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Princes reunited [MM]

Prince Theed Adrsae, heir apparent to the Kingdom of Endromur, huffed in the cold winter air and ran a hand through is unruly brown hair as he watched the horizon from his receiving tent.

“How long?” he asked his eunuch-equerry, Qru

“Momentarily, my prince”

Theed was a tall, well-muscled boy of sixteen years. His silk deep blue tunic did little to hide his taut chest. Already he had gained a reputation as an intelligent manipulator and talented warrior among his father’s court. Around him was arrayed thirty of his retainers, each hand picked from the elite Mandatories Corps, once a conscripted unit, know a volunteer force. His banner swayed in the light morning breeze.

The crunch of frosted grass announced the arrival of delegation from Kefreria. A squadron of two score horse archers crested the rise and came down to meet the reception party. At its head was a boy of similar age and height to the Prince, clad in reds. His long hair framed the dark skin and characteristic cheekbones of Kefererian nobility. He carried himself self as a high-born son Read more »

[kindle] My Gift to You by Faye Hall

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Her long black hair fell softly around her naked shoulders, loose silken strands gently escaping, caressing her bare breasts. Her dark, piercing eyes followed her caressing hands, her soft fingertips lightly touching his bare flesh. His eyes moving, absorbing inch by glorious inch of her bare flesh, he felt arousing warmth filling him.

This naked innocent was more exquisite, more breathtaking than he could have dared to imagine possible. She was so much more than he ever thought any woman could be.

When she reached for him, her soft fingers teasingly taking his jerking organ, he was sure he would pass out from the pleasure he felt.

At the very least, he knew he would soon disgrace himself in her hand if she didn’t stop her teasing attentions. Moving his hands to hers, he tried to push her away.

Slowly her naturally pink, almost blood red lips pouted, her hand gradually ceasing its attentions.

"Please, Bailey. I want this . . . want you."

Focusing in on all the beautiful, dark features of this girl, Bailey could feel himself being filled by a strange, though intense, feeling. He knew he should refuse this woman's advances… Read more »

The Merman’s Embrace

He placed my hand on a rock jutting out of the water, and in leaning my weight on the rock, I located another smooth and flat, under the surface. I made myself comfortable using the two as a recliner, the water coming up to my chest, and gestured for him to join me. Coming toward me he placed his hands on my thighs instantly causing a spark of excitement and a rush to my head. I gasped as he leaned in and placed his lips to my neck, sucking hard enough as to be almost painful, and then began nibbling at the edge of my ear, his breath soft and warm. I wanted to stop him. To talk. To get to know him. But I had lost control of all of my senses the moment he touched me. I floated in a cloud of passion, losing all sense of where I was, eyes closed feeling only his lips, his hands moving over my body. His mouth traveled down to my chest and somehow my top came loose at the neck freeing my breasts to bob at the water’s surface. Hands cupping each, his lips gently took in one erect nipple. Opening my eyes I peered down at him. His eyes were closed as he savored my soft bosom. My hands ran through his thick mane. Abruptly his eyes opened catching mine hypnotically. They seemed to glow, bright green in the dim evening light. One hand brushed down my midsection, past belly button, tickling my skin as it moved lower. The button between my legs grew to meet his touch as he delicately moved over it causing a soft moan to escape my throat. Read more »

Detention [FMF]

My patience slowly ticks away as the minutes tick on. We’re the only three in detention, and the hour seems to be taking longer than it should. I could say that I don’t know why I’m in detention, but I do. I smirk softly remembering that reason. It is the same reason why she is here too. You happen to catch us in the girls’ bathroom during study period, in a most compromising position. Her sitting on the sink, her skirt pushed up, and my head wedged in between her legs. Oh, I heard you come in, but I didn’t want to stop. I like being watched. And it took you a couple of minutes before you actually stopped us. Reminiscing about it produces heat between my legs and my nipples harden, becoming sensitive beneath my lace bra.

I shoot a quick glance to her and know she is thinking about it too. Her hand slowly slips up her leg and under her skirt. I bite my lip, wanting to taste her again. Remembering how she smells, I squirm in my seat. You are unaware, or not wanting to react just yet to the growing tension. We both jump as your cell suddenly goes off. Checking the number, you excuse yourself into the hall to answer it. Read more »

Bulleit Rituals

When I’m alone at night I can hear your name whimper out of the edge of the glass as it swipes across my lips. It only happens when it’s late and I’m weak and the only thing left of the day is an empty stomach of bourbon. It happens as I light a cigarette I dug out of the ashtray with your lipstick on it. That’s the moment. The witching hour.

It’s your true name that I hear: the sound you cry when you are clawing at the floorboards, bucking with your high heels, with your hands twisting by your side. When, next to the bookshelf, your legs are in the air and a lock of hair is pinned to your lip. With your dress caught around your waist and your bra pulled down and your eyes glaring back over your shoulder—it’s the sound you scream out as you exhale a hundred short breaths of “oh fuck” with one arm behind your back and the floor wet with sweat.

That’s the name that summons you, called three times and crossed with whiskey.

[mf] My Wife’s Mother

My wife, Beth, and her mother, Ruth, were flying to Colorado today to visit Beth's brother. They were downstairs packing. We had to leave in about twenty minutes for the airport. After dropping them off I had planned to go to a party our firm was throwing for some clients. I was in my home office upstairs answering an e-mail when Ruth appeared in the doorway. I said, "Ready to go?" She leaned against the doorframe and pulled up her dress to show me she had no panties on. Her grey pussy hair was matted from the moisture of her hot cunt. "John, you could say so; meet me in your bathroom." Senior citizens running around with no underwear, what's the world coming to?

She kept her dress on high as she passed me, wiggling her ass, and went into my private bath. My dick was hard from the sight of her well used pussy and ass. My cock knew both very well. I entered the bathroom, and I saw Ruth had bent over the counter with her dress up on her back. Her naked pussy was gleaming with her desire and she reached between her legs rubbing her clit. "Get your pants off, John, we don't have much time. Beth might come up any minute looking for me." I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Even after twenty years, the sight of her wet cunt still got me hard quickly. I notched the beast into her pussy and pushed it home. Read more »

A Succubus’ Discretion [1]

He was sitting on the end of his bed unable to move. His hands felt like lead weights lying against the mattress, his back stiff and legs numb resting on the floor. He couldn’t turn his head but could hear the soft breathing of his girlfriend behind him. This wasn’t uncommon, Mark would get sleep paralysis a couple times a year though it was always frightening he’d learned that it would soon pass but what was different this time was that he was sitting up and looking out over the bedroom.

His eyes caught a movement off to the side. ‘Someone is here.’ Unable to see far enough into his peripheral vision, there was definitely something moving, getting closer. It stopped. He could feel a chill. The chill of something watching him – eyeing him up. He tried to look away, take his mind off what was surely a nightmare, he could see his bare flesh, the hairs on his arm and chest standing up he felt exposed. Read more »

Love after the Nuclear Holocaust [mf]

We hold each other close like the only survivors in a nuclear winter. It is twilight: days under a blotted sun, nights under blotted stars. A Chernobyl world begging for its concrete grave. She moves naked and freely through the cold wastes, her radioactive body kindred to the radioactive world; each thing contaminating the next; an orgy of free protons and immeasurable half-lives. Atomic heat from a fallout heart.

She sits on my lap, facing me, her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her shirt falling off her shoulder, disintegrating. I lick her neck thirsty for water as microwaves from her body boil me inside. I close my eyes and struggle to think of the cold lakes I grew up around. To think of rusty drinking fountains in summer parks; fetid pool water I've swallowed. I beg for rain. All I receive is fire.

She kisses my closed eye. Her spit is cool for a second on my eyelid, then evaporates in her heat. She is killing me, her breast like uranium, her pussy like plutonium. She pulls me down. I can't resist. Her poison over comes me. Friction, fusion, fission. Read more »

Eldritch Thoughts [MF][T]

Walking through the abandoned church in a slutty nuns costume. This was supposed to be a quick photo shoot and hot fuck, but I lost you. We were heading to the main room when I accidentally stumbled into another hall. I'm freaked out, stumbling back and forth between rooms. I can hear weird noises. Sometimes whispering. I stopped in front of one door and felt something brush against me. Suddenly I can hear your voice. I follow it down the hall to a large room lit with candles. You're there with your camera out whispering to yourself. The room is huge. Its decorated with tapers, candle stands and decorative ornaments on the walls. A large wooden table sits in the front of the room.

You gesture to it, still mumbling to yourself. I smile and seductively climb onto it. The camera begins to click as I begin to pose and play for it. Once on the table, I begin to play with the strings of the corset. At the head of the table must be a stool, you stand on it and become much taller. I lay down on the table looking up at you. Read more »