What follows is more, slightly updated, stories from my high school notebook. More assorted kinks, mostly non-vore. And more of the mysterious Miss Hendrix, teacher who launched a hundred demented fantasies. Her name spelling seems to vary, which is probably just as well. There are a LOT more of these. Like thirty of them, in various lengths, showcasing assorted kinks which often linger to this day but occasionally remind me of just how pervy I was back then. And also how impatient I was to get

Tah-Dah–Glitz wiped a bit of sweat off her face. And took a bow. The show had been going great. When both Gary and Glamor had fallen ill before showtime, she'd been a bit nervous about taking over the show. She'd never been a solo act. But against her expectations, things were going exceedingly well. After the initial disappointment of having only one third of the featured act on stage, she'd won the audience back. In part, she suspected, this was due to the saucier than average act she wa

Bad Social DistancingThey'd been locked up together for the last few weeks. There wasn't anything strange about that, these days. Lots of people were locked up together. But they were roommates in an apartment that really wasn't meant for more than one person. Until now, things had worked fine because he had the day shift at his job and she had the night shift at hers. Now neither of them had any shift. They were practically on top of each other day in day out, and there was no end in sight.Ther

Car rides always made the siblings tired, but plane rides were another thing entirely. All three of them were beaten half to death after their trip to Sweden like they had been strapped to the plane itself and pelted with rocks as they flew. James was sprawled out on the empty chairs next to him, Monica and Ashe were both across from him on their phones, talking amongst themselves. They had landed in Philly, their plane picking up people going to LA. It was a brutal ride, but an empty one. They

Vore
Vignettes: No Buildup, All Release
What
follows are a bunch of scenes I wrote on my phone during stolen
moments. Lots of times I write these and then use them for the sexy
moments of other stories. These are ones that I don’t recall ever
using in other stories. Note my complex naming system when I’m not
sure what stories these will be used for.
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Humping
Legs
“Mmm…”
WOMAN purred. “Friction.”
She’d
straddled MAN’s leg, rubbing herself in long, slow strokes. She
arched her

Gale
grumbled under her breath. She could feel the stress of the day as a
pressure between her shoulders. Work had been a serious slog lately,
and it was beginning to get to her. She was on her way home from work
and, for the first time in too long, she’d not been asked to work
that weekend. That meant she actually had a couple days to recover.
She
stopped at a light and glanced out the window. The city center had
been adding a lot of new stores lately. On this corner alone, there
were two pla

Reduction
By TwrchTwryth
"Look at little Miss High-pockets over there," Liz Mumphrey glowered. Her friends, Sheena Flannagan and Rosalita Sinaloa, looked over to see what she was looking at.  They were in a coffeehouse, enjoying their beverages and pastries, and then their good mood was ruined when that pair of tits walked in.
Well, it was a woman who walked in, but with breasts of that magnitude and visibility, it was hard to notice anything else. She was secondary.
"God, put those away,"

I Spy
By TwrchTwryth
It was already late and Miranda Vollmer was just now able to get started on drafting the Crummey letters for the Moss family.  This was going to take a while still.  She groaned and looked out the window at the beautiful May day.  She wanted to be out there, enjoying the warm weather, going for a run or biking or something rather than being stuck in the office.
But Miranda was the most junior associate at Wozniak, Johnson, and Rhodes, an accounting firm t

She toweled herself off. As usual, her roommate had used up most of the hot water, so the tail end of the shower had been a bracingly cold affair. As she reached for her robe, she noticed something odd on the floor.
 
 
"What the…"
 
 
It was a bottle. There was nothing particularly strange about the bottle itself. It was simply one of those big glass gallon jugs. The sort you might get fancy cider in. What made it strange was that it was in the bathroom. The

Maxine
strutted down the hallway of her apartment building. In most places,
she got an awful lot of looks from the general public. Half of the
looks were leering and ogling stares from men with low impulse
control and bad manners. Not to toot her own horn, but she did have a
pretty dynamite bod. Full thighs, a formidable chest. Curvy, as they
would say in the old days. Thicc, in the modern parlance. The others
who stared at her ran the gamut from children to old women. They were
gawking at her c

“Are you ready? This is going to be a little weird.” Laying atop a naked woman was a naked man, his penis erect and aimed perfectly for her dripping vagina. She had a great blush on her face, shying away from the steely blue eyes above her, trying to make eye contact.

She tried to focus on something in the room, but her eyes made contact with the picture on the bedside table, showing two happy people hugging tightly while standing at the top of the Eiffel to

CBT Shorts 3
 
Three short stories, all sharing the theme of casual male genital abuse, destruction, and/or consumption. Fuck Sandwich, Witch VS Peeping Tom, and A Little Extra Spending Money, Part Three.
 
1 - Fuck Sandwich
 
 "I'll have mine fucked, please."
 
 He nodded to the woman, who was apparently mother to the girl sitting across the little table from her, as he set down the sandwiches they had ordered just a few minutes previously.
 
&n

While the girls went to a male prison, the boys left to a women's correctional facility. John eagerly rubbed his cock through his pants on the bus, a squirming bulge underneath that rubbed up against his dick with him. One look around the bus showed other boys all whipping their own penis’ out, some with friends or others alone. Yet, never actually alone. Every boy in this class either had someone dicked already, or had a tiny woman masturbating him like John did.
 
 
He decided

--G
U I L T Y--
Chammy
Scarlet sat, knees locked together, hands planted tightly down over
them, and tense beyond belief.
An
echoing chatter resounded around her, but nothing clear enough to be
heard word for word. She was seated behind a polished wood desk and
feeling more and more anxious by the minute.
"All
rise!" resounded a commanding voice.
Reluctantly,
she stood up. She was clearly in a court of law. She had been dragged
here against her will.
Not
as a witness. Not as part of t

“Oh, baby, Oh
Nicole! Come on, yes, yes, yes!” I pushed into my girlfriend,
grabbing her short purple hair and slamming as hard as I could into
her big, perky, fat ass. I loved it so much, the clinging suction
that just begged me to keep pumping, how could I refuse?
“Ke-keep going, ungh, I’m almost
there!” She screeched moaning loudly, probably enough that my
neighbors could hear, but I didn’t give a shit! If they bring it
up, that’s there problem, but I just lost my goddamn virg

Wendy
walked down the path, scooping chili into her mouth. The summer
breeze blew her skirt around, while people watched her as she walked
past. Her skirt blew up, showing off her freshly waxed waist to
everyone who looked. She pulled a spoon out of her closed, smiling
mouth. She bobbed around and turned when she heard a loud couple of
footsteps behind her.
A
girl was running up the hill, puffing loud enough to be heard halfway
down. The wind gave her skirt a good push. Wendy watched the girl
ru

She
was riding the bus across from me. The bus was kind of packed, but I
was lucky enough to get a seat. I knew it wasn't polite, but I
couldn't take my eyes off her. I'm sure that was at least part
of the reason she dressed the way she did. Her pants were fairly
standard leggings, but her shirt was barely a shirt at all. It was
scandalously tight, and barely came down low enough to cover her
areolas. Almost fully half of her underboob was hanging out,
producing a sort of "lower cleavage&qu

Once
again, a pair of strikingly beautiful interviewers sat behind a desk,
staring across it at a very
thin woman with her hands folded politely in her lap.
“Hello,
ma’am,” said the second interviewer. “I understand you’ve got
a unique vore-type for us today?”
“Um…
Well… I don’t know if it counts as vore…”
the Applicant said.
“We
take a very loose interpretation of the word around here,” the
first interviewer said. “Do you have a talent you’d like to show
us?”
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Annette,
a bright and attractive young woman between the spring and summer
semesters at the local university, was wiling the way the afternoon
visiting with her old friend Bea. They were both quite attractive,
though while Annette had gone the academic route, Bea had chosen to
follow in the family business. Despite this, they tried to remain in
touch, and when it came down between Annette heading back home to
stay with her parents during the hiatus or sticking around in town,
she decided spendin