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The Fighter: Part Six [Brother; Sister; Forbidden Romance]

“This isn’t like you, Brandon.” Ashley says as she gently presses the cold-compression bag across his swollen knuckles. “That guy from your work even called, asking if you plan on coming back any time soon.”

The last thing Brandon wanted was to face Ashley tonight. He was actually hoping she would be out partying and doing her thing.

“I’m not going back.”

“Okay, so, did you beat those guys into another job?” His sister playfully asks while switching focus to his slightly cut cheek.

He didn’t leave the fight unscathed. But the damage isn’t nearly enough to keep him from beating McKenna.

“Where’s Danny?” He asks the one question he promised he wouldn’t.

“It’s Robert, by the way. And I wouldn’t know. I’m not his babysitter.”

The moment gets a little more awkward than it already is.

Jealousy hangs in the air, but neither of them want to admit or acknowledge it.

“I’m just asking.” Brandon tries to play it cool.

Unfortunately, he’s terrible at holding back when something is bothering him. Read more »

The Fighter: Part Five [Brother; Sister; Forbidden Romance]

“Serves me right for scheduling the fight early. Are you dating again?” Joe doesn’t look at Brandon while finishing the last bit of his singular beer.

“No.” Brandon is cleaning his fourth glass already.

The bar is pretty quiet this time of the week, except for a few loud people at the pool table. And the old man was hoping a cold one could help to get Brandon’s head straight. But so far, the young boxer only seems to get more depressed.

Personally, Joe hates mixed up emotions and complications. He also doesn’t tolerate his fighters getting their panties in a bunch.

But Brandon is like the family he never had. There is just something comfortable about their relationship. Maybe it’s because they tend to understand each other as much as they bicker. The bottom line is that Joe actually cares. Even if he doesn’t know how to help.

“You’re distracted.”

“It’s my first big fight, Joe. Can you blame me for being nervous?” Brandon covers up the real truth with a false one. Read more »

The Fighter: Part Four [Brother; Sister; Forbidden Romance]

“I don’t know what you’ve been eating, kid. But I’m impressed. If you keep moving like that, McKenna is going down.”

Ashley was spot-on about the dancing. And even though every lesson with her turns into a heated interaction he can’t stop jerking off to afterward, it has improved his movement in the ring.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He asks Joe with more motivation than ever.

“Keep this up for a few more weeks, and I’m making a few calls.” Joe’s expression is enough to plant more confidence in the young boxer.

And with the hope of potential greatness hanging in the air, Brandon goes home early to share the good news with Ashley. There’s something about their relationship that makes him want to tell her everything these days.

She’s become somewhat of a soul-mate, and he’s unable to figure out where to draw the line. All he knows is that she lit a fire inside him. And the fire is quickly transforming into a chaotic blaze.

As he steps into the living room, he finds Ashley, stretching in her underwear with her back turned. And her blaring headphones prevent her from noticing him closing the door. Read more »

The Fighter: Part Three [Brother; Sister; Forbidden Romance]

*A few days later…*

“There’s nothing.” Ashley hopelessly falls onto the couch after another fruitless day. “Not a single fucking job and my classes start in two weeks. Then I’ll have even less time.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

Brandon has quickly warmed up to his sister being around. And she was serious about developing a more responsible side. Sure, she still leaves her clothes all over the place, but it’s a small price to pay for the energy she always seems to radiate.

“But if I start working, you’ll have more time to train.”

“You want to start supporting me now?”

“It’s the least I can do.” Ashley’s eyes light up as she finishes the sentence. “Or, maybe…”

“Hold on. It’s never a good sign when you theorize, because it usually makes me the rat in your experiment.”

Brandon knows that look too well.

It’s the look of determination.

“I can’t believe I haven’t thought about it before.”

“Ash…”

“I’ll teach you how to dance.” She suggests like it’s the best thing since sliced bread. Read more »

The Fighter: Part Two [Brother; Sister; Forbidden Romance]

Why Brandon placed a time-limit on how long his sister could stay didn’t even make sense to him. But he needed to feel in control when he gave it away. And her presence, within the first five minutes, has livened up one of the most depressing place he knows – his apartment.

“You’re off already? I just got here.” Ashley says while getting used to her new home. And she does so by inspecting every drawer and cupboard she can find.

“Welcome to reality, where you never seem to stop working.”

“You really work two jobs?” She asks like she can’t believe it. From her neck of the woods, people spend more time going on vacation than at the office.

“How much did you happen to ease-drop on back there?”

“Enough to help me remember you always were a bad dancer. Feet as dumb as bricks, was it? I still don’t know how you got all the girls to like you after strutting your stuff on the dance floor.”

“Very funny. I work security at night and tutor during the day. So, yeah, I guess it qualifies as two jobs.” Read more »

The Fighter: Part One [Brother; Sister; Forbidden Romance]

*This story is one of my “romantic” pieces. While the details are still very graphic, the build-up is different compared to my other stories. Dare I say the ladies might like this one more than the guys? :)*

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“I’m not fighting McKenna?” Brandon deliberately gives the bag a final power punch to end another intense session.

“No.” Joe replies rather indifferently.

There is not even a hint of hope in the voice of the old-school trainer.

“But, Joe, this is the shot we’ve been working for.”

Brandon is beyond desperate to take the next step in his career, and the big leagues called with a big offer. It’s the reason he pretty much lost everything. Well, if “everything” is based on a world of shallow luxury.

He might be a boxer, but he’s still able to debate with the best of them. Whether it’s about the under-belly of politics, or the distorted expectations of a materialistic society, his interests do not end with throwing strategic punches. Read more »

[MM] Married man explores bi side with help from a sexy black guy. Fiction.

“Fit, married, bisexual looking for a safe, drama free, playmate…

I am a 47 year old white man, happily married (to a woman), who has his wife’s blessing to seek out the company of other men. I haven’t been with a man since the 90s, but I am very ready to rekindle that part of me. I am 6’ tall, 190 lbs, very fit, blonde curly hair, green eyes, and a seven inch thick cut cock. Sexually I am into mutual passion, kissing, body contact, oral and anal, I also have some fetishes (like man musk) that I’d like to explore. I am versatile but if I had to choose one or the other, I would choose to bottom. Check out my pics and if you like what you see and read, hit me up. I’m not looking to go cock hopping, would rather find one or two special friends with whom I can build intimacy, rapport, and trust. Hope to hear from you.”

I clicked the option to approve my profile and away it went into cyberspace. I began looking at the adult personals site that catered to gay men which now hosted my profile. I refined the search to within 50 miles of me, refined again by age, and started scrolling. So many men, so many dicks. Read more »

Bdsm sex [humiliation], my first attempt!

She was sitting comfily on her bed, in her panties and dressing gown, the really fluffy one she used to love. She was acting up like a princess and painting her nails, chilling to music. He had been sitting in the armchair for hours now, reading his paper but ultimately watching her. She could see his anticipation growing, but he wouldn’t want to get angry and set a bad example, would he? So he sat there and watched, feeling his dick harden under his trousers, the tip pointing to the top. She’d now started to lick her lollipop, seductively, her tongue gently wetting her lips…She was watching him, and her eyes could feel his boner, hidden but so visible, making her feel wet between her legs.

But suddenly his mood swung. He’d had enough of her bratty, innocent little attitude. After all, he was her Master and was not going to let his sub tease him. Slowly putting his paper to one side, he stood up and walked to the bed…his eyes shimmered in anger whilst hers, sparkling, glistened with mischievousness. “Enough of that, slut!! Get down to your knees”, he shouted. She executed herself and knelt down, head down, at his feet. But his plans didn’t just stop there. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, since you’re incapable at following rules!!” Read more »

(NSFW) Wife and I about to fulfill a fantasy

My wife and I were just coming back from a dinner date. It was raining steady as I pulled our van into the driveway. I put the vehicle in park and turned the engine off. I looked over at my beautiful passenger. Her dark hair falling across her face as she reached down to grab her purse. Just as she straightened up I brushed her hair to the side and kissed her long and softly. She cooed as she always does. Whether I’m rubbing her arm as we watch a movie or I’m sucking on her nipples.
Making sure we had our belongs we headed out into the rain. Walking ahead of her I grabbed the key to the door, slid it in and stopped. Maybe it was the few beers at dinner. But mostly it was the dirty talk of my fantasies during our dinner that she was surprisingly on board with is what kept me from unlocking the door.
I turned around and stared at my wife with a look I’m certain she’s never seen. Before she had a chance to say anything, I set our leftovers on the porch chair, took the key out of the lock and turned around. I grabbed her wet head with both hands and kissed her so hard we slightly lost our balance. She wrapped her small arms around me bringing me in close. With one hand I kept her lips locked with mine but I lowered my bottom lip just enough to get her bottom lip into my mouth where I lightly sucked on it. She pulled back and looked at me. Read more »

[FF] The true and fucked up story of how my mom and i started sleeping together.

Hey everyone, I’m Gina. I was supposed to start freshman year of college last year, but rather than start my first year of college remotely, I decided to take a year off.

This had been coming since before the pandemic, but the pandemic didn’t help and a couple months ago my parents go divorced.

So, like 3 weeks ago I’m sitting in bed, playing on my phone when I hear this noise. Wasn’t sure what it was, kind of a dull buzzing. I finally put together what it was. My mom and my room share a wall and it is…not super thick. I heard heavy breathing and eventually some light moaning. My mom had bought herself a vibrator! I guess she’d never had one?

Anyway, I was sort of embarrassed but figured I’d just put in my headphones and go to sleep. Just one night. No big deal.

But the next morning my mom was at it again! And then again that night. Shes was going at herself morning and night for days. At that point, I felt like I couldn’t say anything! She was really happier than she’d been and I feel like the embarrassment would kill her. Read more »