The Island – Part Four (MMF, Cum, Anal, Impreg.)

(There is also some cuck and light-dom play in this chapter too. Don’t forget to read parts 1-3. I received a few requests for more dialogue so I tried to emphasize that in the intro.

If you like it, please message me and let me know. I’m always looking for chat partners. I hope you enjoy!)

The next morning, Rachel and Scott awoke to the sound of tropical birds and crashing waves. In the air, the smell of butter and bacon. As they prepared to get up, Scott looked over at his wife “did you enjoy last night?”

“I loved it, the size of his cock, the taste of his tongue, it all felt so perfect. It was comforting to feel your arms around me as he slid into my pussy.” Her eyes glazed over as she remembered last night’s activities, while Scott looked on in awe. As she remembered the sensation of Paul cumming in her womb, a subtle devilish smile formed on her lips. Watching, Scott knew that she loved Paul, and that his cock would forever be an afterthought.

What Happens in Vegas, Stays In…Mom, No!

My mother had just suffered through a very testy divorce.  Apparently, after twenty-five years of blissful wedlock, daddy decided he didn’t want his wife to be married to a womanizing asshole any longer.  He’s considerate like that.  

            Since then, dear mater had embarked on an intense regimen of Xanax, booze and late night calls (almost exclusively to me).  Hey, I really love my mom but a girl needs her beauty sleep.  

            After a few months of this relentless whining, wining and wallowing, I suggested that we should both forget about our dull, dreary lives and go spend a week in Vegas disgracing the very name of womanhood.  It seemed like the perfect solution.  I’d just turned 21 and was in real need of a break from studying and my mother would have loads of people to talk to when she was drunk at 4 o’clock in the morning. 

My first ever erotic novella

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Book Summary:

After leaving an abusive marriage, Melanie Gilman checks into a quiet, beach motel ready for some much needed self-healing. What she doesn’t know, is that her life is about to change forever. Over the next few days she’s pulled into a whirlwind of secrets, love, sex, murder and self discovery. Follow Melanie on her journey as she learns who she is, what she’s capable of, and what she really wants out of life.

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An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 10 [MF][FF][MFF][Fantasy]

Please read chapters 1 – 9 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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## Ten

Sigrid lay looking up at the lightly lit roof with Mirja’s naked body nestled up to her own. She could not help but to think of Torun. Not even with her had she felt like this. Mirja had worshipped her entire body for the last five bells and there was not a single point of her flesh that Mirja’s tongue had not explored.

The bells struck two in the morning and most of the sounds from the College had ceased. She had almost fallen asleep when she heard shouting from outside. She untangled herself from Mirja and went up to the window. Between two buildings she saw shapes carrying lamps. She squinted and thought she saw more people behind carrying a large container.

*Probably heading for the Animancy building*, she thought to herself.

Emotional Brunette – A MILF Seduction Fantasy [seduction, decision, no sex (yet)]

“Hi, do you mind if I sit down over here?” asked the pretty woman, and then, recognizing me, “Oh, hiya Jay. I didn’t realize it was you.”

“Hi, Ms. Rodgers,” I grinned. “Sure, it’s a free country.” She smiled at me, but I could see it was a thin veneer over a pain-ridden face. I was sitting on one end of a long park bench in one of the rose gardens surrounding the capital grounds in Salem, Oregon. A few trees sheltered the bench from busy traffic, and a small duck pond lay before us. I was reading “The Stranger” by Albert Camus in the warm spring sun. A bunch of guys were drinking early and raising hell at my fraternity (it was Friday afternoon) and I had sought out a quiet place to get my requisite chapters read.

Ms. Rodgers sat on the bench, a respectful distance from me. She seemed preoccupied. I knew her from the coffee shop where I worked part time as a barista. She was a coffee fanatic and over the course of many mornings, and seeing her credit card she paid with, I got her name, Cassandra Rodgers, and basic story: secretary in a government office, Oregon native, a couple of kids who lived with their father. She was always very nice, and tipped a perfect 15% each time, down to the cent. But that was really all I knew.

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Letter to my wife

This is something that I wrote about 20 years and posted to another site…

we had spent a night with friends and this is my fantasy about how I wish that night really went.

Sara’s Self Discovery [Part 3] [Oral] [Anal] [Spanking] [BDSM]

Sara spent the next couple of months being a good mother to a beautiful little girl named Sasha.
During this time we talked every day, yet Sara was not quite ready to fully resume our sexual play.

Oh we teased each other and did talk about our sexual histories, yet I felt that there was something that Sara was holding back, something that she was reluctant to talk about.
However I hinted that whatever she told me in confidence would be kept strictly between the two of us.

Sara had hired a nanny to assist her in caring for Sasha due to her and her husbands hectic life and work schedule.
This was a blessing for her, allowing her to be less frantic and care for her daughter with less worry.
It was in the third month that Sara’s libido returned and returned with a vengeance.

Sara was over at my place taking break from motherhood for a few hours.
While talking about nothing in particular Sara knocked over her glass, spilling milk across the kitchen table.
She began to grab for the roll of paper towels to clean up her mess.
Walking over to the sink to gather more towels I turned back to the table, coming up behind her with the towels, I playfully told her she was a bad girl and needed to be punished for making such a mess.

Alone at work

A few months later we are working the weekend alone, and he’s being a lot more aggressive than normal, standing close to me as we talked, blatantly eyeing me up and down, backing me against walls or corners subtly. I was enjoying the attention but I knew it was wrong, he’s a married man. I finally told him I had a lot to do and should get back to my desk, and that’s when he moved in to kiss me. I turned away, and he lost it.

He grabbed me by the hair pulled me over to my desk he called me a tease, he said I was always flirting and trying to get him worked up only to leave him hanging and he was tired of it. He had a tight grip on my hair and was calling me a slut as he dragged me to my desk. I had tears in my eyes from the pain but the moment the word slut left his mouth I felt a pulse between my legs. Was I a slut for flirting with a married man? I definitely enjoyed it. Soon as we got to my desk he cleared it off and shoved me face first against it. I felt the cold top of the desk pressing against my cheek and whimpered.

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