My legs buckled beneath me, leaving me slumped against the machine’s dented casing, my entire body trembling in shock. Denise’s scream for Tommy, teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm, echoed endlessly in my mind, her voice flooding every inch of the hidden dungeon in our VRBO, nearly drowning out the rhythmic hydraulic hiss of the merciless contraption. Reclined in the worn gynecological chair, fresh off the golf...

I stood frozen behind the contraption, torn between denial and inevitability, the empty wine glass she had carelessly handed me clutched in one hand while the other hovered over the worn red switch of the machine’s controller. Time seemed to slow as I grappled with the sight of Denise reclined in the battered gynecological chair. Her pink sleeveless Nike golf shirt clung to her body, still damp from her round in the swelt...

Reeon woke up in the morning to noises echoing through the ship, groggy, stumbled out the bedroom to see many aliens and pieces of the ship scattered about, just in nothing but boxers. “Good morning,” two of them greeted him. He gave a noncommittal wave. “Hope you don’t mind, but we made something similar to what you humans call coffee. You can have some, if you like,” said a female. He looked at her light gray muscular b...

As we stepped into the house, our eyes were immediately drawn to the open bookshelf on the right, revealing the hidden sex dungeon precisely as we’d left it before rushing out the door to the golf course: a dark, unignorable void. The faint, musty smell from the secret space had seeped into the living room, clinging to the air. Denise set her clubs down, the familiar clank of irons jostling together, serving as a reminder...

"Denise!" I shouted, my voice edged with panic, but the sharp hiss of hydraulic noise drowned me out. The bookshelf in our VRBO groaned and creaked, slowly shifting inward on its own. The frame shuddered, books wobbling precariously until a few toppled to the floor with dull thuds, tiny dust clouds rising as they hit. The shelf swung fully open, finally stopping to reveal a dark, ominous passage hidden within the wall. Th...

I smelled her all over his face. Anger filled me, but then… …the taste of her in his mouth planted a seed of curiosity upon my tongue. * I walked into her office, my panties stuck to my damp lips. “My husband’s fucking you,” I calmly stated and unzipped my dress. Mischief marked her pretty face as she rose from her chair. “So you want what he gets?” * I crawled into bed that night an enlightened woman. With the scent of h...

I went to the sailing club, there was a stiff breeze blowing, just right. I had a look around and asked if anyone wanted to go for a sail. The socialites were looking at their nails and expensive shoes; they were not going anywhere near a boat. A fifteen-year-old lad said, “Would you take me, please?” I said, “Certainly.” It was just a little unusual for a girl to take a lad out, but it was in sight of everyone. There was...