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Quad Fucktoy

by xo2222 on May 12, 2020
Fetish

My back is to his chest as I sit on his lap. It's a weird feeling and I'm not talking about being impaled on his dick. That's also new but nothing I didn't anticipate: Some pain from having a ten-inch erection forced up my asshole, excitement and arousal at trying something new, and forbidden, largely underestimated pleasure from massive penetration so close...

A Remote Way Station

by HughMungus1 on Mar 31, 2020
Humor & Satire

"The American oligarchy spares no pains in promoting the belief that it does not exist. But the success of its disappearing act depends on equally strenuous efforts on the part of an American public anxious to believe in egalitarian fictions, and unwilling to see what is hidden in plain sight." ― Michael Lind Numbers Guys: definition: "Teetering on the pr...

A Fatal Change Ch. 01

by viovares on Nov 11, 2019
Fetish

A Fatal Change - Chapter 1: The Interview "You no longer have your hands or your feet. What have been the biggest challenges so far?" Rachel asked with her pen ready to jot down every nuance of her interviewee's answer. "The biggest challenges? No longer being able to play music, which was my whole life. Every hour of every day, I'm wondering if I'm even...

On The Attraction To Amputees

by PaulX35 on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

To many it sounds weird enough to wonder if I tick right. But I’m not crazy, nor incurably deviant. Yet, every time I see a woman with one leg, I’m captured by a gush of strange excitement. The motion of a body with a leg missing is quite simply a mesmerizing sight for me. So much, that I even find it attractive to see a man with one leg, even when I conside...

Negotiable Companionship Ch. 03

by OddLittleDesires on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

It was just getting late enough to be early again, and the dressing room was starting to become almost crowded. The atmosphere was one of tired relaxation, and the air was cloudy with smoke and deodorant. Water was running in the adjacent shower room. Rachel leaned back in her wheelchair, and happily accepted the cold bottle of beer. There was glitter on her...

Home Again

by PeggyBuxton on Mar 6, 2018
Fetish

The senior year at the university was over at last. Tom had already broken up with Carrie. She was his mother's age and married. It wouldn't have lasted no matter how good the sex was. There had been two others before her, both similar ages, both married. He was handsome and could have had his pick of beautiful coeds. They never seemed to offer the same exci...

Dan

by PeggyBuxton on Nov 27, 2017
Fetish

I sat alone at the bar with my hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey covered in condensation. It had been a long day with no one to come home to. Della had run off with another man and I was in no mood too find someone else, not yet. "Dan, ole buddy," Jackson said, slapping me on the back, and taking the stool next to mine. "Hey, what's up?" "Not my dick...

Folding Newspapers

by PeggyBuxton on Nov 26, 2017
Fetish

The summer between my second and third years at the university I lived at home and delivered newspapers on the outskirts of the large city of Overbrook. It was hard work getting up at three despite the weather. We all gathered at an all night grocery to fold the papers and load our cars. Every morning it was the same routine. Occasionally the truck that brou...

Amputee Dancer

by PeggyBuxton on May 23, 2018
Fetish

Marcy danced part-time at the Brass Pole, a gentleman's club on High Street. It was a clean place where men and women would tip well without expecting favors. There had been a few serious boyfriends, but none lasted so she lived alone more than with anyone. Now in her late thirties it was troublesome. Every breakup hurt just a little more. "Want to get a d...

Amputee Dancer Ch. 02

by PeggyBuxton on Jun 5, 2018
Fetish

Marcy held onto the brass pole like she was making love to it, moving and gyrating about. She was auditioning for Candice, the new owner of the Brass Pole, a gentleman's club. Marcy had worked there for several years, but that was before her left leg was amputated at the hip a few months ago. In the nude, there was no doubt about that or the way her roll of...