I paused at my door, tapping my cane onto the ground for confirmation. The small entrance rug was askew. My hand drifted to the light switch, innocently brushing against it like I was trying to maintain balance as I loosened the straps on my shoes. The lights were flipped up and turned on. I tried not to make it obvious I knew someone was here as I carefully arranged my coat, bag, and cane in their assigned places. With a...

Hazel Daisy giggled as she pulled the pillow from my arms. “Hazey Rain, you are always acting so prim and proper. But you don’t need to be shy, not with me. I’ve seen it all before.” I squirmed as her hungry green eyes devoured my small breasts, her hand extending to fondle me in quaking excitement. My skin prickled at the warmth of her flesh so intimately touching mine. “Oh… oh… but… Mmm….” Hundreds of responses came to...

She watched in shocked silence from the cracked door of the rectory. Catherine wasn’t even thinking complete thoughts, just words. Purity. Chastity. Devotion. Virginity. That last rattled around her head the most. She had been engaged to Isaiah for four years, and he still hadn’t set a date. She confessed to the priest how she felt tempted to be touched, how the building longing in her body couldn’t be quieted. To give in...

I had made a promise to pace myself with Lilly. That I would take my time and not overindulge. But if you break a promise to yourself, does it really matter? At least that’s what I told myself as I moaned with satisfaction, my cock pumping a load deep into her warm, wet muff. No roleplay, no buildup. I went home with schoolgirl Lilly’s amazing blowjob on my mind and just got hornier and hornier till I couldn’t stand it. A...

Mistress looked angry. I had arrived when she said to. I had followed all her instructions. My body was shaved bare except for the crown of red hair she allowed me to keep above my cock. She allowed me entry, and I knelt before her as she read. At first, she was quiet. Casting the occasional annoyed glance my way. The annoyance turned to irritation. Then there was a snarl on her lip. And finally, anger. “Mistress, have I...

Betty saw through my lies yesterday, completely picked apart my story like some sort of sexual Sherlock Holmes. If I had gone back today claiming my dry spell continued, she would have known. So I tried a feint. I left Lilly untouched that morning, having only time to explore her home before the coffee shop opened. That turned to my advantage. I was already clocked in when Betty unlocked the door, beelined for me as I was...

Mistress told me to reflect on what I saw and write it down. Then I’m to read it to myself before bed for the next month. Then I am to burn it. The witch’s life wasn’t as glamorous as I had thought it would be. I was taught no spells. Instead, I learned lots about warts, boils, and infections. And plants. And cleaning. So much cleaning, especially when we visit the infirmed and forgotten. There were some interesting lesso...

Boudreau had often found himself with an excess of time to piddle away. Piracy on Mycel wasn’t hard work, but it took patience. Mostly, just waitin’ on a lush bounty without too many guards to float down the river to pluck up. Franky didn’t allow for hookers on her pirate ships. Told em’ to get their whores on the riverboat brothels and leave em’ there. Said a cunt on a boat of horny scoundrels was like a candle in a pile...

Now Mycel is a wild world. It changes more than a fat boy swappin’ out underwear on a muggy day. And over the centuries, the strange spores in the air that mutated the people started workin’ both ways. Latent Earthen DNA began mixin’ with the native flora and fauna. Makin’ creatures sorta like what you know of, but strange and twisted. Some right fucked up critters. And that’s not all that changed; Democracies and despots...

Now, this is a story of steam. But it starts in the stars. Allow me to bring y’all up to speed The history of Mycel began with a blowjob. A pretty damn good one, too. Not to be too much of a downer, but the humans had wrecked their third planet and were once again hoppin’ celestial bodies to start the whole colonize, monetize, pulverize cycle on the oh-so-creatively named Earth 4. Since this was the third such apocalyptic...

Kitten Juniper stood with her arms crossed, shakin’ her head and waitin’ for one of us to say something. Kinda felt like bein’ in trouble with the Principal. We were in Mistress’ office, but June had taken the seat of honor behind the desk. Even Mistress was relegated to one of the cheap foldin’ chairs Juniper put out for payin’ off the talent, smilin’ her fuckin’ face off, waiting for her scolding. Mistress can be a bit...

Kitten The heat wave was welcome considerin’ Mistress pulled me from the party into the dead of the night in nothin’ but a stolen fur coat, my glasses, and cat ears. I didn’t even have shoes. Luckily, I’m a barefoot kind of gal. Despite the fact the evening was pushin’ what I’d call sweltering, Mistress felt nothin’ but cold to me. She hadn’t said a thing, just walkin’ briskly up the trails to the playground nestled deepe...

Red Miss Colette. The name on the bulging file Juniper handed to me before I was shooed off after my show. My wildly fucking successful show that was making everyone money hand over fist, I might add. So I was sent off to service my first of two clients this evening with Wolf’s cum still trickling from my cunt. You know, that fucking file would have been really god damned helpful if I had time to read the humongous thing....

Mistress Kitten. My sweet Kitten. The very reason I draw breath. The sting across my eye from where she raked me across the face, I want to feel it forever. Because it’s the proof my girl has grown strong, she has freed herself from the cruel chains she was forced to wear. I had shown her how, but removing them was something she had to do. I am so proud, and more scared than I would like to admit. For the first time since...

New insurance, new doctor. My wife had been bugging me to get a checkup, worried about how tired and stressed I had been. I kept telling her it’s just that we have a lot going on lately. I had changed careers, and we had both been so busy. She told me, “Honey, you are nearly forty. You shouldn’t be so run-down. Nothing seems to make you happy. You don’t… You don’t even seem interested in me. Please, if you love me, then y...