Humiliation Stories

When Ethan refuses the body scanner at JFK, he expects a routine pat-down—not to be pulled behind a closed door by a commanding TSA agent with eyes like sharpened glass. In the hush beyond the terminal’s noise, she inspects him with clinical precision, blurring the line between authority and desire.

Priyanka enjoys cheating on her busy husband, but there are consequences...

She was banished just for being herself. Now she must blend in or be destroyed. So many temptations and she knew she was far too weak to withstand them. Perhaps she should just try to enjoy every minute.

Brandi is the responsible older sister to twins Jack and Jill. At least until she started to show them her massage techniques.

Zoe is fairly normal in almost every respect except for the fact she is obsessively attracted to getting it "A little rough" and has a craving for paddling or spanking of almost every variety. She keeps it pretty much to herself and finds partners in some of the seedier parts of town and in darkened pubs with common working men who will play the game for the opportunity to get some of what they want after she gets what she wants.

1947; a girl's dismembered body was found, placed by the roadside as though she had simply lay down there, her body halved. The police allowed the evidence to be compromised by the hacks who trampled over everything and the murderers were never caught; not by the police anyway. This is the story of what I like to think happened; vengeful women carry out their own investigations and bring those guilty to a justice of their own, one weak link gives up the others; retribution is divinely served.

Sally copies a story from the internet and publishes it, and it becomes a best seller. Life is great until the real author arrives wanting more than just his share of the royalties.

This is a light-hearted sexual romp with a little serious twist at the end. Read the codes! Don't look for any serious content here.

A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
Clarita owes the mountain her seventh daughter’s seventh daughter. Michelle breaks every salt line she finds. Hate becomes hunger, hunger becomes rope and brand and fist. To keep the witch in the walls fed, they pay with blood, welts, hot wax, and shattering squirt under the Mothman’s red eyes. Love here is a debt paid in screams and perfect surrender. The ridge claimed them. They claimed each other harder.