Futanari Bulge Novels & Stories

For a couple of hours, Anna had modeled her favorite fetish wear while I was tied to the bed enduring the FIST edging me to the absolute brink of oblivion. There was a little button on the side of the FIST, labelled "Blast off". If only I could reach that magic button. Pure torture.

The man’s hand began to wander inappropriately, and Furina’s heart raced as she felt his touch move toward her butt. Tears filled her eyes as she struggled to break free, her efforts growing more desperate. “Please, stop!” she cried out, but her voice was swallowed by the pounding music from the club. Just when she felt all hope was lost, the man was suddenly yanked away from her. Furina’s eyes widened as she saw a tall figure with strikingly icy blue eyes standing before her. Diluc Neuvillette, a man she had only seen in passing and recognized from the club's upscale clientele, had intervened.

I can only assume it’s a list of items that I am to have prepared for later. JP: Nipple clamps Warburton Wheel Lube Blindfold Shibari rope Purple Pussy Eater The last on the list is the monstrous dildo that has ten different speeds and a suction cup for the clit. A delicious shiver runs through me at the thought of using all these items tonight. The Warburton wheel is a tool that has a wheel of spikes, almost like cowboy spurs, but these are sharp little things. Jace likes to torture my nipples with it, especially when I have the clamps on them.