Kinktober Day Three: Ass-Worship
Amir knew of the jealousy that floated around her very presence. She had started as nothing more than a minor deity, a Jackal who had been portrayed in one painting amongst the hundreds of the more well-known gods and goddesses. At first, there was no...
Kinktober Day One: Deep-Throating
**There was something inside of him that always felt like a gaping void -- something inside of him always felt empty.** Simon had always been a bit of a strange kit growing up. When the other kids were sucking carefully on their lollies, giving them...
Kinktober Day Twenty-Five: Transformation
You are absolutely exhausted. You spent the day in your regular routine... but that regular routine was honestly becoming so monotonous and so blase that you were tired just from thinking about it. It was the same, day in and day out. You woke, you...
Kinktober Day Twenty-Four: LapDance
"Of course you knew better. Now, why don't you sit back and enjoy the show?" Vicky's entire body was burning in anticipation of the movements that her lover was sure to give her -- she'd seen the sergal dance before, and the dragoness knew that it...
Kinktober Day Twenty-Nine: Gloryhole
Everything was a blur, and Caroo knew something was wrong the moment he woke up -- it wasn't because he wasn't tucked under warm blankets, and it wasn't because he was standing up instead of laying down. His balls ached something fierce, and when he...
Kinktober Day 23: Scars/Slave-Master/Size Difference
It wasn't often that she enjoyed switching her normal role up -- Mina usually dommed. Perhaps it was simply her large body, or the fact that her physical prowess and massive cock made it easy for her to do; whatever the reason, it was in her...
Kinktober Day Twenty-One: Musk
It was very rare that he made trips to the city, but Sloan could expect much the same reaction. Of course, it was always a little stronger in the summer... and of course, he sometimes had to swap cities, because people would wait for weeks at a time to...
Kinktober Day Twenty: Dirty Talk
The cafe was full of the low hum of conversation and the smell of coffee and baking bread. As long as you weren't trying to pick out any one conversation, it was fairly easy to ignore everything that was going on around you -- it was that kind of...