Models: Nicole Aniston and Spencer Scott This is a collaborative piece written with the help of the wonderful EternalsTG – head over to Eternals’ blog to read this story from Victoria’s perspective! In the master bedroom of the de Rouge manor – a place only the most privileged men and women were ever lucky enough to see – an unusual fashion show was unfolding. An ostentatiously patterned duvet served as
Models: Ariana Marie and Chanel Preston George shrieked as his ex-wife’s hand struck his bare ass hard again. Sharp pain flared through his ass, his cheeks throbbing, and he struggled in vain to escape. ‘Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’ll behave from now on. I’m sorry, I–’ George’s begging was cut off when another stinging blow prompted him to scream again. Tina was not listening. ‘You’re sorry? Is
Hurrying through the snowy streets, Cody was careful not to veer too close to the road just in case a passing car sprayed him with the icy brown slush lining the curbs. Already late, the last thing he wanted to do was show up at Club Fantasy with his smart outfit soiled given that everyone else there would no doubt look like absolute royalty. At the very least, after spending
‘Wait, what do you mean I’m going to become a goddess?’ Darren pressed, his mind whirring. ‘I’m an Original. It’s forbidden – it’s impossible. You heard Madame Shatter, my mind isn’t capable of dealing with the sensation of goddesshood. It would send me insane.’ Having left the horny sissy and her unlucky lover in their room, he and Goddess Lash were now working their way through the manor corridors once
‘Oh my God, they’re so real,’ Casey marvelled, stroking the soft skin of her husband’s new breasts as she spoke. ‘I mean, you’d never know they weren’t your own, baby. They look amazing, they feel incredible and…’ She paused to run her tongue over one of the pierced nipples. ‘They even taste like real tits. It’s unbelievable!’ Above her, Dominic gave an involuntary groan as his wife’s hot tongue sent
The clatter of ice against glass startled Anne, dragging her back to reality. Glancing down the bar, she spotted one of the bartenders pouring an amber liquid over the ice cubes he’d just emptied into a small whiskey tumbler. In front of him a young woman smiled giddily, watching him add several more measuring cups of various liquids into the glass; whatever the drink was, it certainly wasn’t whiskey, and
Just before dawn, Greed reluctantly left Sofia’s body. The night had been a blur of passion, arousal and carnality, and while Mr. Graves slept soundly beside her she quietly vacated her host, a process far more gentle than the forceful way she had possessed Sofia the night before; when she and her siblings had first been released they had been roiling with fresh energy, but now even she was almost
The first thing Beatrix heard as she strode backstage were the erotic moans of her troupe. She hadn’t been away from them for long – just a few minutes while she tied up all the tent flaps to ensure they wouldn’t be disturbed – but clearly that was all it took for a room full of horny lesbians to succumb to their own arousal. In truth, she had fully expected
Barnabus gave a weary sigh as he eyed the rolls and rolls of unsold tickets stacked atop his desk. He’d known for a long time that his show was on the way out, but somehow the sight of all the unwanted tickets drove it home like a stake to the heart. If he really tried, he could just about remember the good old days – back when a single ticket
The shop was a transformation enthusiast’s heaven. Every shelf and railing and cabinet and display was dedicated to a different kind of deviant product, and when it came to naughty transformations, what the store didn’t sell wasn’t worth talking about. The shelves behind the counter looked like they belonged to a particularly depraved alchemist. Countless vials of vivid pink Elixir stood tall and proud alongside flasks of Formula, the deep
