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Ravaged by Wolf Shapeshifters
I wore a sheer white dress that left me chilly in the late autumn breeze, waiting for Cain and his pack. When the wolves reached me, they slowly circled closer. Heat radiated from their lush coats and warmed my flesh. I dropped to my knees and let the wolves nuzzle their heads into my stomach just beneath my breasts.
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Filthy
Office Visit
Working late, Llyod hears a knock on his office door and answers the door! She looks at him, a gleam in her eyes, she says in a seductress voice, "You going to let me stand out here or are you going to let me in?" She places her finger on his chest, motioning for him to step back, she steps forwards, closing the door behind her locking it! She grabs him by his lapels firmly with both hands, pushing him up against the wall, kissing him passionately before slowly dropping to her knees!
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
Purple Room
Decide early Friday, 15th May 2020 I decided to redecorate my guest room. I sat down the entrance of my guess room on the floor looking around trying to decide what to do with this room. I thought of repainting but that still wasn’t it. I thought about reshuffle the room that still didn’t feel like it was the task on hand.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 4 How many days have I been here now? Three? Five? I have no means of tracking time accurately now, not without light, sound or input. My body is achy and stiff from being restrained, even though the table I am strapped to seems to adjust to many positions. Warm hands massage my body to keep the blood flowing, but I want to move, to simply stretch.
By Evelyn Turner5 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 3 The voices are computer synthesized, never hear a human voice again it said. Always a male voice, so far anyway…. The voice seems to be inside of my head, rather than on the air floating to me. It fills my every waking moment and at times I hate it. My head is always so groggy when I wake up and the world black. They control what I see, or don’t see. How were they able to accomplish this? It can’t be legal! I never wanted this and will somehow figure out how to get out of this situation. Until then, I must endure and see what it is they expect from me.
By Evelyn Turner5 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 5 If I could groan I would.... waking up strapped to the table after it felt so good to have the short freedom... When had tha been? Hours ago? Days ago? I have no way to track time anymore.... My body still ached from the powerful orgasm that rendered me unconcious. My calves throbbed from being forced to walk in the heels that were far too high for my liking.
By Evelyn Turner5 years ago in Filthy
Diary of a Rubber Doll
Day 1 This is my life now, or so they tell me. It didn’t used to be like this…. I used to be normal, beautiful and desired. Now I am a hideous rubber… thing! I hate the mirror. It shows me the most wretched image. They say I am beautiful, perfect and sexy. I just do not see it. I want to escape, get away from here and be normal again. They say that’s impossible. They say what they did to me is permanent. How can that be though? How can I be… THIS… forever???
By Evelyn Turner5 years ago in Filthy
