beastiality stories
Tuesday. 2 PM. Hanging laundry like every week. The sun bakes my shoulders through the cotton dress. Sweat beads between my breasts, trapped under the “Best Mom” apron the kids made me. Everything smells like detergent and cut grass and righteous perfection. David’s white work shirts. The kids’ soccer uniforms. My modest church dresses. Each […]
The Craigslist ad: “Art photography – female subjects. Exploring vulnerability through restraint. $500/2 hours. Female photographer. Safe environment.” I needed the money. The house was suburban perfect. She answered – mid-forties, expensive camera, designer clothes. Everything screamed “bored artist with husband’s money.” “You’re perfect,” she said, circling me. “Petite. Delicate. That contrast between innocence and…” […]
Dr. Rebecca Morris wakes at 6:47 AM, thirteen minutes before her alarm. Her cunt throbs with need. The dreams again. Being pinned. Stretched. Bred. Her fingers find wet heat between her legs before she’s fully conscious. No. Stop. But her body doesn’t listen. Two fingers slip inside easily. So wet already. Her other hand finds […]
Sarah pressed her thighs together as she walked, trying to ignore the persistent ache between them. Third time tonight she’d had to stop reading, too distracted by her body’s inappropriate responses to the research material. The fertility tracking app on her phone hadn’t helped. Peak fertility window, it cheerfully informed her. As if she needed […]
Anna stepped out of the car and stretched her arms, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She had spent the past year away at college, and it was weird to be back home. As she grabbed her bags, her mom came out of the front door with a warm smile. ‘Hey kiddo, it’s so […]
Back to 1st Part The following morning, Emiko stirs from a restless sleep, the vivid memories of the previous night still clinging to her. The feeling of the Kaito inside her, the way she begged for release, it all plays out in her mind like a twisted fairy tale. She can’t ignore the anxiety in […]
As the door opens, Emiko’s eyes snap down to the polished floor, her dark hair falling around her like a curtain. She’s dressed in a traditional maid’s uniform, complete with a crisp white apron and a neat, high-collared dress that accentuates her petite frame. “I’ve been waiting for you, master,” she says, her voice barely above a […]