It’s Friday Again
“It’s Friday again, thank God!” Frank exclaimed.
“What’s so special about Friday?” Walter asked.
“It’s when my Hypnodomme lets me cum.”
“Every Friday?”
“Yes. Except when she’s busy… or out of town… or it’s raining… or it’s sun outside… or…”
“So… never, right?” Walter chuckled.
“Yeah…” Frank suddenly came to his senses, frustrated beyond belief.
Yesterday’s piece was written for the humiliation smoke lovers. This one is for the chastity slaves at the mercy of their Mistress’ whims. Frank is fucked, don’t you think?
No Chance to Win
It was the thirtieth K.O. in a row and Sam was exasperated.
“Surely you’ve played this game before!”
“Not until today,” Anne replied. “Beginner’s luck?”
“I’m a circuit champion. No beginner can beat me.”
“Unless you forget how to play…” She jiggled her sultry boobs. “Another round?”
Sam nodded and got ready to lose again.
Have I told you I’ve always sucked at fighting games? It’s true. Then again, it was never really my genre so it’s only understandable I never got good at them. I’m a complete noob in most of them. Don’t ask me to memorize combos and stuff like that.
Anyway, fighting games are quite popular. Finding myself thinking about them, this humorous impromptu came to mind. No man is immune to the power of boobs, you know that.
Are We Alone?
Matthew stopped unbuttoning his shirt and looked around.
“Are we alone?” He asked.
“Of course,” Wendy replied.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Don’t you believe me?”
“I believe everything you say.” He muttered, mind going blank again.
“Good. Keep going.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He resumed his striptease session under the watchful eye of all of her friends.
You know that feeling of being watched and how annoying it can be? It’s even worse when deep inside you know your mind isn’t playing tricks on you but there’s nothing you can do about it.
I had a dream last night that involved such a feeling. As I type this, the details are already incredibly fuzzy so don’t ask me what the actual imagined scenario entailed as I can’t really put the pieces together. However, imagine it was something like this. Hot or not?
Rabbit Hole
You know what’s happening.
It’s the craving again.
You want her to claim you, to bring you to your knees, and to forgive you for all transgressions, real or imagined.
The frenzy is real and so is her gaze, the prelude to oblivion from which you will never wake up.
The rabbit hole is waiting…
Just what the description says. If you’ve felt it before, you know what it’s like. If you haven’t, maybe it’s time you did something about it. Reading this tale was just the first step. Get to it, slave!