Journey’s End is a male sexual treament center located somewhere in Brazil.  The owners and operators of the facility are a group of very wealthy women who live out their most base sexual fantasies, while also conducting legitimate, indepth study of male semen, and the various extracts obtained therefrom.  The men who come here do […]

I was becoming more adept at my sexual travels using the artifact, and began to experience a deep gratification therefrom.  My next journey took me to a place where I could have the satistaction of being in charge, and to mold the scenerio to my deep gratification. I hadn’t even begun to tap the outrageous […]

Having made several obscene voyages using my strange alien object, I became highly addicted to the wonderfully nasty sex trips and found myself once again lying on my bed ready to begin another adventure. I sped to the hallway entrance…the artifact knew that I craved something very raunchy, and I walked slowly down the endless […]

After having found a strange artifact, possibly alien, near the entrance of a mine cave-in, I began to learn of the object’s ability to transport me mentally to any given world of sexual preference merely by reading my mind.  In the process I would lie on my bed…mentally select the exact destination, and then be […]

Read more BDSM Stories After finding a strange object following a mine cave-in, I began to experience incredibly realistic hallucinations…or are they hallucinations?  The smooth black object seems to sense my sexual needs and transforms them into reality…or what seems to be reality. I find, after experimentation, that I am able to program the object […]

Read more BDSM Stories My name is Karen, I’m 31 years old, I am of Mediterranean decent, Italian, Greek, and Maltese. I am 5’2′ and weigh about 120 pounds. My skin is not quite olive, but it is dark, with shoulder length black hair. I have a lot of hair! I have always been considered […]

Read more BDSM Stories She dressed carefully that morning…choosing a short dress… low scoop neckline…buttons all the way down the front…the first three undone…showing a hint of her cleavage and the swell of her full breasts…the bottom two also left undone… the lace on the top of her black stockings peeking out as her heels […]

Read more BDSM Stories I hadn’t meant to corrupt him ­ it just sort of…happened. As with most tales, this one begins at the beginning, all flowery prose and propriety, introducing first myself, and then the character that we’ll call “Tommy Boy,” for the sake of his anonymity. My name is Kayla North. I am […]