The Farm Stable manager Jane meets with trainee Katey at the barn and together introduce a newly certified female sow to the milking shed. All other sows are hooked up for their standard daily milking as well.
An Archangel, after millennia of fighting against Chaos, is ejected from The Celestial Choir and called before God to be restored. Except this God isn't the All-Father. More the All-Mother and She was just what the Archangel Tamiel needed to vent centuries of rage on.
A mother and son try to cope as they are experimented upon. This story refers to another author's story as a sort of tip of the hat, but reading that story is not necessary to understand this one.
(The genesis of my wife's erotic non-fiction, 'tail' telling foreplay.) This details how we began trading our personal past sexperiences for each other's erotic pleasure.
If only every couple could do this the world would be a better more loving place. Read and maybe give it a try with your significant other. Until we did, there was no way to know what would 'come'of it. You don't need to have been a pornographer or a porn model either.
Catherine Bell, the female star of JAG, finds after the birth of her first baby that she's horny all the time. Working on the JAG set does nothing to help her problem, and one night as she nurses her baby at home, Catherine takes matters into her own hands.
"Tap, tap, tap, tap..." The sound of high heels striking the floor echoed through the corridor of the teaching building, crisp and resonant. As the footsteps drew closer, my heart began to beat faster and faster. I was all too familiar with such an imposing stride. Moments later, a stunningly beautiful woman in a black professional suit and skirt entered the office. She had an exquisite, fair-skinned oval face, with long, dark hair elegantly pinned up at the back...
She woke up chained in paradise—bare, collared, leaking, and wrong. Her name stolen, her limbs unlearning how to walk, her body twisted into something obscene and obedient. In this pastel prison of picket fences and Stepford smiles, she isn't a woman anymore. She's a pet. A fuckpet. And everyone treats her like she was born to crawl, whimper, and serve. But she remembers. She remembers being human. Even if no one else does. Welcome to the neighborhood!