Claire Parker Kinky and Ravished

Jasmine stood over me and slowly covered her breasts with her teddy. Then, she reached down below the tub and flipped a switch which caused wheels to descend next to the bear claws on the tub. A hydraulic pump was underneath, and she gave the foot petal a few steps with her heels and the tub lifted effortlessly. She then reached down into the front of her thong and withdrew a vial the color of eggplant. She sprinkled it into the tub, and I tensed. "Oh don't worry, darling, "she said. "This is a dissolvent. In a few minutes that jello will be pure liquid and you can get out of there, although I'm not sure you would want to after that double entendre orgasm you had." She then walked to the back of the tub and began pushing it, and she aimed the tub out the door. I was still encased in the jello and my arms were restrained with the nylon ropes. As we exited the room, we came onto a vast open space. It appeared we were on the 5th or 6th floor of an internal ap

This is a tale of a wife who took advantage of a situation. By releasing her dominant personality and turning her submissive husband into a sissy. All characters in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. No one under the age of 21 engaged in any sexual activity. Whether implicitly or explicitly. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. This is a creative fictional story from the mind of the author. It is not a reflection of the author's sexuality. I do though, try to incorporate real life, as well as, current events. After all, aren't these stories suppose to portray real life? ------------------------------- The storm continued to violently rage outside our windows. It had been this way for the past 2 days. The lightening flashed and the thunder boomed. The whole house would seem to rattle and shake from the force of the thunder. At times, the wind was so strong, that the trees soaked with the rain, would slap

Warning : There is no explicit sex in this story! Sorry. I like BTB stories, but wanted one showing the kind of damage an ordinary working stiff can do when he sets his mind to it. He is not some kind of special forces superman with close friends in the intelligence services and the ability to plant bugs and hidden cameras and break into hotel rooms. Don't get me wrong. I read all of those stories and enjoy them. Some are brilliant. A bit like a James Bond film -- you know he does not exist but you love the story anyway. I just wanted to do something different. I am British and some of the spellings and idioms show this but I have tried to make it generic enough that you can hopefully imagine it to be taking place almost anywhere. This has been sitting on my hard drive for a while as it is the first story I have written since I was at school. If there is enough interest I have started another story from the opposite end of the heat spectrum. ***** "We need to talk" she

Previously on Centaurus: A slime emerges from Flora's pussy and creates absolute utter chaos, at the same time various forces, including the town guard, the church legion, and the innkeeper's guild come to arrest the band. As the people pressed up around her began to leave with the disintegrating crowd Fey managed to reach down with her hooves and touch at the cobble. Of course, being trapped atop the cum inflated body of an otterkin made this a tad tricky. She actually had to sway herself forward, riding atop the sloshing smooth skinned balloon of cum. A muffled moaning came from beneath her as she drove herself forward, getting louder with each swing. At last she managed to get her hooves fully on the cobble with a clip clop and went about the difficult manoeuvre of removing herself from Lily. This involved swinging her hips to side until her own weight caused her to slide off. Her still hard cock came free brutally, ripping from the otterkin's muff at an extreme angle,