The living room smelled like microwave popcorn and clashing body sprays. A group of girls lounged on the floor in oversized Baylor University T-shirts and pajama shorts, their Bibles now closed and set aside in favor of gummy worms and whatever rumors hadn’t already made the group chat. This was Charity Hall, the biggest off-campus sorority house built on good, old-fashioned Christian values. A place where God-fearing par...

Chapter 5 – The Claiming “You’ve done well, Katrina,” Papa Cain’s voice rumbled low and reverent. Without warning, his strong hands gripped her hips and lifted her effortlessly from the cold stone floor. She stood trembling in his grasp, knees weak, heart hammering wildly beneath her ribs. Slowly, deliberately, he reached up and untied the silk blindfold. Light flooded her eyes again—harsh and unforgiving. As her vision c...

The Palmer kids had been too peaceful. Normally, Isabella would’ve been grateful. Tonight, though, she needed a distraction. She just graduated from high school and wondered what the future would hold for her as a transgender woman. Now that the kids were in bed, her mind had nowhere else to turn apart from rumination about what lay ahead for her. She hopped onto the plush living room couch and sat back, alone with her th...

When I was 22, I lived with my best friend, Patrick. He was tall, skinny, very attractive, and fit--a long-time swimmer. Me? I was short, a little chubby, and I've always had a really great ass--thick and juicy. We were going through a dry spell, and after another night where we both failed to hook up with any girls, we were sitting on the couch having a couple of beers. "Dude, I'm so horny," Patrick said. "Yeah, me too,"...

Chapter 1: The Invitation I’m Zainab, a 27-year-old woman, carrying a story that has lingered just beneath the surface for too long. Today, I’m sharing it with Bella—the most tantalising secret of my life, one that began when I was 19, in the months leading up to my wedding. Back then, I was the picture of innocence, wrapped tightly in the modest traditions of my upbringing. But beneath those layers, there was a part of m...

Chapter 3 He lubed up his cock, then leaned down and spit directly onto my asshole. I gasped at the suddenness of it—and the sheer filthiness that thrilled me to my core. He slapped my spread, dripping pussy, hard. Shockwaves of pleasure and pain tore through me, and I couldn't believe how much I loved it. I’d never been struck like that before—and never by you. He lined himself up, rubbing the head of his gorgeous dick a...

Chapter 2 – What Have I Created?As my darling, beautiful, innocent, big-titted, cheating wife hummed in the kitchen—casually making dinner like she hadn't just turned my world inside out—I sat in stunned silence. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t broken. If anything… I was intrigued. I watched her move, soft curves swaying under that sundress, her hair still a little damp from a shower she’d taken after a week of being someone els...

Sunday morning, my roommates and I ate breakfast, and I listened to their stories from the party the night before. The major topic was our goalie, Crystal, and the number of boys she pulled a train for. I knew Jess got lucky with at least two boys, but she wasn't discussing it, and I wouldn't bring it up. Pam received a text from our captain, Krista, that there would be a team meeting in her apartment after lunch. The tea...