Sex Toys Stories

Welcome home Garrison Ozymandias Dhorne. Alabama missed its favorite soldier of fortune. Starting over after years of remorse, losing his one true love and abandoning his son, he decided to get his shit together. Nothing came easy except for charisma. OZ was ready to find his new ONE. Master over slave who would die for her deity or live to serve her purpose. Masseuse Jordy Bauer might have dug her nails into her own coffin. Love at first stranglehold! If only her husband agreed.

A story in the The Bimbo App Universe
A young man in Hawaii is given the chance to build the ultimate resort in paradise!

The Mexican landscaper invites me for dinner at his house, with his loving wife, his sweet, beautiful 14-year-old daughter – and him.

Leo has just jumped in power level after his defeat of Sulanga. With a bevy of hot monster girls to create, he's going to be one busy dungeon builder. Which is good, because the world seems quiet. Does Leo finally have a breather to enjoy his life with his harem of naughty monster girls? While he's romping with his new sultry monster girls, King Thanitis is raising an army.

A Tripp's Club Story
This story was started in 2010 and continues to refine 'the Club' world. It's a rather long story but I wanted bring out the details as if the Club really existed. It follows one man's mission to become a guest at the Club and his journey of sexual pleasure with many, many girls. The sex doesn't start for a couple chapters, but when it does it continues non-stop!

In the seventh, and last installment, of Gabriel's fourteenth-year training to be a male whore, Gabriel is sold into an Egyptian brothel only to encounter a lover from the past.

I am the bad brother. My brother is perfect in every way. He's got the perfect life and the perfect wife. I want some of it too.

Green Oaks is an assisted living community. Karla is a new volunteer. What does she find out about herself and her family Volunteering at the center

When Jo spots her Tinder date spiking her drink she decides to turn the tables on the bastard.

As much as the Federation might like us to believe otherwise, the crew of a starship are more or less human, and are prone to the same foibles and sexual urges as the rest of us.