The Heart of the Matter

There are times when nothing matters and times when everything matters; times when life is an ongoing struggle and times when life is smooth and flowing; times when there seems to be no love in the world and times when it seems as if the universe is your lover.

She had been his lover and he had been hers. She was ultimately stronger than him so she was the one to leave. Both of them knew that there was no other choice although neither one of them wanted to accept it.

They had met and felt immediate attraction, so much so that it worried them, as it should have; in the end it tore them apart as it exploded through their lives and the lives of all who knew them and cared for them.

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Wild Week chapter 2 (family fun)

Chapter 2 : Later on Monday

Gayla didn’t reawaken until after 11 o’clock. Yawning, she stretched her naked body under the covers and looked over at the clock. She was surprised at the time. Usually, Billy would wake her before leaving for his baseball practice, then she wouldn’t see him again until dinnertime. Throwing back the covers, she swung her legs out over the edge of the bed and sat up, arching her back and stretching her arms up over her head in another mighty yawn. She ruffled her fingers through her thick auburn hair, which she had gotten cut tomboyishly short a few months before. She was still not used to it after having kept it long since she was a girl. Her body felt nicely fatigued from her early morning workout, though she felt badly in need of a bath. Sweat had dried on her body and her pubic hair was matted with the dried juices from their lovemaking. She smiled as she remembered Bill’s urgency when she had made him beg, the wild, almost desperate look in his eyes. She loved to drive him wild with desire before letting her own passion sweep her away.

Taming the beast [f] [Self-Bondage] [Intense] [SPOILER: Gone wrong]

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, smirking as I saw the note I’d posted on the wall opposite to the entrance.

“All tied up in the livingroom. Come play with me <3”

I’ve been doing this for about last week now, leavingthe front door unlocked, locking all m valuables in a safe, then sleeping on the couch in my livingroom, all tied up and helpless. Still, the excitement that someone may come in is just as exhilarating as the last time. I found myself fantasising about it while I was brushing my teeth. Who might found me, what they might do to me, what they might make me do…

My brain of thought derailed as I poked the back of my that with the toothbrush, causing me to gag. It yanked me out of my fantasies, asunder sighed. Don’t judge me, it’s not like I actually would’ve wanted any of that to happen. That’s a very dangerous situation for me, despite my menacing physique. When you’re tied on your hands and knees, it basically doesn’t matter how strong you are. I rinsed the toothbrush, and headed into the livingroom, where my “bed” was waiting.

Let’s misbehave ;) [Interracial]

*Video reference in the end*

*These fucking conferences, why do they have to be on weekends. Making people miserable even on off days.* I curse under my breath. I was sitting in the yearly dumb conference the company I work in conducts. It’s just an excuse to gloat to the investors and attract new clients. I am forced to give away my weekend for this. And on top of it, my boss made me go back and return in a saree because we are apparently supposed to look Indian. I couldn’t even get out of the pantyhose I wore earlier. *As if without the saree they couldn’t recognise we are Indians* ,I scoff. I immediately paint a smile at my boss who was fast approaching, “Good job, I want you to be there with Mr. Johnson. You are to keep him company, he is a very talkative man so I leave you with him to answer. Be on your best behavior, we need him.” She patted my back and with that she left. *What the fuck! Best behavior? I’m babysitting and I’m the kid too. Absolutely fucking unbelievable!*

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The City in the City – A Freeuse Series – Part 6 – Entry Level Position [Wet][Anal]

“Can I see your qualifications?” the dark-haired older man said.

Cathy nodded and brought out her portfolio of all the work she had done for the university paper and the free-lance work done for the local papers. It was not a bad resume for someone only just turned twenty-two.

“Here you go, sir,” she said, nodding.

She looked out the window. The office was on the thirtieth floor. She couldn’t believe her luck that she had gotten an interview with CCFZ News. The only station with offices within the Zone.

The man, Tom, she reminded herself, stared in confusion down at the table in front of him. Then he looked up at her and laughed.

“No, not those qualifications. This is an entry level position. Entry level, understand?”

Now Cathy was the one looking at him in confusion.

“I’m talking about your body, girl. Undress for me.”

Cathy’s jaw fell open and her face flushed. Of course. She couldn’t believe she had been so naïve. Sighing she bit her lip and then started pulling her clothes off. A minute later she stood naked in front of the man in the suit. He stood up and walked around the desk.

Tick Tock

You know that feeling when you first meet someone that you find attractive?

Your body tingles, your eyes seem to take in more detail than the could just a few seconds before, and there’s a sudden nervousness that washes over you— like you just walked into a job interview and you REALLY want to be liked.

When I first met Shiela, it was all of that—but more.

I was with my wife at a boring office party, and Shiela was the wife of my wife’s coworker.

See? We’re already off to a shaky moral start, aren’t we.

When we first got a glimpse of each other, there was an instant connection… an intensity that I couldn’t explain, and I prayed that neither my wife or her husband could sense it too.

Her dress was green, long, and appropriate for what you would expect the spouse of a corporate professional to wear at an office party.

Even though everything was covered, my eyes were able to make out every inch of her that the fabric clung to.

Shouldnt have done that (MF) (light BDSM)

Ace was a streamer. She was pretty good at gaming and she attracted alot of simps, and viewers. Little did they know she had a boyfriend.

Grayson, who was 26, 2 years older than Ace, was the CEO of one of the biggest companies in America. His father died when he was 23, and he was smart and respected enough to take over.

Aces pov:

I wrapped up my COD stream. It went well, i made some money, had fun. I was immediately horny as I ended the livestream. Is Grayson home yet?

“Bubba? You home?” I yelled. No awnser.

I pick up my phone and text him

“r u home yet”

“No. Traffic.”

“im horny”

“Ace. I have to concentrate on driving.”

“i want ur cock in me”

“Shut up”

“i want ur cock deep in my tight little pussy”

“Ace.”

“i want you to fuck me til i cant take it”

“I swear to god. Im driving”

“i want to scream your name until my throats sore”

“Im driving”

“get home fast”

He left me on seen.

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Just like we planned…

We meet her in the lobby of a hotel.

Just like we planned.

I Casually pass her the key card and turn to walk away immediately.

Anyone in the lobby would think we are total stranger, an the truth is— we are.

We met online, in a room where people explored their most sexual fantasies and desires with other strangers.

One night she started commenting on one of my fictionalized fantasies. I responded, and we began to chat. Before the sun came up, we had both made a solid plan to meet in real life to try one of our fantasies together.

As I walked away from her in the lobby, my heart was like a jackhammer.

She looked even better than her profile picture, not that her good looks were the main reason we were meeting.

We were just both so connected on a sexual level, that we HAD to meet.

Even still, that first glance of her standing by the bright yellow M&Ms vending machine was almost enough to bring me to my knees.

She was gorgeous.

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Strangers on a Train (part one) [voyeurism] [co-workers] [public] [vaginal] [creampie]

Every Friday night we stay late in the office, get dinner in the city, then take a late train home. Shawn and I always find an empty car then settle into the front corner together. I pull my panties off as he watches then I put the flimsy fabric I’d been wearing in his hand and he puts it in his pocket.

He looks me over as I bite my lip. We both look around, ensuring the car is still empty except for us. Then he pulls my skirt up and looks at my cunt as he runs his fingers along my slit. He closes his eyes and smiles as his fingers spread my slick fluids around me.

“What if someone else gets on and we have to stop prematurely?” he asks, initiating a familiar game we’ve played weekly since we got together a few months ago.

I kiss him and whisper, “I’m not stopping, they can just watch.”

That’s always how the game begins. Then it varies slightly and this last time it went very different than it normally does. We were sitting in the train car just as we always were and there was just a different air about the whole encounter.

Lost Story: Incest Family Tradition

I remember reading a story several years ago about a family with a long-standing tradition of incest. I can’t seem to find it again. Incest Family Tradition isn’t necessarily the title. I don’t remember the title.

I believe the family was wealthy/prominent in their community, with of course their dirty secret that no one suspected. The backstory was that the men in the family (going back generations) all had insatiable sexual appetites, and the tradition was put in place to keep the men from straying (or along those lines).

The men were initiated on adulthood, and would have sex with all the women in both their immediate & extended families. The main character was initiated with a gangbang of his aunt with his cousins, with a teaser at the end that his own mom was next.

Pretty sure it was first-person from the main character’s POV.