She was breathing heavy now, every inhale a hiss of tanked air. She couldn’t even scream. Just moans. Just vibrations. “Cum for us, float girl,” the domme whispered again. “Or we drown you in lube and ride you ‘til morning.”…

As a professional, I’ve had the pleasure of delivering commencement addresses at numerous colleges over the years. But one particular event stands out in my memory. The setting was a prestigious college, and the audience was a sea of eager…

As I drove along the winding road leading to my campsite, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. It had been a long time since I’d taken a solo trip, and I was eager to get some much-needed…

She had become something more. Not merely the goddess of fertility—but of filth, of excess, of sacred debauchery. The Seeded One, who births magic from orgasm and life from lust. One of her new limbs wrapped around a phantom cock…

Her cum mixed with the sweat, oil, and water on the float. It pooled under her ass as she thrashed, overfilled, overstimulated, still strapped down and buzzing. But they weren’t done. From the shadows of the poolside, two more figures…