This is the first time that I, Dream Master actually get to post anything written by RVS. Please be gentle with your reactions…
Rose of Two Thorn’s
Part 1-10
Scott’s Story Part 1
Category: Erotica
Bridesmaid gets double shafting.
It was a glorious June day, my Aunt Maggie was getting married. There were lots of relatives and in laws, some I knew, some I did not.
Maggie was 40, this was her second marriage, and her daughter, my cousin Livy was her bridesmaid. As I watched them head down the aisle, I admired Livy’s sexy 18 year old body. She was a petite 5’1”, looked to be about 110 pounds, a nice B cup chest, mmmmm, she looked very hot. I was 10 years older than Livy, and I was wondering if she’d be up for some real kissing cousin action?
The pictures of the happy couple were taken, and I saw Livy talking to her Mom. When the car carrying the bride and groom left, Livy and my 25 year old cousin Mike hurried over.
Livy said, ”Hey Jon, nice to see you again, how did you like the wedding?”
”Your Mom looked wonderful, I hope she’ll be very happy.”
Livy said, ”Jon, I want to ask you something? Ever had a threeway?”
Actions and Consequences: Part Four [MF] [Busty] [BBW] [Interracial] [Straight Sex]
Things had gone from bad to worse. To say I had dug myself into a deep hole would be an understatement. Marge had turned my day to day life to a hell on earth. If I was not doing her work for her, I was doing her chores, anything from picking up her lunch to walking her dogs. She wasn’t the only one that was hard to deal with, Kendall had kept accurate to her words, there wasn’t a minute of the day where she wasn’t looking over my shoulder. Everything I did, every motion I made she was there.
On the home front, things had gotten better. Timothy wasn’t allowed to take the kids out of the state permanently without my permission. I still had visitation rights, but not at my home and always with a chaperone.
“Cow-tits!” Marge said as she came around the corner to look at me.
“What,” I said as she stared at me.
Marge threw a piece of paper onto the table. “My dry cleaning needs to be picked up at eight.”
[F/m-teen] [wife-cheat] [1st] [oral] ANNA AND I – an erotic story of young love, religious protection, and mature mutual agreement. This is a good one guys…
I have been dating Andrea for 9 months but her mother is deeply religious and thinks premarital sex is wrong. Andrea’s mother and I come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.
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I was a 17-year-old male in the conservative south. I had been dating Andrea, a deeply religious Christian, for 9 months. At that time we got to know a lot about each other and to no surprise, I was looking forward to getting intimate for the first time with her.
Andrea was 17 with long blonde hair and a thin frame on her 5′ 8″ body. She had a beautiful face with green eyes and an electric smile but her B cup breasts were nothing compared to her gorgeous mother, Anna’s, D cup melons.
Anna was only 32 years old, 5′ 4″ and had a 38-25-36 body that had the attention of several men who claimed to be modeling agents offering her jobs.
Every time Anna laughed and turned them down regardless of the money they offered. Her religious beliefs forbid her from showing off her body. Judging by what I saw in her sweaters her decision had to be considered a great loss for humanity, at least the male part.
[MF] [voy] [wife-sharing] [intr] GUEST ROOM is a story of betrayal and sexual excitement. Never be surprised by what can turn you on…
“Oh, my aching head.”
The sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window violating my eyelids. I reached out to grab the clock and held it in front of my face. I was having a heck of a time trying to focus. It must have been the one, or two,
or three long island ice teas too many last night. I hadn’t done anything like that since college.
My mouth tasted like, well, you’ve all had that feeling. I needed a serious drink of water and some coffee, lots of coffee. The good news was that I could smell it brewing downstairs. I could also smell something else cooking, bacon. “I wonder what I’ve done to deserve this?” I thought to myself.
I gradually sat up and looked around the room. There on the floor was my suit, one of my more expensive suits. I didn’t even remember taking it off last night. That would explain why it was all balled up by the door. I looked over by my wife Diane’s side of the bed. There was a pair of empty wine glasses on her nightstand. What the hell were they there for? Then I started to get that, “Ah shit, I really fucked something up!” feeling.
Tamed
*You know you’re getting this for being such a distracting little cocktease, don’t you.*
He says, as she feels him slowly rubbing her rear, the feeling of his fingers against the back of her thighs.
His words, soft and dangerous, as she feels the sharp sting of his fingers gripping her hair, pulling her head to the side so she can look him in the eyes. She nods, the words catching in her throat.
*Such a filthy little tease.*
The edge in his voice like a knife-blade now, as his fingers drift from the flesh of her thighs to between her legs.
*You’re going to deserve every bruise your ass gets today, aren’t you.*
His voice rock-steady even as she feels that first wet touch of his fingertips against her lips. Her body convulses involuntarily as she looks across the room to their reflection in the mirror. Watches herself, helpless across his lap, uncontrollably wet.
*Because my darling little whore needs to be disciplined every now and then, doesn’t she.*
His last few words almost inaudible, drowned out by the sharp slap of his hand landing wet against her ass, his palm smearing against her juice.
Who’s Your Daddy…
My eyes opened ever so slowly, the warm colour of light entering my pupils. It disturbed me. My vision took time to adjust as discovered I felt restricted. Too restricted.
I was bound by all fours. My hands by either end of stretched silver chains attached by the top corners of the tall king-sized bed. My body was positioned down low toward the foot of the bed that my ass was almost hanging off the edge. The only thing holding me in place was my legs. They were stretched, raised, spread and bound to the pillars of each side of the bottom of the bed.
The feeling of panic started to settle in and take effect as I remembered my previous vivid memory… hot choco with Daddy that he had made me. But he was angry because I had disobeyed him and then when my punishment came I ran away from a spank. I remember watching Disney movies but he just kept staring at me as I sipped on my melting marshmallows smiling at Tiana and the prince dancing with the alligator. I was getting tired but I shrugged it off. Then suddenly… nothing.
Now, this.
Making a Man Out of the Pool Boy [MF, cheating]
“When are you going to be home?” I hate the way my voice sounds as I ask. My tone is almost pleading and the expression on his face is one of annoyance. I make sure to stay out of his way as I follow him around the house as he gets ready to leave.
He hasn’t answered my question, but in a way he has.
“For dinner, I was thinking of making your favorite. You know, t-”
“I have to go,” he says. He doesn’t so much as kiss me, rather he palms the back of my head and pulls my forehead into his lips.
And then he’s gone.
I watch him leave. I miss him and I wish he never returns.
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I watch the pool boy from the window. I didn’t even know we had a pool boy, or that we even needed one. But then again, I’ve never lived in a mansion before, either.
What to say about him…he has blonde hair and blue eyes, decently built… there’s nothing too remarkable attractive about him. He wouldn’t stand out on a college campus crowd.
Massage to Remember [m,f]
It has been months since I have had a massage so it didn’t take a long time for him to convince me to go. The minute I lay on the massage table I was transported to another world. The dim lights, the soft music, the earthy scents. It didnt hurt that he was on the next table with only a towel covering him.
As we waited for the massage therapists to begin, I was enjoying myself admiring his body. His strong powerful legs and arms. His naked back but my favourite bit of him was covered. No naughty people, I meant his ass. I love grabbing his ass because it fits perfectly in my hands. He has one of those asses that looks incredible when he is naked.
He felt my eyes on him and turned on his side to look at me.”What are you looking at?” I sighed at the sight of his gorgeous torso. His towel was dangerously low and I could see some of his stubble. I giggled and blushed. Why did I think this was a good idea? Now I would have to endure the hour knowing that he is naked right next to me but I can’t do anything.
A Month of Torture
His tongue is so soft, barely moving. He knows he can get away with it when I am this desperate.
How long has he been torturing me? An hour? Two? No light shines from behind the curtains anymore. We started when it was fully bright outside. I think. Or perhaps not.
I approximate each passing second with one feathery lick applied to my clit. He is masterful and precise. Art and science. He keeps me teetering on the edge, denying the release my body and mind so desperately need. The pressure between my legs is such that if I squeezed them together I would immediately explode.
My clit might as well be a hot coal; he blows on me and I feel even more heat blaze up. He slides one finger inside me and I tightens in anticipation.
At the last moment, he retreats. He looks up at me with an infuriating smirk, rolls off the bed, and flicks off the light. I gasp and grab pleadingly for his hand.
“Twenty-nine more days to go. Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.”