Hanging Wedgie Novels & Stories

“That was an exhausting day.” My ass was sore from riding Colt all day. It normally wouldn’t be but with this extra weight on my stomach, my posture was off. “Watching the obstacle course twelve times isss… rough. I got my twelve miles in today.” Wade sat down in the chair. Jet was wearing only was wearing his shorts. With his bare chest, it was hard to focus. These pregnancy hormones are no joke. Plus, it has been forever since we had sex.

She moaned with pleasure as the toy into her body, it went in farther than my finger had. When all was set she was aroused and wanted something to happen so I activated the motors. First the cross members straightened from their folded position, lifting her body from the 'bent over, on her belly' to an upright position 'hanging against the arms of the cross' by her wrists and arms. Without the foot supports the strain on her arms and shoulders would have been a significant distraction, but with support from her legs she was okay. When she was up I scissored the cross members so they were at 30% closer then 'wide-open' to a point. This naturally lifted her body so her arms started to take som

The young man lowered into the horse's ear and whispered. “Get ready, buddy. My body might be a bit heavy.” Vesta neighed excitedly, so Wiggy stroked his mane appreciatively. The young man took a deep breath, hooking his feet on the saddle firmly. After making sure it wasn't going to fall, its body tilted ninety degrees to Vesta's right side, causing the horse to grunt unsteadily from the suddenly unbalanced weight. Meanwhile, Wiggy's hands gripped the sword tightly while maintaining his balance.

James moves his hands to my knee as he squats down and holds my leg in place for the final blow to the wedge still invading deep in my thigh. I close my eyes and take several shaky breaths as I listen to the dull whistle of the mallet flying. It lands and my body vibrates, my femur’s previous fracture splintering to the head of the bone. The wedge wiggles side to side, widening the gap between the once singular bone now made two as Jonathon tries to dig it out of my flesh. I can hear the ripping of my bone being pulled apart like a log that wasn’t completely split.

I’m breaking no rules. Wade looks up and seems to be plucking up courage. He crouches then leaps into the air. He just grips the branch I’m on and seems to struggle for a moment. I lean forward and grip his forearm, feeling his muscles strain beneath the shirt fabric. I help him to steady himself enough to swing his leg over and straddle the branch.

Hiroshi worked very carefully,adding suspension elements to the harness. He attached ropes to the ceiling beams with carabiners, taking Mia’s weight gradually so she could feel supported rather than trapped. This left her in partial suspensio. Her knees still touching the tatami, but most of her weight held by the ropes.

And Hidi was quickly scanning through them. “Damn, still not them.” Hidi pouted with a sigh, sliding a hand down on her dress to smooth the wrinkles. “Maybe I’ll just go outside to wait?” Hidi turned without warning then. Her giant body shoved Pendwick off balance as she stepped past to go deeper into the room. Pendwick was barely able to catch himself in time from falling onto his bad knee. A great pain ran up his knee again. He winced and quickly dodged to the side to hold a table to stay up.

I want him to be happy first and foremost. By the way they are working together now, though, I don’t think I will have to worry about any of the things going through my mind, at least not at the moment. You see, Jude’s playroom was built to withstand the most extensive form of sexual positions. He has multiple eyelets screwed into reinforced beams on the ceiling in which I am now hanging from. I’m in what you would call a Yogi position, which is somewhat of a sitting position where my wrists are in cuffs, and so are my ankles in a spread eagle-type of way, only the chains are suspended from the ceiling, so both my men can take me at the same time while standing up. It’s a position that I’m b

calls when we walk into the place a Dark haired man in a black suit and tie walks out with polished formal shoes, a bit of a bear gut, and a well-kept beard just past the five o'clock shadow. I turned out the entire conversation and readings until Lydia squealed "YES!, we are looking for an upside-down angel!" My head snapped in her direction, I then saw Jackson and Gabriel spring into action faster than my eyes would allow me to see, 'is that another symptom?' I have not heard from Mary since this whole being sick mess started the minx is very quiet and I don't like it one bit.

He saw me coming and once again took me by the wrists. His voice was calm. “This is your next test, Hao Jiang. You must not say a word in order to pass.” I nodded. Jodie held me as Freddy lifted my arms up. Jimmy and Charlie tied each of my wrists. Jodie then pulled both ropes back behind each post so that my feet lifted off the ground. I was hanging there like a scarecrow when Jacky made the signal. He pointed to Jodie, and she pulled the ropes tighter. My arms burned.