I came home earlier than expected from a work trip. Why? Who comes home early from a work trip? When a hurricane or tropical storm or whatever grounds your flight and you’re a flight attendant. That’s who. I won’t say where I am from. Not yet. Like I said, I don’t want this getting out. Not yet. I need some advice first. Or a plan. Or a plan and advice. I need something. I’ve been good in my marriage. Really. Despite being a flight attendant, slim, and in shape, and constantly being sought after by pilots, I have stayed true. During my marriage. Not so much before that, but yeah. I’ve only been with my husband since being married. Despite the ample opportunities that have been presented. It’s true. Pilots are something else. The stigma is real. Back to my coming home early. Or is it me coming home early? I’m not sure. I’m a flight attendant, not an English teacher.
Category: Erotica
Sia’s city exhibitionism Part 3 [solo, public , FF]
Sia felt so fulfilled and comfortable in her own skin she could’ve gone straight home, but she suddenly remembered the reason why she came here today: “The party!” she exclaimed and hurried out of the shopping center. It was almost nine now and the bar had surely opened already and it was being filled with the usual people. She took a few turns down some alley ways, where just a block off, she could already see some lights and music playing. The bar was called ‘The Black Rose’. She wasn’t aware of the naming process, but it was a bit cheesy for her taste. The folks who frequented the place were all mostly women who had a particular interest and the owners replied with equipping the place with lighting to fit the mood, some stalls for privacy and some round tables encircled by sofas which were unusually low. While the bar hadn’t explicitly allowed, nor advertised ‘that’ sort of behavior, it was usually tolerated, as long as nobody caused any trouble and stayed within reason and good taste and fun.
Fun during a snowstorm [MFM]
During a snowstorm that left many without heat and power, my wife and I found a way to keep things hot. A friend of ours snapped me and asked what we were up to. I told him we were just hanging out and drinking a few beers and he asked if we’d pick him up. We live in a small town and he was only a couple of blocks away so I said we’d be there in a few minutes.
I guess a little back story is needed here. My wife, our friend, and I have had a threesome a couple months back. It was our first and we all had a pretty good time. My wife has gotten into being an exhibitionist over the last couple of years and I love it. We used to post pretty much daily on Reddit and she even had a premium Snapchat for a while until a couple of people recognized her and we didn’t want it getting out in our small town. After our initial threesome we had all agreed we wanted to do it again. Our friend, we’ll call him “Jake”, had hit us up a couple of times but we were too busy to get into anything. That was until the snowstorm hit.
How to train your virgin. Part 4 (FM)
It had been a week since I’d woken with Charles in my bed. Paul’s birthday had been and gone, the house inundated with friends and family, barely giving me a chance to breathe let alone steal a few moments with Charles. It had been 7 days since I’d felt his hands caress the curves of my body as we got dressed. Soft kisses and sweet nothings traded between. It had been 168 hours since he left my bedroom with a smile.
I’d spent a lot of that time remembering the hours we spent together, replaying them in my head, the ache between legs growing until I had no choice but give in and give myself some relief. Evenings spent texting him, every notification of my phone sending a tingle through my body in anticipation of it being him.
I suppressed the guilt, holding it down with rationalisations and excuses. I knew I was infatuated with him, in lust with him and I didn’t care. I’d spent a week with my nerves on fire, my throbbing pussy almost permanently wet. I couldn’t remember ever being this horny before.
John’s Day Out, Part 2 [MM] [Oral] [Anal] [Fiction]
He was right, of course. While it’s what he would’ve preferred, John wasn’t sure he could’ve made it through a night of drinks and talking. Not in a bar like this. His eyes locked with the stranger’s.
“Could even make you a drink when we get there, if you want~” The stranger offered. “Sound good~?”
It really did. Maybe a night with this stranger would help clear his head. He could pass by Marcia without thinking of what it would be like to pin her against the nearest flat surface.
“Sure.”
He just wished that could’ve sounded a little more confident. Not that it seemed to matter to this young man, given the wicked grin he wore.
“Then why wait~? Let’s go!”
For someone so small, he had a firm grip. John was tugged along by this stranger, out of the bar and a ways down the street. Until they came to an apartment building, and not a cheap looking one at that.
“Francois,” His stranger said to the bellhop out front. “I’ll be having a guest for a few hours. Don’t let anyone up, okay?”
John’s Day Out, Part One [MM] [Oral] [Anal] [Fiction]
He missed his bed.
John knew his own bed, traveled every contour of its surface in nights of restless sleep. His head remembered the pillows, their softness worn away from years of use. His body felt for the mattress, the divots it had created as he often fell in after a tough day of work. Not even the sheets, with holes from which stuffing creeped which he’d been too lazy to fix, were missing. Replaced by a bed that had never been slept in. The warmth of these sheets, and the mattress’ soft surface beneath his back, were nice amenities to be sure. For a moment, he even considered going back to sleep. But, a promise WAS a promise. And when Marcia had already been so kind, doing this little thing wouldn’t hurt.
Forcing himself to wake up, John shoved the covers aside. Even in just the single night, staying with his neighbor was the most sleep he’d gotten in weeks. He’d even done so in pajamas, mostly to avoid uncomfortable situations in the middle of the night. Thankfully his wardrobe was 90% sweatpants, so finding something to put on had been no trouble at least. He’d put on a shirt as well, though something told him that would be less of an issue. Odds were, she wouldn’t be interested in his chubby stomach and hairy chest.
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He commanded her to look at him. Still standing at attention, she took her time, knowing well what was coming. Oh so slowly, she raised her lashes to meet his gaze. Grasping her chin with leashed strength, he tilted her head back, past the point of comfort, forcing her shift her body to ease the strain.
Stepping closer, directly in front of her, the hand at her chin slid back sinuously. Grabbing a fist full of hair, he pulls roughly, and she lets loose an involuntary hiss between pouting lips. His other hand strokes the tender white of her throat, before wrapping it in a vice-like grip.
“ You’ve made this mistake before, babygirl”, he murmurs, his soft voice at odds with his cold words, making her shiver with both arousal and fear.
“ You promised it wouldn’t happen again. I thought you understood me. You are not to touch touch yourself without my permission. Now, I have to punish you. Do you understand? “ .
He leans in, kissing her throat softly… here, there, anticipation and need making her squirm . He pauses at the base of her neck, lips lingering, before sinking his straight teeth into the muscle at her shoulder. Letting go, he steps back from her, arms folded across his broad muscles chest, waiting for her.
The Heorine of Gluttony pt. 2
The king and queen received the heroine and her entourage when they arrived at the King’s Landing. The people cheered all the way as they walked to the palace.
People were dancing, and children sang legends of the heroine, and they admired her beauty, which was other worldly, not even fairies and elves could compete with her.
When the King saw Jasmin, he could barely contain his lust. This woman had to be his.
King Louis was a handsome man. He was masculine, strong, youthful, and he would stay in his prime for 30 more years due to his bloodline.
But King Louis had a secret. He wanted to be fat and hedonistic. He had spent the last decade pretending to be a good king, along with the tremendous responsibility and hard work that came with that mask.
He couldn’t wait to be finally able to eat and fuck as much as he wanted with whoever he wanted, especially Jasmine and her female comrades.
Jasmine and her entourage were the remaining force that could threaten his power, and once they were subdued, he would be free to live out his fantasy.
King Louis had already implemented policy which mandates the noble to send their children to the Temple of Light, and half of the children would become celibates, or contribute to breeding new generation of warriors, wizards, knights, in case the dark force returned.
Through public education, the king owns the minds and loyalty of the children.
The ultimate purpose of this policy was population control, through selective breeding, the King was planning to reduce the offsprings of the nobles, and the new bred of children, with improved bloodline, would serve the Temple of Light, and the throne.
“My beloved heroes and heroines. You have saved the kingdom! I shall reward your deeds”, said the King.
Now the king had a number of scholars in his court. The court used to be filled with aristocrats, lords of multiple states, clergies of different religions, but during the long years of battles, the Temple of Light and the scholars had come to prominent.
Secretly, the Temple was a breeding lab for the king. Subjects with the best bloodline would be chosen for breeding.
The scholars had systematically, and gradually, dominated the literatures of the Kingdom. The sole purpose of their existence was to marginalize the voices of different religions, and ultimately control the thinking of people.
By the time they fulfilled their purpose, there shall be no more wizards, necromancers, lords, fractions, and other religions, or schools of thoughts, outside of the official Temple of Light.
Eventually, citizens would not bear any weapon other than kitchen ware or farm tools. All shall be peasants and subject to the absolute ownership of the throne.
In the name of unity, all the religions had to contribute their crafts to the Temple. The templars, initially created as a benign neighbourhood militia to protect citizens from infiltration of the dark force, had expanded and extended to every part of the kingdom.
They held all noble families hostage, serving as the secret police force for the King.
“My King, I had received guidance from the Spirits. It opened my eyes for the future of the Kingdom. It is of utmost important that I bring this matter to you and the court for discussion”, said Jasmin. She was sure the good and gentle King would be happy to hear what she was going to tell him.
“Beloved Jasmine, you may speak your mind. Please do. The insights you learned from the Spirits must be very precious. Please, write down everything you hear from the Spirits. I will assign the scholars to take down notes and make a book out of these important insights”, said the King, “but for now, let us celebrate. Drink! Good heroes of Aristoro! Drink away!”
The feast was abundant. There were plenty of wines and beers. Delicious desserts and foods they had not tasted since they embarked on their quest were heavenly.
Musicians and poets sang their praises and beautiful, young women and men danced before the heroes.
The Heorine of Gluttony Pt 1.
Jasmin and her entourages had finally slain Belphegor, the archdemon of Gluttony, a fat demon boss, after having campaigned for 10 long years.
They had fought many a battle, gained immeasurable power, learned secrets of this Universe, and after many legendary campaigns, they did it.
Many lives were lost and they were worn out.
The last battle with the archdemon was traumatic. They could never forgot the flabby, 18 feets tall archdemon.
The dungeon that sat its throne was fully of very delicious foods and beautiful, female creatures of various weights. Some of them were elves, some were humanoid with tails, some were furries, and some of them were human warrioress like Jasmin, but had fallen before the demons. The archdemon had captured them, and put them in chains for fattening.
Belphegor enjoyed watching these female heorines slowly fell for pleasures, and a lot of lot of sex. In the beginning of their captivity, they were all pure and athletic and slim, and refused to surrender to the demon, but after many temptations and watching their fellow heroines succumbed, it was only a matter of time until each one of them fell.
In exchange for foods and pleasures, these heroines would eventually bred with Belphegor and his minions, and this was how the demons reproduced.
It was an epic battle. It wasn’t impossible to defeat Belphegor, but the biggest danger of fighting the archdemon of gluttony was psychological. It was almost impossible to resist the lure of gluttony.
When Jasmin’s legendary sword, Rimeheart, pierced through Belphegor’s obese body, the archdemon screamed, “Aaaaahhhhhhhahaha. *cough *cough* It wasn’t over *cough*. Mortal! We shall meet again and you will become my fat slave and beg for my fat dick muhahahahhaha”. He thought he would die right away after his last words.
“Um…hm?”, Belphegor was perplexed why he hadn’t died yet.
“It takes awhile. My sword prefers to torture the enemy for a bit”, said Jasmin with a mischievous smile.
Rimeheart was imbued with lightening magic. It sent electrical shocks to the archdemon every 6 seconds.
“Aaaaahh. Stop it! Kill me know bitch”, Belphegor screamed.
“Bitch you are gonna pay for this. aaaahhhhhhh”
An hour later, his body was evaporated by the lightening power of the sword.
Was Belphegor dead for real? Would it return to wreak havoc one day?
The sight of the fat demon and his female feedee slaves would haunt Jasmin’s dreams and never went away.
Jasmin had become the most powerful human of the world. No human, nor demons, came close to her power
Her battles tested body was resistant to magic, poison, or physical attack. In the realms of men, there wasn’t body that was a feminine as her— she had every curve that a beautiful woman should have.
While every women were short of perfection due to blemish of some kinds, Jasmin had no imperfection.
Every ounce of her muscle had explosive power and strength, but it wasn’t bulky, or masculine, at all.
Through years of physical training and previous generations of breeding and selecting for battle purposes, her blood was of the most elitist in the humans’ realms.
Due to her bloodline, her beautiful appearance and body would stay at the peak state of youthfulness and beauty for another 90 years.
Often, Jasmin would think about the last words of Belphegor and touch herself when bathing in river, or creek.
The men wished they could look at her body. But her personal guards, the iron maiden, would encircle the bathing spot.
Finally, they were able to go home. They returned to the Kingdom of Aristoro, and the king had organized a big feast for their return.
The kingdom of Aristoro was under the iron rule of king Louis.
The kingdom once almost became a republic, but long years of battles with the dark force had regressed the kingdom back to the dark age.
King Louis had subtly consolidated almost all power to the throne.
King Louis descended from long lines of kings, many of whom were puppets, and the best among them had just enough power to counterbalance the court.
Under king Louis, through political machinations, he disarmed and impoverished the noble class, and arranged for them to live in his palace, in the name of unity, but actually for better control.
Before they realized what was going on, they were rendered powerless, and serving only as the king’s puppets.
This was done so cleverly, under the disguise of fighting the dark force.
Every time the dark force threatened the kingdom, Louis, known as the good and gentle king, would beg the aristocrats to contribute men and resources. Gradually, their power dwindled, but the king promised them it was only temporary, until the battle was over.
Jasmin’s family was one of the noble houses. Now that her quest was over, she felt it was finally time to reform the kingdom.
She had learned about what happened to her family, but she didn’t believe it was all by the king’s design. She thought King Louis had to do it to unite the kingdom given the threat of the dark force.
During one of her many quests, she had received guidance from the spiritual realm, and learned about governmental structure that would free her people from their regressive way.
Since she had just saved the kingdom, surely the good and gentle king Louis, and the people of Aristoro, would listen to her.
It was time for a change.
“I have a bad feeling about the king’s feast Jasmin. Something dark is lurking. There is a cloud blocking my clairvoyance on this”, said the good wizard, Alfreddor, a 186 years old magician, well versed in clairvoyance, fire magics, and mass area spells and curses.
“Hahaha, you think too much. We’d just defeated Belphegor, what else can harm us?”, said Trevor, a white knight of the Temple of Light, the official religion of Aristoro. His whole life was dedicated to the Temple of Light and its doctrines.
Stepdad and friends [mmmf][gangbang][anal][dp]
Her full bosom was nearly bursting from the tight sheer black teddy covering her torso, the hourglass of her waist hugged by a slender black thong. She had just finished putting on make up after an immaculate grooming from head to toe. Her step father had been fucking her for the last six months, and tonight he was sharing.
She was standing in the foyer as the doorbell rang; a thin black leash dangling from the little collar gripping her neck, her smooth skin catching the light as her full lips spread into a smile, mischievous green eyes following her master as he approached. She made sure she was standing straight, the tail trailing from the plug in her ass peeking from her thong, swaying as she shifted her hips from side to side.
His big hand moved to grip the leash, dark eyes appraising her from the feet up; taking in her muscular legs, sliding along the curve of her waist and lingering on the erect nipples protruding from her silk top before meeting her gaze. He slapped her hard, her cheek turning red, “why are you standing bitch, I told you to be a good kitten when we have company,” pulling her leash tight as he watched her lower to all fours, his hand print dark on her cheek as she looked up at him with watery eyes, “I’m sorry sir,” her voice low as he glowered down