The Visitor [m/f]

Trigger warning: this story features consensual non-consent and rape fantasy. If this is an issue for you, you should skip this story. Also note, this is a longer story. I hope you enjoy.

Lynn stood in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing running shorts and a light blue tank, with no bra underneath. Her breasts, 34D, sagged a bit, but still held their shape well. Her nipples were outlined by the fabric, large and sensitive and, she thought, very sexy. She turned and looked at her ass and legs. She was shorter than she would have liked, standing at 5’5″, with curly brown hair to the middle of her back and hazel eyes. She had a naturally tan complexion and smooth skin. But she ran three days a week, so she was curvy, yet toned, with a round butt that drew plenty of attention.

“Not too bad,” she thought to herself, before brushing her teeth and heading to bed. Lynn loved to look at herself. She was a beautiful woman who turned heads even in casual clothes. When she put on a little black dress and went out for the evening, she never had an issue getting drinks or finding someone fun to go home with.

The Hotwife (pt. 1) [mf]

She wasn’t a stranger. I’d known this woman since we were kids in the youth group together. I was at a gas station and she was in line in front of me.

“Makayla?” I asked. She turned around and broke into a huge smile and gave me a big hug. “Hi, Brisco!”

She was with her stepdaughter, so we didn’t talk much. She’s not on Facebook, but she told me her username on Instagram, and I added her. She sent me a message and we started to talk. It was apparent quickly that she was a hotwife. She told me about some of the men she was seeing and had seen, so we talked about getting together. She had just finished school and was studying for her nursing boards. I was working at the time as a freelancer, doing marketing and writing for different companies and agencies. We both had flexibility in our schedules, so we arranged a time to get together.

Satin and Ice [mf]

As you walk through the door, I immediately greet you with a kiss. No words, just a kiss on the mouth. Deep, slow, and passionate. I wrap my arms around you and my hands are exploring your body, grabbing and squeezing your ass, your neck, pulling you into me. As you lean in to my kiss, I stop suddenly, turn you around, and press you against the wall. I bite your neck and your ear, and pull your arms behind you. I bind your wrists, and then put a blindfold over your eyes. I pick you up in my arms and carry you to the bedroom, and I set you down.

You stand before me, unsure of what’s happening. I still don’t speak, but you can smell the candles I’ve lit. I untie your hands and slowly undress you. I unbutton your shirt and slip it off of you, kissing your collarbone, your neck, pushing your bra strap down your shoulder. I nibble, gentle nips of your skin, just to make you gasp a bit, and you smile.