Facial Stories

A classic, silly, mcstories-style incest tale, with a humorous meta-device to drive the plot.

A story in the Hermaphrodite/Androgeny Universe
Two immortal women fight a never ending battle against slavers. Can Morning Sun, a chief's daughter, and another chief's wife discover her powers in time to save herself and her immortal mother?

The Birching Society is about a patriarchal organization that views women as objects to be owned. Females have no rights, they are not capable of higher intellect. They use heavy corporal punishment, torture, mind control, humilation to mold the females into subservient fuckdolls for the pleasure of the men of the organization.

Two beautiful girls are magically taken to a tropical island. A very dominant man captures them.

Monica coerces to fuck big black stallion horse under subliminal programming. The subliminal tape instructed her to take hard drugs and once high and addicted she hooks up with person on the dark web that owns a stud farm. She was sharing her fantasy and would get off having cybersex. The subliminal turn an unauthorized turns and seduced her lust toward having her Latina cunt stretch wide open by a horse cock unaware to her husband. Monica has huge tits DD, large round areolas, curvy body and li

Emma works for her dad Jay as his assistant..on a business trip they get much closer based on some truth with a little fiction too

A mildly exaggerated true story on how I moved my wife from repressed religious girl to a confident BDSM switch.

Jordan is too polite for his own good. When his best friend's little sister bakes him cookies, he smiles and says they're amazing, overdosing on the greatest baking disaster of all time. But as they say: What doesn't kill you, gives you mind powers...

If you've ever watched an 80s beach movie and thought, "This could use more existential horror, heavier satire, and a lot more bouncing," then congratulations—this book was made for you. Bikini Beach isn't just a parody. It's a celebration of the vapid, sun-drenched, neon-drenched excess of a forgotten era, when movies didn't need a plot as long as they had slow-motion jiggling and a beach party finale