Mermaid Mayhem [mfff] [gangbang] [mermaids] [reluctant/convinced]

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I’ve watched far too many TV shows of people getting lost at sea. How else could I explain the awful paranoia plaguing me as I set out on a solo fishing trip in the big blue Atlantic? My teeth are chattery as I steer the houseboat towards a system of coves that lies around 400 or so nautical miles from shore. After finding a secure place to hitch up, I stop to send my coordinates home to Sarah. I’m not getting stranded at sea just yet.

The boat is tucked away in a system of shallow coves, almost like an island that was partially swallowed by the sea. In some places, I can stand knee-deep to cast my line. The rest of the area is relatively shallow, considering we’re talking about the ocean.

Partying with the Girls [m/f/shemale] [anal] [threesome] [femdom]

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In my experience, I’ve noticed that different strains of pot tend to produce different sensations. I once got into a strain that made my legs cold and tingly each time I smoked it. Upon my peak, I’d be convinced I was levitating each time I stood because I felt disconnected from my body. Another strain made me so sleepy I ended up sleeping straight through the high. The strain I brought with me to this year’s party, though, made me intensely horny. I find the oddest things attractive in this state– last week I got high and whacked to the curve of my light bulb because it looked like a breast. The idea of actually going to my computer and getting on pornhub must have been beyond me at that point.

A few friends and I lit up in the backyard of David’s massive house, where an all-out house party was being thrown in honor of the Fourth of July. Feeling that familiar energy begin to well up, I decided to wander away and rub one out before anyone noticed my cock rising to attention.

Bonding with Daddy [mf] [incest] [squirting]

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Most porn I’ve watched that portrays the type of relationship he and I have starts much differently than the way ours did. Usually, the girl has to be sneaky and devise a way to sway him, and convince him to ignore the feeling of “this isn’t right.” Not us– my daddy was the one who initiated it, and he’s damn lucky that I had been fantasizing about him for so long. Any other daughter would have ran to the police and reported him, but maybe he knew I wouldn’t. He’s my daddy, after all.

I was about to leave home for college– I was all packed up, and sat in my room on the phone, excitedly chatting with a friend. Daddy came to the door and knocked, then entered once I gave permission. I hung up, and he sat on the edge of my bed and produced a rectangular present. When I asked him what it was, he simply smiled and said it was something to keep me company when I went off to college. Gently placing a hand on my thigh in a paternal nature, he coaxed me to open it.

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Categorized as Erotica

Hiking with Master [mf] [dom/sub] [outdoors]

Breathless and sweaty, I lay a blanket out across the grass and plop down. Chris follows suit, and together we lay there staring at the glowing sky and breeze-rattled trees. The spot we’ve chosen is isolated, surrounded on all sides by thick blooming foliage– perfect for having a little fun.

As if in response to my last thought, Chris leans over and kisses me, placing quite a bit of his weight on me. His mouth moves along my jaw line to my ear, and he whispers roughly, “You think I didn’t notice your shirt buttons ‘accidently’ come undone halfway up the trail, you cute little slut?” Moving to my neck, he licks and bites me, giving me the chance to formulate a response.

“No, I didn’t even notice…” I coo innocently “Was that -gasp- a problem?”

“It was a problem, yes, because you didn’t get on your knees right then.” He stands and disrobes, his cock swinging in the air before me, making my mouth water intensely.

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Categorized as Erotica

A Night on the Town [mf] [public] [dom/sub]

Today was quite the adventure, for more reasons than one. For starters, I dragged Chris to a shady strip club for a night on the town– halfway out of humor, halfway out of intrigue. I’ve always wanted to visit a strip club and get a lap dance or two, and just admire the women with that greedy hunger I possess for the female figure. Not only do I get a kick out of these scantily clothed beautiful women dancing seductively before me, but I also envy and respect them. Envy, because they possess one of the dream jobs of an exhibitionist like myself; respect, because these women have utilized their bodies to make hard working men throw every last penny they have their way just for a slim peek at their goods. That’s a deft power, in my opinion– I’ve never quite understood why people see strippers as objectified and taken advantage of, when this is actually only true of their clientele.