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Bound for the Lost City – Part 2

Abbey

Abbey McNamara moaned loudly as she arched her back, gripping the silk bed sheets and flexing her leg muscles tightly. Her companion’s tongue danced between her thighs with delicate, well practised movements, teasing her just the right amount as she brushed against her clit.

“Ohhh, fuck…” She moaned loudly, closing her eyes and bringing one hand to her right breast, squeezing it over her bikini top. Her other hand reached down to the woman’s black curly hair, her fingers coiling around the locks and pushing in, although the woman resisted.

“Not so fast, I want to make you beg for it.” She purred in her thick mediterranean accent, her olive skin contrasting sharply with Abbey’s pale legs. Abbey’s face turned to an annoyed scowl, although there was still an undertone of pleasure plastered across it. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 6, Part 2 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Plot heavy]

**Jenine**

What did I imagine would happen?

I shrank from every cooking lesson they tried to domesticate me with, but they taught me one must use the ingredients they gave her.

l laughed at the comparison and rested on the stolen rags of those kitchen boogeymen, still white on this side. I breathed in the air, barely sufficient for two people, retreating inside a dirt hole.

Disguise – the first ingredient from our mole. Yes, that is a mole, not us underground people. Her gifts led me to the warehouse data, and my manly comrade used his last tranquilizer to get to the explosive. Then the three of us modified his uniform for me, and the mole brought the aerial variant of the mixer.

All it took was to shake it.

Stray hair got stuck in the mesh above my head. I had to be careful even to free it. The rabble sounded so close. They shouted, increasing their tenacity with anger.

“Someone had to die, Lawrence,” I speculated in front of the guy in the t-shirt and boxers. “They respect power, so let them see it.” Read more »

I got an older man as my workout partner [F21/M50s] [gym] [groping] [oral] [sex]

I’m not a slut, I swear. I’ve only ever had sex with two guys, both which were my boyfriends at the time. So what I did tonight is … well, not reflective of my character. I need to properly explain — I need to start at the beginning.

I’m a regular at this gym that’s got this boring name — Bob’s Gym isn’t the name, but it’s what I’m going to call it. It’s in an industrial part of town, in an unassuming office park, with a quite that give them more space than they know what to do with. Beyond the large main gym area, it’s got rooms stretching back into the building full of workout machines, dance studios, additional weight-training gear, and I don’t know what else. Most of the regulars are office workers, which makes sense given the location, and I’m one of the few college-age girls I see there. I get the occasional glance from a guy — who doesn’t? — but the people there mostly keep to themselves and stay respectful. Read more »

[BDSM] Be Patient

My hand disappears up her skirt. Her eyes look at me full of eager anticipation and worry. It’s not hard to tell where her clitoris will be through her tights. I make a gap between her labia with my index and middle finger, and with the tip of my thumb, I give a downward stroke to the sensitive bulb. She shudders and smiles, excited by my dangerous hand right up against her vulnerability. Then it snatches her engorged clitoris in a hard pinch. A mix of arousal and betrayal comes over her face as she throbs between my knuckle and thumb.

“Please let go, it hurts!” She shudders as she grasps my forearm.

“Kiss me.” I say as I use it to pull her into me.

Our lips touch, and I release her womanhood. She lifts up onto her knees and rests her crotch on my knee, gliding up and down my thigh as she grasps my face.

“Please, please! It’s been so long!” She begs.

“Okay, okay. Get down and put your knees apart.”

She does as she is instructed. My hand disappears up her skirt again and finds its way back to the same spot. It holds her clitoris in the same position, not tightly, but firm enough to be a reminder. Read more »

An Evening with the Girls

This is a story about three young girls, whom I met at a hotel over a weekend. There’s drama, there’s sex and lots and lots of tension. It’s a 35k+ word story, divided over 7 parts.

[Binge on it part by part](https://indiankink.substack.com/p/an-evening-with-the-girls-1), or by the [entire book](https://www.buymeacoffee.com/iskinky92/e/110586) and flip through 100+ pages of excitement.

Dangerous Cravings (M&F)

**Present time**

This was a shit situation from the beginning, “It’s evident you don’t want to be a guest here anymore.” I spoke to her, her eyes fixated on the food in front of her. It was growing cold, as well as my patience. “You’re free to go after tonight.” I sipped on my glass of wine. She looked up staring into my eyes, a disappointed look on her face. “You don’t look surprised, are you not relieved Mrs. Cordova? You get to go back to your husband.”

“Are you not worried I am going to tell someone about all this?”

“You gave me your word, that you would not speak of this to anyone so long as we would not harm you. I kept mine; I expect you to keep yours.” It had been about two weeks since the incident and sadly, she has grown on me. I will deeply miss looking into those green eyes. “And if you do not, well, I’m just willing to take that risk.” Mrs. Cordova was in the wrong place at the wrong time that day.

**Two weeks ago** Read more »

[D/d] [Taboo] Enjoying my daughter’s lactating teen body

I dragged our luggage up the path as my wife went on without me.

“Come to granny!” she exclaimed, the moment our daughter opened the front door, holding our grandchild in her arms. I couldn’t help smile, either. Billy was the cutest little bundle of joy I had ever laid eyes upon.

The last time I felt that way was when Sam was a newborn, twenty years ago. Now she was a mother herself. A fully grown woman. That dark pulse buried inside me crawled up, poking the surface of my brain. Fuck, Samantha had an amazing teen body, further accentuated from giving birth. The dress she wore still hugged the curves of her hips and exquisite legs.

What really got to me, though, were her breasts. I couldn’t help but check out the deep valley of her cleavage, made sexual and obscene by how full and engorged they were with milk.

I swallowed as we hugged, her feminine scent invading my nostrils and making my dick stir with need.

“Thank you for coming, daddy. I appreciate it.”

I smiled. “I wouldn’t leave my babygirl in the lurch.” Read more »

The Nut Spill [M26/F35] [Erotic massage, edging, huge load, breeding]

I sat in the lobby of the carpeted massage parlor in a comfy chair and waited for my name to be called. I wouldn’t say there were porn magazines laying around to look at, but some of the content I found in the lobby was fairly sexual.

I was intrigued by a sex therapy magazine, and I was flipping through it when a thick but fairly short brunette (MILF) in white scrubs came to the door and interrupted my reading by calling my name. “Bryan,” she smiled.

I followed her back to a room in the back, watching her voluptuous ass bounce from side to side as her hips rolled and beckoned me to follow.

She led me into a small darkly-lit room (lit completely by candlelight) where meditation music played softly, and the woman introduced herself as Elizabeth.

“Go ahead and get undressed,” Elizabeth said. “Lay face down on the table with this towel over you, and I’ll come back in a couple of minutes.”

Elizabeth left the room and I undressed completely. I folded my clothes neatly and laid them on a chair beside the padded massage bed. (My boxer briefs lay folded neatly on top.) Read more »

…the best part of that moment… [MF]

I am overwhelmed by the flood on my senses. Your warmth. Your softness. Your intoxicating scent. Your sweet wetness. How eagerly I need to taste you. I ache for this moment.

It is an expression of how I feel about you that supersedes words or gifts or kissing your lips or holding you. This moment is one of the only languages I know to tell you what is bursting inside of me.

And how this moment will bring your sweetest moans. Your sexiest, most melodious sighs. And the tightening of your muscles as your hips move and crave. That soon your little fingers in my hair will pull and push me to those places that make your legs tremble and your toes curl. That soon your passion will escalate and your gorgeous, primal wildness will shine like the sun. And soon I will hear that call. That call that thrills me: “Fuck me!” or “I want you inside me” or “Cum to me!” Read more »