly not human (skin’s too gray, claws are too long, and are those feelers?)...

  10 May 2021 Last night was the worstest night's sleep ever. No sooner had I burrowed my head down into the pillows and squirmed happily to make myself a cosy nest beneath the bedding than the remote control, vibrating, princess plug started buzzing in my bottom. Well, at first I thought it was broken and would soon stop, but on and on it went, buzzing and pulsing and throbbing and quivering in my tight, spasmy, anal pas...

We were colleagues and it always felt dangerous between us. She was in her early thirties and I had just turned fifty. At first we actively disliked each other, perhaps reacting to the arrogance that we are both prone to, but that slowly changed. We found that we worked well together and started to flirt, particularly after a drink or two on overnight business trips. She was tall, blond, beautiful, posh, and very fond of...

As if on cue she sits up.  Stretches her arms above her head and stands up.  I can see that she is wearing a very short dress.  Once again she stretches her arms above her head and I watch the dress rise along her thighs exposing her perfectly formed cheeks.  No leggings!!! No undies!!!   Looking over her shoulder she glances towards my window.  I know she cannot see me because my light is off and I barely have the blind...

William lay in his bed, his mind rushing over the last few humiliating days. How he had crumbled from the cocky youth who strutted unopposed through these streets to the broken shell that lay here he couldn't comprehend. He would have to walk past the neighbors who had watched her dominate him and mocked him as he cried.  His ass throbbed from his punishment, it kept him awake. But he couldn't shake the image of that woma...

Devonshire Street is nestled in a quiet suburban area of Lancashire. It contains an almost identical series of modest semi-detached houses, painted in a conforming range of non-flamboyant colors. Its residents are middle class, hard-working families, and the odd aging pensioner. Living together peacefully apart from the odd argument over loud children or car parking. The fly in the ointment for this peacefulness was Willi...

“I’m curious.” Bobbie looked up from the sink. Behind her was Karen Majors, the supervisor for a different department than the one she worked in. “About?” Karen smiled, “You were getting out of your car next to me this morning. I wasn’t looking on purpose, but I saw a shiny purple jewel where I wouldn’t have expected to see one.” Bobbie's face flushed as she tried to demure, but as she was told on several occasions, she s...

I am running. On the run. Again. My lungs are two loaves of agony in my heaving chest, screaming curses at me with every gasp of air. My legs pump me forward even though they are full of lead and liquefied packing peanuts.Faster, Val.My toes and the balls of my feet fight for purchase on the moss-covered, uneven ground.Run!My heart is pounding in my head so hard that my skull seems to be pulsing like the Yellowstone volca...

So the Dryth appear to be Time Lords, or maybe they raided Gallifrey and took the TARDIS with them. In any case, far as I can tell, their ship is much bigger on the inside than it has any right to be.Or maybe I’m just running in circles.Yep, I’m running. Yes, naked, with stuff dripping down my legs. Yes, I’m holding on to my boobs. No, it’s not a pretty sight. No, it doesn’t make a ton of sense in my head, but my body saw...

The bathroom is spacious and well-equipped, but stiflingly humid. The smell of what counts as soap and bath foam on this planet itches in my nose. Several translucent, spider-like creatures scuttle around on the slick floor tiles, drawn to the eternal dampness of the room, and I have to fish several jelly-like strings of insectoid eggs out of the bathtub and chuck them out the window.Reminder: The manager of this establis...

Ugh. Managers are the same everywhere. Literally, everywhere, in the entire universe. When I was sixteen, I worked at a supermarket as an underpaid check-out girl. One day, the manager, Mr Schwimmer, came into the staff room (five minutes before my shift had even started!) and informed me that I should go clean up the men’s toilet. Skid marks in the bowl. No points for guessing whose skid marks those probably were in the...