Summoning Stories

I was in my bed, reading an erotic novel. I’ve always had a good imagination, so I was already soaked with need, the book being very intriguing and sexy. It was at a particular spot where the alien has demanded the human slave offer herself up to him. I moaned to myself, imagining the creature depicted, hovering over me, about to enter my sopping pussy. I threw the book to the side, my hands finding my breasts quickly und...

The only light in the room came from the warm glow of the jack-o-lantern as the lithe figure backed himself against the varnished headboard of his bed. His ankles were already chained, heavy manacles like cold brands on his skin as he fastened his left wrist as well, letting his head tip back against the smooth wood, eyes closing as he breathed in the scents of the empty room: cool, autumn night, warm pumpkin, fire, sex....

It was 2:20 A.M. on a school night, and Jason lay awake. Please. I need this, he thought desperately. Anxious and desperately horny, he waited for the timer on his parents' television across the hall to shut off. Should be any minute now. He shifted his legs and felt his heavy comforter rub against his half-erect cock. The ritual required a purity cleanse of at least five days. No sex, no masturbation. The first part came...