It was easier if they didn’t wake up
She tried to move slowly. It was easier when they didn't wake up. It was probably bad that she knew that, but if she cared if what she was doing was bad, she would have stopped months ago. Now she was firmly in “in for a penny, in for a pound” territory. The redhead was still sleeping peacefully. She had a name, but it wasn't important. What was important was that she was a redhead. For about a year, she'd been trying to collect two of each

A Sleepover
A sleep over.I hadn’t seen her since college, we were grownups, and yet when we got back in touch the first thing she suggested was “we should do a sleepover. Like old times.” I said yes. Of course I said yes. I’d had a crush on her since high school. I never told her. It would make things weird. But any excuse to spend some time with her was welcome. Of course, if there had been an excuse that didn’t involve sleeping on the floor, that would have been m

Library
Scarlet had been working at the library for about 6 months. She’d gotten the job specifically because of Bob. Bob was a cute, pint-sized guy. Predictably for a library employee, he was quite bookish. He was also shy, chubby, and downright adorable. She had to have him. While other people might take the direct approach and just ask him out, or else take the grand, romantic gesture approach like in the old romantic comedies, she didn’t want him in that way. Though to pull off w

Stream of Consciousness
She slithered through the crowd. It wasn’t easy being a sentient snake in a world mostly peopled by humans. For one thing, you tended to be a lot lower to the ground than most people were looking. Not that something like that was much of a problem for her. As far as anyone else in this world was concerned, she didn’t exist. There was no turning of heads or gasping at the sight of a long, glossy form slithering among them. Not only did they not give her a secon

Sipping [Complete]
We've been dating for years. Long enough we probably would have been married if we had the money. And in that time we've been very adventurous in the bedroom. We've done so many freaky things it was a bit glaring that she'd never given me a blowjob. It was a very basic act, but not only has she failed to suck my cock, she actively avoided it. I've given up on it. There are better options after all. But today she is drinking, something else she seldom does. So we are a little t

I wasn't sure if I wanted to attend my high school reunion. Unlike a lot of people, I don't look at my high school years through rose-tinted glasses. We were a bunch of unfinished developing minds driven close to madness by the near-toxic levels of hormones in our system. We broke each other up into clicks and tribes and acted like the pettiest things were life or death. But, well, I had nothing else to do that night. It wasn't like I had a date or anything.
To my chagrin, most of the people the

In Debbie’s position, most people would have felt anxious, excited jitters about what was coming next. After all, she’d hopped on an already shady dating app called “Fantasy Fix-Ups” which purported to be a site that fixed you up with literal fantasy creatures, then scrolled to the “date at your own risk” section nicknamed “the dregs.” If any of this was even remotely close to what was advertised, she was about to have a unique, and potentially dan

Sharona blearily opened her eyes. It took a few moments for her to remember where she was. This wasn’t her home. She was in some sort of a doctor’s office. Slowly she remembered that she’d gone to an experimental physician recommended online for people with eating disorders. She’d shown up with a simple request. “I’d like a better diet.” They assured her they would be able to help her out.

Everything since then was a bit hazy. Sh

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MistletoeIt was the company holiday party. I never really knew how to deal with situations like this. Who’s idea was it to put a bunch of co-workers together in a place with alcohol? It’s like they wanted people to hook up. And workplace romances never seemed to work out.I grumbled and sipped at my eggnog. I hadn’t realized it had bourbon in it. I was already getting that weird, rosy burn in my cheeks from the booze. I really wasn’t a drinker. I lingered in a doorway way off in the back

She leaned back in the sauna, eyes shut, drinking in the warmth. At first, she’d been a little hesitant to try this place. It was a unisex steam room, and the rules required all people who used it to be nude. She was always a little sensitive about her body. When she was younger, she had a dynamite bod and she knew it, but as she slid into her thirties she’d softened a bit. That was nice for rounding out her boobs (they were the least impressive part of her youthful build) but she had more o

The hydra sat anxiously in the waiting room. Ever since coming to the human world, she’d been doing her very best to fit in. It wasn’t easy. It turned out, the world wasn’t really set up for intelligent creatures that weren’t roughly the size and shape of a human. The size could have been more of an issue. She was very very small by hydra standards. She only had four heads at the moment, and she wasn’t even the size of a horse. But she was still quadrupal, and she still had big long ne

Nancy glanced over her shoulder as she approached the approached the listed address. The whole thing felt a little like a setup, like she was going to enter the storefront and it was going to be a hidden camera show or something embarrassing like that. But the ad had been so enticing. Revolutionary body enhancement. Once in a lifetime discount price. And the line that convinced her to give the place a try. “Plus sized girls welcome.”Nancy was not a small woman. She was over six feet tall, bu

She was daydreaming again. She’d been catching herself doing that a lot lately. It’s just that the days were so boring. You’d think she would have figured that out by how every book, every movie, and every TV show depicts an office job as the most horrifically boring and unpleasant drudgery one could imagine. But hey, what do you know, now that she had an office job it was all that and more. Or less, she supposed, because ever since the pandemic, she’d been one of only four people who ev

The camera faded on and slowly auto-focused. A single figure was seated in front of a black background. A table was in front of her, and now and then the blurry shoulder or ear of someone facing her on the other side of the table would tease into the edge of the shot. The figure was an anthro cat, but not a normal one. She looked hyper sexualized. Eyes half-lidded with deep purple eyeshadow. Lips full and pouty. Thick, lustrous red hair hung down in front of her face, obscuring one eye before sw

He sat awkwardly on the couch, waiting for his date to be ready. This whole thing felt decidely “high school” despite the fact he and his girlfriend were both in college. But they were between semesters, and she was home with her parents, so when he’d said he was coming to pick her up for a date, her mother insisted on meeting him and getting to know him while she was getting ready. And his girlfriend was taking her sweet time about it.

Diane strolled down the street, gazing up at the various storefronts. She'd never been in this part of town before. It was right at the border of the commercial and industrial parts of town, where the buildings got bigger and less inviting. Most of these stores had swept in to replace the little factories and workshops that used to be here, so they were a little too big and a little too utilitarian for the average consumer. Finally she found the place her friend had recommended.“Beauty In A Bo

No Personal SpaceHe stepped into the steamy shower and let the hot water pour over him. This was his first week in the new apartment with the new roommates, and he’d not quite gotten used to how small the shower was. He was barely able turn around in the booth without bumping his shoulders. But really, the part of the apartment that would take the most getting used to was Mona, the “big earner” of the group. She paid three quarters of the rent despite the fact there were four roommates

Debbie muttered under her breath as she picked up the new vacuum cleaner. Her office had been making assorted cuts to "non-essential" positions, and evidently the janitorial staff was the latest casualty. Rather than pay for folks to clean up when everyone went home, the last one out was supposed to "tidy up." The primary effect had been that people started leaving 10 minutes early to avoid being the last one out. That's certainly what Debbie had been doing. But a late call delayed her and now s

Leslie yawned and gazed out the car window. This was her last gig of the week, and she was looking forward to the time off. It was always a little bit of a gamble going to gigs like these. Heck, who was she kidding. It was always a BIG gamble. But the money was good, and she had plans for if and when things went wrong. Though something told her this was going to be a particularly rough night.The car was taking her into a swanky part of town. Big houses. Huge lawns. People of means. It meant good

“That’s
not the way these things usually go,” she muttered to herself.
“What’s
going on?” asked her lab assistant.
“Here,
take a look,” she said.
Doctor
Appleton—Sara, to her friends—slid her chair aside to allow her
assistant Lulu Brant to look over the screen. They’d been working
together for close to two years, ever since Lulu had started work on
her PHD. As she’d only acquired her doctorate a few months before
that, Sara was lucky to earn herself a full-time grad stud

Tria
leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. The motion was
accompanied by a satisfying creak of latex. She allowed a the
subtlest of grins to cross her lips. She was a dominatrix, or at
least she was aspiring to be one. That meant a handful of things. It
meant head to toe black latex was basically a uniform. She’d topped
hers with a red corset. In a bit of a maverick bit of accessorizing,
she’d opted for combat boots rather than the traditional stiletto
heels. She adored the way the

“Wow!
This place is super cheap!”
The
three friends were looking for ways to get across Europe for their
semester abroad, but they didn’t really have much money to work
with. Their intended trip involved at least a dozen bus trips from
place to place. They’d already found a bunch of hostels which fit
their budget, but there was effectively nothing
left to pay for the journey. They dug through assorted options, but
finally they found one being advertised in a shady newspaper that
cost a 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

“Okay,
everyone! Places! Places! We’re burning daylight.”
A
high-end suburban home had been converted into a studio of sorts.
Light stands filled the posh living room with a daylight balanced
glow. Paper over the windows diffused the sunlight, and also kept the
neighbors from calling the police, as the exact nature of the shoot
they had planned that afternoon was made clear by the wardrobe.
“How
is the oil really necessary?” moped one of the three ladies on set,
all of whom were nude.

She
marched through the department store, trying not to look suspicious.
It was a little difficult, as she was the textbook example of a
would-be shoplifter. She was a bit plump for her height, which would
excuse her for wearing clothes that were a little baggy or billowy.
But both her sweat pants and sweat shirt were at least three sized
too large. Just the right size to be stuffed full of ill-gotten
gains. It didn’t help that shoplifting was precisely what she was
planning.
It
was supposed t

It was
a lazy Sunday. She was waiting for her boyfriend to come by. They
didn't really have any plans, just hanging out at her place. That was
her favorite way to spend a Saturday. For one thing, it meant she
could just lounge around in her pajamas. But he was
taking forever. She
sighed and slouched on the couch, trying to figure out something to
keep herself busy.She tugged up her shirt a little and
scratched her belly. In doing so, she noticed her belly button. He
remembered when she

Tanya
tried her very best to look like she belonged. Something told her she
wasn't doing a very good job. This was her first dinner party, and
based upon the outfits of those around her, her personal income was
something like one tenth what the next wealthiest person made. A
friend of hers, Lia, had invited her. The much better-off business
associate insisted that it would be a fantastic networking
opportunity. So she'd picked her most professional and elegant
evening gown, did her makeup just r

He
wiped the sweat from the afternoon jog from his forehead and trotted
toward the butcher shop. Several long hours of exercise—a whole
week’s worth, since he wouldn’t get another chance until the
following weekend—had left him ravenous. Some nice lean chicken,
something thin that would grill up quick, was just what the doctor
ordered. Protein to help build some muscle.
As
he turned the corner, he found a curious sight. A woman was standing
in front of the shop, picket sign in hand. The

“Look,
if you want to be the best, you’ve got to be ready to deal with
anything that comes along,” Zetta remarked.
The
lithe young vixen was holding a pistol-shaped device that looked a
bit like a children’s toy. It was stout and round, with a canister
filled with what might have been paint balls. She was addressing Ava,
her partner in crime who was an equally nimble and lean young racoon
woman. They were both in her back yard, where tall fences kept them
from prying eyes.
“I
know, but

Selma
froze as she looked at what was laying in her bed. She lived alone.
She lived painfully alone. Most days she expected to come home from
her job exhausted and flop into her bed. It was almost perfectly
pathetic that the bed was a Murphy bed, the sort that folds up into
the wall and out of the way because your apartment is so laughably
small. But today that bed was not empty. Today that bed was occupied
by what might have been the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. His
clothes were in a

He
pressed his hand against the cool glass of the jar. He couldn't see a
clock from where she'd set it when she left, but judging by the angle
of the sun as it cast its rays on the floor, it was late afternoon.
She'd be home soon.
He
stood up straight and buzzed his wings a little. He could usually
tell how his night was going to go pretty quickly. Heck, the sound of
the key in the door was usually good enough to let him know if it was
going to be rough. But it always helped to have a positive a

“This
is all your fault, you know,” muttered a woman in a bizarre pink
leotard.
She
was called the Silk Stalker, and her first bout of crimefighting was
turning out to be less than triumphant. In her defense, she may have
been a little overambitious, as she’d set her sights upon the
premier mastermind in town, a fellow with an incomprehensible accent,
a German name she’d never bothered to learn to pronounce, and a
monocle.
A
clash with about forty henchmen, some loops of strong rope, and

"I
should have known to ask if they had beds for all of us..."
Agatha muttered as she tried to navigate the crowded floor.
Her
sorority had invited her on one of their "cottage overnights."
They were supposed to be a lot of fun, and this one certainly was,
but now that everyone had had their fun, there was the issue of
sleeping arrangements. Eight girls, two beds. Rather than doubling up
or anything kinky like that, the two senior-most sisters got the beds
and everyone else w

"Um..."
she said, watching the machine slowly revolve. "Help?"
She'd
been working in the taffy shop for most of the summer, and it was a
profoundly monotonous job. It was just a pair of forks rotating
through each other, stretching and mixing the taffy together. It was
worse that she'd inherited the job of showing up long before anyone
else came in, to get the morning's taffy started before the tourists
showed up. She was always tired, but apparently today she was more
tired

The
three of them were in a hotel room. The heat was turned up, the
lights turned down. Two women and a man, sweating. It had taken
months of searching the right forums to make tonight happen. She
could hardly wait.
She
sat in the room’s one chair while her boyfriend carefully slid the
sheer nightie from the shoulders of the other girl. The young woman,
barely nineteen, was a stranger, but an adventurous one. And a
willing one. While she watched, her man caressed the freshly nude
woman. His to

Cheryl
stepped off the elevator. She’d had her doubts about this place
even before she got a look at it. Though she was still a magnificent
specimen of female beauty, the bar for modeling had gotten awfully
high, at least in this town. It was getting harder and harder to get
a modeling gig. Now it had been over five months since she’d gotten
a job, and she was beginning to get desperate. That’s when an
unsolicited letter arrived in her mailbox. It promised her a
guaranteed place on the cat

She
breathed a delighted sigh as the stress of the day eased out of her.
She did so love a good massage. The room was nice and warm, and her
curves glistened with a coating of oil as the masseuse’s strong
hands rubbed their way down her back. She grinned as the younger
woman giving the massage tentatively, experimentally, squeezed and
kneaded at her plump bottom, waiting to see if that area was off
limits. Of course it wasn’t. When no scolding came, the masseuse
more thoroughly worked at her

The
elevator seemed to be taking forever. It was finally friday, and she
was desperately looking for some time off so she could relax. The
doors slid open and she stepped inside. There was no one else riding
at the moment. That was fine with her. Normally she was reasonably
friendly--if a little shy--but right now she was in no mood for small
talk. She glanced aside, to the mirrored wall of the elevator, and
instantly regretted it. Zoe was a plump girl. Pleasantly plump, as
her (much more fit) g

Ronald
lay back and reveled in the sensation as the most glorious figure
he'd ever set eyes upon writhed and squirmed atop him. She was Vrisk,
and her name was perhaps the least exotic thing about her. Her skin
was dusky and flawless, she was almond eyed, and her hair was in a
long, meticulous braid. And her body. Oh lord, her body. Lean and
lithe, so nimble and supple. Her hips, round and full, her breasts,
pert and firm. Even the little things, the things one so often
ignores when listing the

He
knocked at the door and glanced at his watch. It was a new record.
Six minutes after being ordered, he had arrived.
He'd
been a little curious when he signed up for the new app, but it
seemed like a great way to make money and have a little fun. Shortly
after the rise of Uber and Lyft, what at first he assumed were scam
copycats arose. They were Youber and Gyft. Both, in short, allowed
you to rent yourself to others to do with as they chose for a
predetermined amount of time. The Youber end w

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

You
come home, the stress of the day still tying you in knots. After
dropping your things and throwing away the remnants of the takeout
dinner you grabbed on the way home, you wander gratefully toward your
bedroom. As you reach the foot of the stairs, you see her there. Your
wife. She is asleep on the couch, and you just know that she is there
because she was waiting for you.
Your
heart melts at the thought of her sitting there, eagerly waiting for
you. You tip toe up and make ready to nudge her

It
was one of those things you hear about on TV or in the movies, but
you never hear about it in real life. When you cut a hole in the
bottom of a bucket of popcorn, stick your member through it, and wait
until your lady friend discovers it. Frankly, he didn’t know
exactly what the goal of such a thing was, but considering it was his
third date with this girl, and she’d yet to show much interest in
anything but the money he was willing to spend on her, at this point
he was willing to try any

"She
hadda boob job, I tol'ya!" hollered a clearly inebriated young
woman.
She
was extremely out of place in the establishment. It was what many
would call a "Gentleman's Club," and many more would call a
"strip club", though this particular one was on the higher
end of the quality (and thus price) spectrum. The woman on stage at
the moment, for example, aside from being utterly stunning, had
twenties sticking out of her garter, rather than singles.
"Why
did yo

Don
fiddled with his keys. He’d been away on business for almost a
week, and he missed his wife terribly, so he was thrilled that he’d
gotten permission to leave a few days early. He’d considered
calling her to let her know, but he decided picking up some flowers
and a nice box of chocolates to surprise her would be a nice thing to
do.
It
was strange that the door was locked. Maybe she was out shopping? No,
the car was in the drive way. She never
locked the door when she was home. He shrug

"Wow!
This place is really high tech!" Deacon remarked, poking his
head into her his girlfriend Melanie's bathroom.
"Yeah!
It's the latest in tiny living. This compacts all of the amenities of
a full bath into a half bath!" she said. "That's why the
bedrooms are so big, even though this is an apartment. It's why you
were able to move in even though I already had a roommate."
He
glanced at the walls of the bathroom. They were like something out of
a star ship, all br