Vore Confessional
Sandra:
So, you're into the concept of digestion?
They
sit there, laying opposite directions of the other, near each others
privates, fondling each other.
Eric:
Yes. Definitely. It's a strange thing to want. It's sort of a rape
fantasy. You want it, but you don't really. No one wants to die.
Well, I guess suicidal people do, but I sure don't. But every time I
think of being digested, I get a huge erection.
Eric
lifts Sandra's leg so that he can kiss her butt.
Eric:
Besides,

The Momentum Of Passion
Abby knew of John's fantasy. He had told her, though they didn't speak of it much after. She was trying to figure out how to use it to her advantage, as she didn't want to hurt John. She was worried that is exactly what would happen if she were to put him in her stomach. After all, nothing she had put in there before came out in the same condition it went it.
They had just spent some unwanted time apart and they were both feeling extra frisky and cuddly. After some time

A Loving Wiggle
r0nniel0ng
Not stupid version:
They had been going out for a good while now, long enough to know all of each others secrets. He loved to give her pleasure and make her orgasm, but there was an unfortunate problem: she could only orgasm when she had a small person inside of her.
She didn't want to hurt her boyfriend, but after some time they decided to take things to the next level. He wanted her to eat him so that she could orgasm. She didn't want to digest him and she had pract

Naughtiest – by r0nniel0ng / r0nd0my
Mistress was mad. She still couldn't get her last moments with her slave out of her head. She wanted it gone and needed someone to pay. A new slave to take out her anger on. And people. Lots and lots of people.
Bringing the newest one home she knows he will suffer more than any of her slaves have suffered before. Not because of a fault of his, but because of the way things ended with the slave before him. She understood that she couldn't punish her prev

She has trained her lover well. But she has made the unfortunate mistake of developing 'feelings' for him. She feels a tinge of spite at the thought. She simply wanted to keep him as a lover, not as a friend or anything that mattered. Something for her simply to play with and dispose of when she was through. He licks her and pleases her, but does not love her.
She treats him well enough, letting him come, but he seems to have a problem with the horrible things she does to people. The orgasms of

Afterthoughts
The last of his struggles were fading. She thought to herself that this was one of the best orgasms she has had in ages. As the feelings faded she started to feel another climax building. She had decided to leave him in there, instead of letting him out as per usual, about an hour ago. For some reason second thoughts didn't creep into her mind until it was past the point of consideration. Just thinking about the shape he was probably in at this point made her both sick and wet at t

``...And I Have a Problem''
She sits there, the center of attention, feeling uncomfortable. It feels like her clothes are somehow getting tighter, restricting her movement and thoughts. She exhales slowly and finishes her statement: ``...and I have a problem.'' She pauses and thinks how to start her story without saying too much. If she says it wrong, they might figure out that she doesn't have the same problem they do. Not quite the same problem, but an addiction none the less.
``It started a

You hadn't been going out too long, but you were really starting to fall for her. The wild sex helped. She always seemed to be into strange things, a lot kinkier than you were used to. Tonight she said she had something she had been waiting to give you for a while. You join her in the room and fool around the way you always do before you fuck like mad.
You press your hand hard against her crotch and she rubs and grinds on it. You love how warm it feels on your skin, even through her clothing. S