As you know, I design sex toys for both men and women. In designing any kind of product, you need to do some research and while working on the design of a toy, I found some interesting stuff about subliminal messages in marketing. Advertisements had always used some sort of subliminal messaging to connect you […]
I woke up in my bed with Trevor next to me. I went to the bathroom. I wiped myself and cum was still dripping out of me. I drained that puppies man sized sac. I shook inside and was feeling very guilty. Obviously because Trevor is a dog, then I thought I wasn’t worthy […]
He was on business in South Africa sitting in his hotel afraid to go out with all the violent he had heard about in the country. Being a white male in a country mostly of black men made him fear for his life. Ron walked down to the front desk and ask
I sat in the limo with a man who wanted to give me a ride. My navy blue skirt rode above my knee exposing my smooth soft legs. My blouse was a sheer white front button with a off the shoulder that showed my bra straps. My hair is long dark brown done
It was quite by accident that I came, heh, across Pixie. I was scouring the youvids.com for any hypnosis clips I could find. I’d been curious about the idea of using self-hypnosis to heighten my senses when making love and frankly my current partner
Mistress Nicole Coffin loved her femmebot harem, or, as she often fondly referred to it, her “doll collection.” She had accumulated eight of them: Lea, Snow, Adia, Tabitha, Diamond, Lola, Ivy, and her favorite, Galatea.
Unlike most Mistres
I had been emailing a girl named Clara for about a month. We decided to meet. I arrived at her house on time. She met me at the door with a nice wet kiss. She told me that there is more of those kisses and sex if I would abide by the rules we discuss
Not to mention the two weeks, her husband was out of town, would be perfect if she just dared to invite him in. She had a vision of relieving the heat with a cold shower, and more importantly, Kuntal fucking her against the wall as the water cooled t
My name is Mark and I am eighteen years old, and I am home for summer from University. I have for as long as I can remember I have had this special ability. I have the uncanny ability to get inside of peoples minds and make them do whatever I want
Jacob followed Mandy inside of her home like an obedient dog. He stared at her heart-shaped ass as she walked, it swayed left and right and the only thing he could think about was screwing her brains out. Her home was a two-story house in the suburbs
Mark got off work late on Friday. He was supposed to get off at 6pm but had to stay till 8pm. It wasn’t because he wanted to. It was because of the ineptitude of his employees. They could never seem to get their work done on time so he had to s
Dennis thought that the day was going to be
like all the other days, but as usual he was wrong.
After firing up the computer and logging on, he read
MzDominica’s blog. “giggle” It was so well crafted
that it captured his mind in
Sitting on the stage, with the audience watching and the hypnotist droving on about boundries and the barriers of the mind, Mandy decided that tonight was definately a night she should have left the phone off the hook. Her best friend Lucy, now sitti
Mike Hiwatari was a handsome young man of only twenty-two years. He was young, but he had plenty of experience with women. With dark brown hair and ice blue eyes and a penis twelve inches long, he was wanted by many women back in high school. Now he
The Layover part 1
He shifted in his seat uncomfortably as the turbulance yet again rattled the structure of the 747 comercial airliner. He was fully tired of all the travelling, but it could not be helped as long
Miranda leaned back in her office chair and let her hand work its way up under her skirt. She moaned as her fingers found their way between the folds of her pussy lips and all the while while she was fingering herself, Miranda couldn’t help but think
“I got fired today.” Those were the words Miranda heard when she returned to her office.
“Did you now,” Miranda asked warily as she looked at the woman sitting behind her desk. At one time, Helen Mumphries had been a rival but now she was a no
Miranda knew it was dangerous, especially after what had happened at the Christmas party, but she found the sight of the old man’s trophy wife so deliciously tantalizing. If she could have a piece of her, she would.
Miranda knew that Tiffany D
Miranda hated Christmas parties because everything was just so fake. There were those who were trying to be nice and even those who genuinely were but those were the little people and Miranda didn’t care about that, and then there was always that one