Posted by Scott in Stories
Submitted by our ’special’ friend Cooper
“I will not touch her vagina without proper protection!” exclaimed Belvedere, staring down at the helpless but willing participant in his Barbosa Syndrome experiment. “To initiate the sequence, I’ll need rubber gloves and an anal plug. Fetch those for me Dreg.”
A small, limping, one-armed man hurried to a fierce-looking wall of tools which looked like they were meant for torture in the middle ages. Whoever assembled these took up the modern-day practice of outlining the tools for ease of replacement. Dreg was making his way to an ancient bureau when something caught his eye, stopping him dead in his tracks. Saliva drooled out of the corners of his mouth as he gawked at the fur-lined plastic goat asshole.
“Dreg, must I do everything myself?” asked Belvedere in a resigned tone, making his way towards the bureau and incapacitated one-armed goat-ass gawker. He launched the top of his foot so precisely into the sweet spot of Dreg’s crotch that Dreg’s head launched downward at such a high rate of speed, he was kissing Belvedere’s shin before his own feet left the ground.
Belvedere quickly gathered what he required and made his way back to his subject. He pushed his hands into the gloves and dipped the anal plug into a container of patroleum jelly. He looked down at her and sighed.
The subject of Belvedere’s experiment was a young Asian beauty. She looked to be about five foot two and maybe one hundred and ten pounds dripping wet. She was positioned face down and her hands cuffed and between her legs. Her feet were spread about one foot apart and her hips were propped up by a large pink shag pillow, exposing her anus and freshly-shaved pussy. Her head was turned to the right and her eyes were closed, giving the appearance that she was sleeping.
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Posted by Scott in Stories
Written by our good friend Alex
It was a sweltering mid-summer day. Even the air conditioning on the car ride home provided no relief from the heat. I was driving home from a long day at work, daydreaming about how tonight would play out. There was going to be a gathering of mutual friends at a local club hosted by my friend, Dd. As she had always been on the wild side, I knew I was in for an unforgettable night. As I pulled into my driveway, I started going over the names of the people she said would be there. Some of them were from online, people I had only heard about. The others I had talked to before. And there was one that I was secretly hoping would be there.
Noticing the time, I ran into the house and headed straight for the bedroom. I needed to hurry if I was going to meet Dd there before everyone else. She had mentioned that she had something to tell me privately. Thinking of what it might be, I giggled while walking over to turn on some music, then left a trail of clothes leading into the shower. I cannot tell you how long I was in there. Every thought was of him, with every touch I wondered how his touch would be. I found myself completely lost in my thoughts, and my hand lost between my thighs. I stopped myself before I could finish, telling myself if this was going to happen tonight, he was going to get everything I had.
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Written By Dd
Arriving at the hotel room late, she rushes in to put away her things before she meets her friends for dinner. Excited about seeing Janice again after a year she hops in the shower.
As she is shaving her legs, her hands sliding across the skin she begins to think about all the people she is going to get to see this week end at the ball. So many she has spoken to for years on line and now she finally gets to meet them all.
Sudsing up her hair, she wonders how well Janice is going to take to so many strangers, specially running around half nude with nasty toys. Hell, how is she going to take to them? She had shared some of her most intense fantasies with these people never expecting to meet them face to face and surely not all at once.
Her heart starts pounding as she slips out of the shower and towels off. Wrapping her hair up and grabbing another big soft white towel to wrap around her she starts going through the dresses she brought with her.
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Posted by Scott in Stories
Written by our good friend Tarot
Since the advent of the Intel P7000 DX2 processor and cheap Sony Micro transmitters able to digitize the human form, not only in 128bit color, but with brainwave and bio feedback as standard, IRC had not been the same.
Peter sat in the feedback pod and thought the virtual keyboard into the air a few feet away. He was not the only one who resorted to this form of computer input, many others of his generation still had problems relating to the direct thought interface. He smiled! “It’s been a while since I logged on”. “Please restate command” said the computer through the biotech implants in his ears, the response reminding him to think “speech” before letting stray thoughts enter his mind.
He looked at the keyboard and thought the command to logon, the keys moved on their own. “Log into the my server and show me my mail” Peter’s mind was racing now multitasking commands with ease, windows appearing in his thoughts, faces speaking messages, and documents displaying text or pictures, his subconscious storing saving and replying without much effort on his part. It was starting to become second nature.
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Written By Dd
I am sitting on my couch watching the rain come down, he calls me and asks if it would be O.K. for him to come by. He arrives a few minutes later. He says he was in the neighborhood when he called and just wanted to talk.
I can’t help to notice how sexy he looks in his button up jeans and white shirt. The black leather trench coat and boots, just round it all off.
Never before had I noticed how dark his eyes were. Why hadn’t I noticed this before? How his long black hair shines in the light. I start to wonder how his lush lips would feel against my own. Why am I having these thoughts now?
We sit on the couch drinking a glass of white wine. Laughing about things in the past, we are so comfortable with each other. Have we always been like this?
He stands holding his glass and walks over to the sliding glass door. I watch him for a moment as he stares out into the rain filled night. I walk over to him and stand beside him and look for what has his interest. I see nothing but the reflection of his dark eyes in the rain splattered glass.
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Written By Dd
Some friends called us and asked if we wanted to come to a big BBQ they were having this week end. We never fail to have a great time with them so of course we accepted.
The day of the BBQ I toss together my fruit surprise dessert and put it in the fridge with a bottle of vodka. While they are chilling I take a nice warm bubble bath and start to get ready. Slowly slipping the razor up my legs I decide to wear something short and skimpy to show off how shapely they are.
Mark, my husband keeps hovering around the bathroom. I can see by the look on his face he is hoping to get a quickie in before the BBQ. Although I enjoy a quickie here and there, I want a good hard fuck. I shoo him away and continue preparing for the afternoon.
Flipping through my closet I decide on this short black slinky sun dress, some strappy heels, and bare legs. I choose a nice silver anklet that just shimmers beautifully against my tan legs. Light pink polish on my toes, I slip into my white g-strings and I am ready to go.
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Written By Dd
She woke up to him stroking her face, his strong rough hands gliding softly across her skin. Her eyes light up when she sees him standing there in his denim shorts, blue and white T-shirt and those damn sexy sun glasses. She stretches, the sheet slipping down to reveal a small part of her breast, her thigh peaking from underneath the sheet.
She huskily whispers good morning as she reaches out to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him down in her warm bed. “How was work?” she asks as she inhales his scent. He slips off his sunglasses and lays them on the nightstand his eyes smile as he looks at her and says “Oh Lovely” his trademark answer.
Giggling she sits up in bed and lights a cigarette while he takes his shoes off and then climbs in next to her. Taking a hit of her cigarette she wonders how long he will be able to stay with her this morning, he reaches down and starts stroking her thigh as in answer to her thought.
His hand sending goose bumps across her flesh, she almost purrs with pleasure. His hand glides so near her sex, but never quite there.
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