Category: Erotica

I was laying on my bedroom floor, feeling so horny. After a while I revived a message, it was my boyfriend, he told me to get ready, he was going to be here in 20 minutes, being such a little slut, I thought of the perfect idea.

I opened a drawer and got out a mini skirt, then moved down to the bottom drawer and got out a corset, collar, wrist cuffs, tail butt plug and vibe. I shivered with anticipation as I retrieved a g-string from a top drawer. Slowly taking off my clothes, moving my hips, and making myself more giddy. Once I was standing naked, I got to work, first I put on the g-string, followed by the skirt. Next was the part I couldn’t wait for, I pulled my corset onto my body and did the front panel before grabbing the ribbons at the back and cinching it. I let out a soft moan, doing up corsets always did this to me. Read more »

Alex woke up the next morning, their little alarm clock blinking 9am at them. A plate of some dried foods were on a shelf nearby, with a glass of water. They greedily gulped the water down and chewed on the food as they started to wake up more. Their breasts were getting tender and sore again, probably in need of another milking, this morning however they felt their abdomen and it was already bulging a little! Their pussy felt hot and wet already, and was begging already for another orgasm this morning.

They finished their food and left their room, Greg was talking to another sow, patting them on the cheek and smiling as they exchanged words. This sow had short cropped orange/red hair to their scalp, their face and shoulders full of freckles on their pale skin, Alex noted scars on their flat chest leading down past their smooth abdomen to their shaved pussy and muscular legs.

Alex approached as the two finished talking. The freckled person looked at Alex’ belly and smiled at them. “Congratulations! Looks like your first breeding session was successful!” They beamed.

“Yes, congratulations Alex!” Greg said, turning to face both of them. Read more »

Rowland sat alone. The temporary
satisfaction of the moment laying across his stomach, a bitter reminder of his
failure to stand up to his own principles. His friends had laughed at him, when
he tried to explain, why doing this hurt so much. They had scoffed, when he
said he felt used objectified, wrung out like an old dish rag, all by his own
hand. He had tried to explain his deep yearning to satisfy, to bring happiness
to another. He had tried to help them see that lust wasn’t a drive for sex, but
acceptance. They didn’t hear and he couldn’t hope to explain, why he felt dirty
and perverted, raping his own passions and desires.
 He finally looked down at the sticky mess, and
an exasperated sigh escaped his mouth as he tried to figure out how to avoid
getting anything on the ground and get into the shower so he could clean the
broken promises from his skin.
The cold water fell down his back
and across his wings, sliding in rivulets down the plane of his stomach. His
raging mind kept chanting whore, whore, whore, eternal failure. After
some quiet breathing and small tears pressed out through clenched eyes, the
chanting quieted to just a dull pain. Rowland quickly finished up, making sure
he had washed away the scent of his desire.
 

I can feel you. Beneath my skin.

I want you there no matter how debilitating the thrill.

It’s crippling and I’m certain you’ll never know exactly how it feels.

Sometimes words just aren’t enough so I won’t waste the breaths that I desperately need when I’m in your presence, when inhaling is almost too tough.

I can feel you. Beneath my skin. I want you there.

C. Stephens

It was only supposed to be a simple coffee date. Granted I had met him on an anonymous hookup app and knew next to nothing about him. I turned down the road towards my favourite coffee shop, adjusted my sundress and checked my lip-gloss in the rearview mirror. [Read the Rest](https://www.mommystoyshop.com/post/industrial-park-bandit-mf)

Written by ~b.blooms~

It was a house party, your friends had just moved into a big house and were celebrating with quite the rager. Music was loud, booze was flowing, and the atmosphere was surprisingly clublike. You actually couldn’t believe how well the party turned out. You were wearing your “leave little to the imagination” red dress that was downright tantalizing. Your tits were barely remaining covered and you knew just how far you could bend over before your pussy would peak out. You knew you looked good, and everyone else damn well did as well.

His eyes found you from across the room, hard to miss in that dress. The figure, the absolute carefree aura that was illuminating from you, he knew he had to have you before the night was over. He was the “too cool for anyone” at the party type, maybe a little over dressed in his expensive sport coat, and finely tailored pants. Obviously drinking a glass of whiskey on the rocks and mingling with a few others, but not really showing much interest. Your eyes locked, you knew he was trouble, but you couldnt resist. Read more »