Smelly Stories

Foreword: Hello, fellow Degenerates. Welcome to Sister's First Sleepover. If you are of the lower eschelons of degeneracy, I expect you'll find a lot to enjoy in this tale. It's a slow build up, but I promise you it does ramp up. My aim is to make the story feel as believable as possible, whilst also descending into utterly delicious levels of domination and humiliation.    Chapter 1: The Makeup Game Becca closed the fron...

Hi everyone! My name is Juliana, I'm eighteen, bissexual and decided to share with you something that happened to me when I was sixteen! I haven't changed much since that time, I'm shorty, white, thin, brown hair (like to make ponytail). I don't have big boobs, but I kinda like my ass. Sorry about my english, I know it's not perfect. I've always been very interested in the smell of things and sex wasn't different. A few y...

I was at an after party with only a few other people. My company for the evening had left while we were still at the bar, but I had fallen into conversation with some other people. When someone invited everybody to an after party I just joined up. The main reason for joining them was, of course, a very hot girl who was part of the group. I had not yet been able to speak to her, but I thought it might be easier in a less c...

A conversation between two women, overheard in a noisy bar, "...So how long do you keep him there?" "It depends. Mostly just like five minutes, but sometimes for a lot longer." "And he does not object at all?" "He did in the beginning, but realized he has no choice, really." "I can't believe this. I never suspected anything like that. How... what kind of relationship do you guys actually have?" "It's quite normal and bori...

The time had come. Punchline and I had waited a year since our summer trips of ’09 to get back on an airplane, ditch the uncharacteristically cloudy California summer, and fly to the land of green landscape, midnight sun, no religion, expensive beers, and beautiful women: Scandinavia.Denmark We arrived in Copenhagen on a Wednesday afternoon, tired and grimy from fourteen hours of flying. We’d each slept no more than two h...