Kitten God damn, I felt fuckable. Mistress’ tailor had gone all out on my costume. I bounced around and skipped along to see how it felt. Frickin’ adorable! It was a shame that it wasn’t gonna survive the night. Not if my Big Bad Wolf performed how I wanted anyway. “Anxious, Kitten?” Mistress was fiddling with my basket, not in a fun way, like the prop that went with my costume. The unassuming picnic basket was important....

The Wolf ‘Saturday, 11:00 PM. The Bench.’ There was no way I could make it. It was ridiculous to even consider it. I stared at the thumb drive in my palm knowing full well I could never go. After all, it was my fifth anniversary. I already had plans with my fiancée. There’s no way I could sneak away to cheat on Red. It was wrong on every level. That’s exactly what I was telling myself as I double-checked my headphones and...

‘Someone might be in trouble,’ I lied to myself. ‘Better check it out and make sure everyone’s safe.’ Had I been legitimately concerned about the strange noises coming from the depths of Pussycat Park, I would have called the police. The primal part of me knew the faint sounds of moans and the occasional muffled scream were not the noises made by someone who needed help. Yet I convinced myself that following the siren cal...

“How do I look?” Jen leaned in and my heart skipped. Even bloodshot, her green eyes made my knees tremble. She brought her cigarette to her mouth and sucked in the flame of my match. The tobacco burned and the paper turned black as her bobbed, raven hair. I shivered as a wintry gust extinguished the match. “Good,” I responded before thinking. It was the truth though, I had been infatuated with her since she became best fr...

‘Sage’ smiled proudly as Maxwell shot his sixth load of the evening across her back. She felt the hot mess all the way up to the back of her neck, an impressive distance at this juncture. Her fingers danced about her clit, prolonging her satisfaction. He dropped to his elbows and rested his body, pressed her against the desk. Red panted, his shaky breath on the back of her neck. “God, I never cum like that with my wife.”...

“Fuck, please! I need it!” Sage had been dripping wet. Her cheeks flushed and her damp hair hung down over her face. She leaned her forehead against the tile and used both hands to coerce something more than the pittance of an orgasm that had disappointingly come and gone with little fanfare. “No, no, no… please… Don’t be done already! Don’t… fuck!” She tried for another minute using her fingers and the small bullet vibra...

“Now, what’s a sexy man like you doing in a boring place like this?” Adam stared at the direct message as he sat at his dining room table. The annual earnings report was always so terribly boring, and being forced to sit through it with the camera turned on had made it even worse. The jarring message had awoken him from his slack-jawed haze. There were so many people it was difficult to locate R.Fletcher. He typed back, “...

“Oh, fuck! You know what I like,” Sage Silver cooed in delight. One hand cupped her full breast as another slid down her panties. She clenched her large brown eyes tight and focused on the sensation. “Oh, Lucy!” She squealed in whispered delight. “Oh… fuck. Lucy, yes!” The finger in her cunt plunged deeper and she met it with enthusiastic grinding. The hand on her breast squeezed tighter as a thumb circled her pert nipple...

The young man stood on a hill, proudly surveying the vast forest that lay before him. He had spent all his inheritance and was sure it was an investment that would pay off. The land had traded hands often yet no one had made the move to clear it. He was lucky to have gotten such a deal. The acres of old growth before him were prime for harvesting, he was already in talks with multiple developers. His mind raced with how h...

Moira ran her chipped red nails through her raven-colored hair and clenched her deep-set eyes. The brightening room offered her no quarter from the light of the rising sun. The throbbing, stabbing pain was the final payment for a night of revelry and cheap booze. Throwing the heavy duvet over her head she hid from the hangover and hoped the churning in her stomach wouldn’t grow. She didn’t want to start another morning cl...

If I had known her name, I would have moaned it. The sloppy, wet noise as she worked her mouth in ways I never knew possible made me grow stiffer. My knees shook. By the dim candlelight of the carved pumpkin, I watched her round ass bounce as she sucked me harder and faster. She was certainly enjoying herself. There was no slowing it down. I spilled out everything into her as that clever tongue coaxed out my last drops. S...

Triple trouble, whips, and chains, Pass her round, fuck out her brains! Every witch must take three turns, Give this sister what she yearns. Thrice with each she must be made to cum, Screaming, shaking, she must succumb. Use her cunt as a `cauldron’s brew, Magic, pain, and pleasure too! Round sweet ass like a pumpkin, Ripe for the Satan’s dick to get sunk in. Show her the ways of lustful crones, Draw out her pleading, gra...

“Do you have it or not? I’m tired of your excuses?” Eric drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, his dark eyes widened as he stared down at Carmen. He looked ready to tear her apart if she couldn’t make this payment, like a shark circling bleeding prey. Once again, she counted her money. Carmen was hoping against hope that somehow the last three counts were off. It didn’t take long, she was close to a thousand short...

Dear Sir or Madam (though likely Sir), I am writing this letter to the management of Fuckboi Productz, a subsidiary of Thrust Inc, a subsidiary of Nasty Players, a subsidiary of Gran’s Old Fashioned Homeopathy. Hello, my name is Tonya [redacted] and I am contacting you with demands for compensation for the damages and distress caused by the use of your product, ‘Whoremungandr’s Sexual Enhancement Supplement’. As counterin...

I met her on Christmas day, hours after I had been run out of the church. I don’t remember how I found her home, it’s not the sort of place you find when you look for it. I was eight at the time and knew very little of the world or the people in it. So when I found that broken-down hovel with bones scattered around I didn’t think to be afraid. All I saw was the dark plumes pouring out the top and knew it had to be warm. “...