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Hate Me

Hate me for understanding your need; under me, there are no excuses to hide behind, no doubts to hold you back, no fears to blind you. My belief will sustain you. My faith will guide you. My acceptance will free you.

Hate me for using your own body against you. My hands will learn the language of your cries. My lips and teeth will coerce secrets from your tender skin. I will be relentless, plying you open until your entire body betrays you, allowing you to enjoy the sweet indignities found in complete capitulation.

Hate me for having no mercy; my desire to watch you slip over the edge is matched only by my sense of cruelty; the delicate balance that keeps you helplessly teetering at the cusp is just the beginning, for I will see you fall again and again until I am satisfied you have suffered enough.

Hate me for making you remember; hate me for reminding you of all those feelings you had worked so hard to bury; hate me for awakening a need you thought was no longer there. Read more »

Orbital Academy V

This is the latest installment in the adult sci-fi serial Orbital Academy!

New to the series? Read from the beginning here

"I spy with my little eye, something devoid of all light, sound, and life."
Jackson's joke wasn't all that funny, but Julia and her squaddies all chuckled nervously. As if the vast expanse of space in front of them could be ignored, when in only a few minutes they would all be careening out into it on the most dangerous flight of their lives. Julia was shaking her leg up and down, venting nervous energy while her fingers drummed across the armrest of her cruiser. The hangar was filled with the noises of hissing steam and the voices of the scrubs below checking gauges and ticking off final flight checklists, but even so Julia felt very alone. She flicked her comms transmit button, keeping the channel open,

"We should have flightsigns," she commented lightly, "in the stories pilots always have code names like 'Big Rig' or 'Hotshot' or 'Red Five' or something." Read more »

On The Couch [feedback][short story][MF][cuckold]

[in medias res]

"Wait. Yeah, there is something on my mind. If you want to talk about it with me."

"Of course, Andi," said Eric. "Anything for a friend." He walked into her office, sat his things on the floor, and sat across from her at the desk.

"Well, Tim and I had a fight last night. A bad one. Definitely the worst one we've ever had."

"I'm sorry to hear that," asked Eric, sincerely concerned. "What was it about?"

"Well, I'd rather not say. But it's not even important. Some of the things he said. They were so hurtful. I couldn't believe he could even say such things to me." She was finding it increasingly difficult to hold back her tears.

"That's terrible. Have you talked since then?"

"No. I wanted to talk this morning before I came to work, but he basically ignored me. Acted like I wasn't in the room." She couldn't fight the tears anymore. She began to sob hysterically, and the tears flowed freely. Read more »

What I Love To Do To Mr. Guerre by Lady Cheeky

(Originally published 5/10)

Taking my right hand saturated in my pussy juice, I firmly hold your taut shaft

My left hand plays with your gorgeous balls.

Mmmmm it tastes good Martin. I love how your cock tastes.

I’m stroking your shaft and massaging your balls between my fingers

every now and then I dip my head down to quickly lick up your pre cum

so as not to waste a drop of your divine elixir

my middle finger on my left hand grazes your anus, teasing it

seeing your body flinch and twist with my touch excites me

so I continue, as I stroke your glistening, hard dick faster

Intermittently, I add the extra compliment of my mouth

soft and warm on your crown, enveloping your manhood

accepting it

using my hand in motion to extend the pleasure of my mouth

wet and smooth

my tongue washes over your tip on it’s way down my throat

Your cock can feel every taste bud, every ripple on my tongue

my left hand, after first wetting my fingers with my own cum, is on your taint now Read more »

For You…or me? [MF, short]

"Take off your panties." There was only the slightest pause before she stood up, slid them down her thighs, and let them fall to the floor. I turned back to the computer, selecting a few more songs for the playlist. A moment later, I turned to her again.

"Stand up."

"Now draw your skirt up over your hips."

No pause this time. I watched skin appear from under the blue of her skirt and then ran my fingertips over her hips, tracing the curve of her ass down to the back of her thighs. "Bend over." I followed the curve back up again, fingers spreading to caress the small of her back. Leaning over, I brushed my lips across her lower back, tasting the softness of her skin. Lips parted and traveled lower, following the heat of her skin along the edge of her ass, teeth grazing.

I turned her over and pressed her back on the leather ottoman. My knee nudged her thighs open and I rested my knee against her pelvis with just enough pressure to keep her pinned. She looked up at me and said, "That…was for you." Read more »

The Farm Pt. 5 [ff] [oral]

Lucy was in high demand. She wasn't quite sure what it was about her, but there was never a lull in business for her. Mark now treated her with respect rather than snickering at what she said, or forcefully pushing her around hallways. Though Clark had always treated Lucy respectfully, he now doted on her to clients right in front of her. If a man was leaving the Farm after a session with another girl, Clark would waste no time introducing them and suggesting her – though she was a higher rate.

Every client was different. Each man came with something specific in mind, and no one seemed to see Lucy. They were either fucking their third grade teacher, punishing their mother-in-law, or having a sensual night with their deceased wife. Every man had a life separate from the Farm, but somehow Clark knew every detail, which meant that in turn, so did Lucy.

"Tonight will be different," Darla said, pinning back a portion of Lucy's hair to show off her eyes. "Have you gotten your script?"

Lucy glances down at the slip of paper in her hand. "It just says no dialogue and 'get to the point'?" Read more »

The Farm Pt. 4 [mf] [anal] [blowjob]

It wasn't very long before Lucy's roommate, Whitney, started asking questions. Suddenly Lucy had rent on time, she could pitch in for groceries, and where was she going nearly every day after school?

Whitney was pretty, she worked as a waitress in town, and had a boyfriend that she'd been with since Jr. High. She'd never left this town, and was the church's Snow Queen every year. Lucy couldn't breath a word about the Farm to Whitney – there was no way she'd recruit her. Instead, Lucy just told her she was hanging out with friends most of the time, and that her father was starting to send money.

Today Clark wanted to show Lucy around. He wanted to give her a tour of the Farm and introduce her to some of the other girls.

"You've seen our studio, you've met one of our male employees, and you've seen a lot of the more business-focused areas," he said as he led her to an elevator. "Today I'd like to get a little more in-depth." Read more »

The Farm Pt. 3 [mf] [facial]

Clark ushered Lucy through the hallway and handed her off to Mark. The two of them briefly exchanged some information on one of the older girls before Mark swept her off into a room to the left of the studio.

Lucy had never seen this room before. There were vanity mirrors all along one wall and the rest of it appeared to be an enormous walk-in closet. All of the lingerie and outfits had been sectioned off and were all labeled.

"Per request, you'll be choosing from this rack," Mark gestured to what appeared to be everyday clothing. "Lucy, meet Darla."

An older woman with wrinkles smothered in dark foundation grabbed Lucy into a tight embrace. She smelled like old perfume and hairspray, and one of her false eyelashes was coming unglued. "I help dress the ladies and do your hair and makeup."

Mark forced Lucy down into a chair in front of the mirror by her shoulders. "Your first client is looking for a realistic experience. He has his fantasy down to fine details. You read the script, you give him what he came for. The gentlemen may choose to tip you – separate from your pay and their fee – depending on how well you do for them." Mark handed her two papers stapled together. Read more »

Sunday Morning [mf]

Daybreak arrives far too quickly. Our bedroom softly glows, lit by a morning sun filtering through the trees. Half-awake, half-asleep, my mind reluctantly emerges from a wonderful dream – a dream replaying memories of last night's sexual reverie. As I drift into consciousness, I become aware of a presence in bed with me. That presence is you: under the sheets, hidden from view, inspecting my body. Not wanting to distract you, I lay quietly while you continue your exploration.

Your body lays at a right angle to mine. I can't see what you are doing, but I can feel it. I feel your warm breath on the hairs of my leg. I feel your fingernails along my inner thighs, inching upwards towards my crotch. I feel your hair running across my sensitive skin as you move, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Hovering over my flaccid member, you run your fingertips across its length. You gently take hold of it, the warmth of your hands starting my blood to flow. You softly roll it between your fingers, pausing occasionally, as if inspecting a new-found plaything for the first time. Read more »