Comfort — full-scene sneak preview from The Visitor Has Company [ffm threesome, pegging, tribbing]

Comfort: The Visitor Has Company

"The Visitor Has Company," the climax of my menage erotic romance series, has now been released!!!

It follows the story of what happens when Lea, her fireman fiancé Sean, and their fireman fiancé Andy are settling in for a nice, quiet evening: a little lube, some handcuffs…

When the doorbell rings.

It’s Kirsten — Sean’s sister and Lea’s best friend. She’s crying…

And things get really crazy from there. :-)

Here’s a sneak peek at one of the scenes from the 23,000 novella. It’s a FFM threesome scene featuring Lea, Andy, and their lover’s sister — with Sean’s implicit approval.

(If you'd like some more background, and don't mind spoilers, click here)

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When they got back to the apartment, Lea looked at Kirsten and Andy, both of whom stood, hollow-eyed, in the kitchen. “Do you guys want a drink?”

They both gazed at her owlishly and shook their heads.

“You want to take a shower, Andy?”

He looked up, and Lea felt as if she could truly see his eyes for the first time that night — desperate, feral, frightened.

My first try- Master Valentin Disciplines the New Maid [m/f]

Master Valentin Walker had a strict policy against those who would rob and deceive him. Today, his estate’s most recent hire had crossed that line. She had been tasked with delivering a triple tiered cupcake display to the dining room for the evening’s banquet. Somewhere in the admittedly long transit from kitchen to the dais in the event hall, one chocolate frosted cupcake had been lost.

It was only a dessert—but in his experience, a maid whose small crimes went without apprehension eventually set eyes on his personal heirlooms.

Not to mention, he’d had his eyes on the new hire. There was something in the way she walked, a salaciousness to the sway of her hips that could not be intentional, yet could not be hidden. In a sea of uniformed girls, Master Valentin never failed to spot her. He never set out looking. His gaze just seemed to trail Selena Vosshall.

He found Selena in the dining room, bent over to scrub a drop of dried wine off the floor with her dish rag. He imagined laying a hand on her shapely derriere, placing it under her skirt, resting it on the curves beneath.

Trust Me [MF MM]


PREFACE: For the sake of realism, and to enhance your reading experience, you should know that my wife and I have already done most, if not all of these things before. Just not all in one session. The following is a fantasy that's been driving me wild for a little while now. It starts off relaxing and romantic, and descends into deeply kinky sex.


Her shoulders were tired and her lower back was throbbing. She loved her job running a greenhouse, but by Friday afternoons she was always exhausted. Today was no exception and she was in dire need of a cold beer and a comfy couch.

Opening their front door, she was hit with a welcome blast of air conditioning, sending a shiver up her spine and raising goose bumps on her arms. Their two dogs came bounding through the kitchen, crashing into her legs with sheer excitement. She was pleasantly surprised – why weren't they in the backyard?

She looked up to see her husband standing in the kitchen with a mischievous grin.

"Well, hey! Why are you home so early?" she asked.

"Come with me…" he said, offering his hand and sidestepping her question.

Who’s the boss? (M/F) (Continued in comments)

"It's just something I want to try out. Penny was talking about it at the party last night."

I was laying on my side in bed, looking at her, mirroring me.

Our "Talks", when they were in bed, usually involved something about our sex life. They were admittedly, until this very moment, also usually brought up by me. It's not that I was unsatisfied with our sex life. Actually, quite far from it. I loved having sex with my wife. She was game for pretty much anything, and we had a pretty good schedule going. Once usually somewhere midweek, then again on Saturday or Sunday. I guess I craved a little more… desire… aggression maybe, on her part.

"Out of everything you guys talked about, this is the thing you latched onto?" I didn't want to seem angry, though I was kind of irritated and a little bit excited, though I was playing it slow. I'd been trying to get her to take a more controlling role in our bed for years, and here she goes to a sex toy party and brings home one of the topics they talked about (along with some fun toys, made even better since she picked them out).

“Sweet Tooth”, Vol. 1 [MF, BBW, BDSM]




SWEET TOOTH, Volume One: "Samantha's Surprise"

An Erotic Tale About Discipline, Dominance & Confectionary Treats





PLOT SUMMARY



A voice spoke suddenly, echoing toward her from the darkness:

“Blow out your candles, Princess…”


Sweet Tooth is a suspenseful and taboo tale about a woman, who – with the help of an eccentric younger man – finally overcomes her life-long 'sweet tooth'. Expect a surreal, playful story about a unique Dom/Sub relationship, told in thirteen gloriously messy chapters. Sweet Tooth is intended for readers looking for a long-burn with an explosive climax.



AUTHOR’S INTRODUCTION



Before we start, a quick word; just between you and me, dear Reader. If you intend to read Sweet Tooth, then this will be the first step of a long journey which we’ll be taking together; so lets stop now, briefly, and talk.

As is probably all too obvious from the amount of formatting I've put into this post, Sweet Tooth is somewhat of a passion project for me. I am dedicated to fixing any spelling/grammar mistakes brought to my attention in the comments and I will do my best to incorporate your critiques of this first volume into following instalments. Please don't be too shy to share your opinions, either positive or negative, be it through the comments or through PM. Every response is appreciated.

this one time, at burning man, …

This was a few years back at my first Burning Man where I ran around with my ex-gf for a week just trying to experience everything I could. We'd looked over the schedule at the beginning of the week and decided to attend an oral sex class one afternoon. We showed up to a big geodesic dome filled with nervous couples waiting for the instructor and an outgoing woman with a British accent was making brash jokes and passing around a giant container of margaritas. We took a swig and passed it along to the couple next to us… eventually the strong sex-positive instructor announced that we were ready to start the class. She was a therapist, activist, and researcher who had spent a lot of time handling groups like this and quickly put us at ease and ran through advice, techniques, and other information interspersed with anecdotes from her days on the sets of porn shoots.

First Erotic Story: Becoming His Slut [mf]

I felt woozy and my head was heavy. I blinked, my eyes darting around the unfamiliar room, when suddenly I realised I was unable to move. My hands were raised above me and tied to the ceiling whilst my ankles were shackled to the floor, keeping me upright.

I groaned in dismay as I became fully aware my clothes were gone and the coolness of the room had caused my nipples to erect and stand proudly to attention.

Escape from these bindings was futile but I tried anyway, twisting and yanking at the rope fastening my hands together, but it was no use; I was trapped. I looked around the room again, hoping to spot a way out and trying to find some indication of where I was. A small light in the corner dimly lit the shadows around me and it seemed like someone’s basement. I stilled as I heard footsteps approaching and a larger, brighter light lit the room. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me as the items sharing the room with me became illuminated. These items looked like medieval torture devices and included racks and cages as well as whips, floggers and canes lining the walls. In the far corner, one of these cages contained another girl who was also naked.

“His Little Plaything”-Published under my pen name Violet Knoxville Hustler 2012. (light daddy/daughter fantasy)

I rang the doorbell, and took a deep breath. I was scared, nervous, curious. I wondered if answering the ad was a good idea. I needed financial security yes, but at this cost? At the same time, the little voice inside my head that had made me answer in the first place said to me, "You know the real reason you answered that ad. It turns you on. Admit it." It did turn me on. It made my juices flow in my deepest core, and my pussy started to lightly throb. The thought of being taken care of by an older, rich, father-like man. Taken care of in every way- especially sexually. But it all seemed so wrong, so taboo. My worries and anxiety only seemed to escalate the throbbing in my pussy.

Can anyone help me find a story?

I'm not sure if this is the right place to ask, but the sidebar didn't expressly forbid it, so here goes. This story is my white whale. I read it probably 3-4 years ago, most likely on ASSTR.

If I recall correctly one of the opening scenes was of a teenage boy (main character) waking up in bed with his two younger sisters. The entire family was very into incest and fucked often.

Again IIRC the boy babysat quite a few kids, and had relations with all of them. One scene that stuck out to me was where he was at the park with a girl he was babysitting and she sat on his lap on the swing, and proceeded to fuck. Another specific about said scene was that she could "flex" her vaginal muscles.

If you can help me find this story I will be greatly indebted to you. If thisnisnt the right place to ask this, please let me know where I should go. Thank you very much!

like her eyes – (DARK) (MF) – [Rest of Story Free on Kindle]

like her eyesjesse robert samuel

The sky sparkled like her eyes. It was bare and without any clouds to obscure its cast. The sky and her eyes shined a brilliant hue of blue. The rain had now passed. It was only a short time ago, when the rainfall had drenched down. Each drop had been dense and heavy. The rain had spiraled down to the earth, drenching down depressing destruction. The rain had forced everyone and everything under its terrible wrath to feel terror deep within them. The world was cold, while the moist tears fell from the sky. Misery is a world affected by falling loveliness.

The world was now deserted and desolate. As far as the eye could see were great shapely hills of green. And finally, at an immense distance away, the mounds of grass reached up and touched the sky at the horizon. The tyrannical tempest knocked every blade of grass back and forth with its oppressive control. The world was not empty. Rubbish flew through the air as meagre remnants of the dead Earth. Paper crinkled as it was effortlessly spread across the land and dust spun through the air.

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