I want you, in every way. [F4M [soft] [that guy]

I know my letter hasn’t made it to you—my letter full of all the naughty, heathenish things I want  to do to/with/on you—but I have an addendum:

I want to pet your shoulders, wrap my forearms under your arms and up your back, hold onto you like a harness while you catch you breath. 

I want to play with your hair until you fall asleep on the couch with your head in my lap, watching Audrey live her dream Italian life. 

I want to sit like that for an hour after you drift off, and study all the bits of your relaxed face I never get to see anymore. 

I want to sit in your lap and shave you with a straight razor, like in Bond, and watch you nervously accept your fate and practice trusting me. I want to rub cream into your cheeks, mould them into funny faces, then take your life into my hands. Show you how I will never, ever let you get hurt. Follow the curves of your body which is somehow not just a gift to you but also, now, to me? Wrap a warm towel on your chin; douse you in oil. Kiss you until you lean all the way back onto the bathroom tiles, and have my way with you there. 

Blueberry Girl Domination [OC]

You’ve always wanted this.

To swell. To gurgle. To hear the juices sloshing around in your body.

You’re scared of what this might mean. Becoming imobile. A fat and juicy woman. A blueberry.

But Master commands you. And you must obey. You belong to him.

You’re scared and helpless. Master forces the gum into your mouth. The sweetness floods your mouth.

You swallow. As the gum sinks to your stomach, you feel the change begin. You’ll never be the same. Your life is over.

You squirm as your nose turns blue, but to no avail. Nothing can help you now. Your fate is belongs to Master.

A wave of heat trickles from your head all the way down to your feet. You’re beginning to change.

Your skin turns to blue, creeping across your body. It lets off a sweet aroma as master licks you top to bottom. Tasting his treat for himself.

As your skin changes, you feel thicker. Your cheeks blooming outwards. Your arms. Your chest. Your stomach. Your ass. Your legs. Even your pussy. Everything getting fatter. Slicker. Juicier.

Summer Fun Part 3 (FF) (New Love) (Bondage) (Squirting) (Oral) (Edging) (Forced Orgasms)

[Full Story](https://rileyblackstone.com/category/summer-fun/)

[Part 1](https://rileyblackstone.com/2021/03/15/summer-fun-part-1/)

[Part 2](https://rileyblackstone.com/2021/03/15/summer-fun-part-2/)

Here is Part 3. Part 4 is in the works! If you missed parts one and two you can find links above to the stories on my blog!

Katie rolled over, the shock of pleasure that exploded from her over-sensitive clit was enough to rip her from the erotic dream she had been having about Samantha. A whimper of pleasure mixed with a little pain escaped her lips before she realized what was happening. She spread her legs apart, hoping to prevent her sensitive clit from being stimulated again.

It had been five days since Samantha had come to her rescue. Katie closed her eyes to try to piece together the whirlwind of events, desires, and emotions that had become her life over the last week. It was exactly one week since she sneaked out of Brett’s bed while he slept, passed out from a night of heavy drinking.

That night Brett had come home, more angry than usual. He’d wanted sex but was too drunk to get an erection. He had tried to take his anger out on Katie, but had been so drunk he had mostly missed with his first swing, only grazing the top of her head. The second swing had missed completely and before he could swing a third time, he had passed out next to her.

[incest] Let’s hold off on the lawyers?

Throwaway name just for this because incest is so dangerous.

Wife and I have a marriage on the rocks. All pretenses of civility are slipping away. We each have consulted an attorney, and separation seemed inevitable. Two adult children, Jonathan and Vanessa, and they’ve chosen sides.

Only reason our household is still together is that my wife and I don’t love each other enough to hate each other. More like roommates. We don’t even fight anymore, not like before. Bicker a lot, about almost everything, but not much emotion in it. Kids took sides many years ago. Daddy’s girl and Mommy’s boy. In fact, they fight more than my wife and I.

And here’s a snapshot for you – wife and I at dining room table disagreeing about something. Everything, really. Jon comes over and stands behind her. Like he’s her wingman. Standing behind her chair, he puts his hands on her shoulders, encouraging her, support in her struggle. She visibly relaxes, the contact soothing her. She reaches up and across her chest and pats his hand with hers, then leaves hers there on top of his. It is almost an embrace. Then he gives her shoulders little squeezes, slight rubs. The little shit is caressing his mother right in front of me, and she starts to smile, then tries not to. The boy she loves has her back as she deals with the man she doesn’t love anymore. His hands are openly massaging her now, stroking her, and she loves it. She leans back into him, away from me.

Helping Out at School [MF] [Part 8]

I have finally resumed writing. See my last post on my profile for more info about my absence and where things will go moving forward. As always, feedback is much appreciated.

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As I made my way towards Mrs. Lancaster’s office, I had a million thoughts running through my head. Of course, the worst case scenarios went through my mind. I felt like Mrs. Lancaster knew everything that I had did, with Sadie, and even worse, with Scarlett. Technically, I hadn’t done anything illegal, but I knew that I could easily get fired for it and potentially have my future ruined. Sadie didn’t make it seem like anything was wrong after she talked to the principal, but maybe she didn’t have anything to do with this.

I finally entered the office, feeling like everyone who I had passed in the halls knew all of my secrets. My face couldn’t have been helping, as I felt very flushed. Upon entering, the receptionist made eye contact with me while talking to someone on the phone. I stood there with my sweaty hands in my pockets waiting for her to address me. After a few moments, she hung up the phone, and turned towards me and said, “Principal Lancaster will see you now.”

Step Sister Corruption Part 92 – Day 55 Endurance (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

I can’t believe the girl’s talked me into this shit.

After my birthday, on Monday we had our meeting with Dr. Braxter letting her know that we will participate in her test being subjects but had to meet a few of our demands.

Our first demand was that Summer be included in the same test as us.

The second was we be tested at the same time.

And three Dr. Braxter got us a contract outlining everything and get us the most money without losing their ability to sell their eggs so they could get extra money.

That was the girl’s main concern being so they could get as much money as possible.

Dr. Braxter of course agreed with her own privados. The girl’s needed to switch to the o-plug which they admitted they had. Dr. Braxter was taken back for a moment but asked how long ago. The girl’s admitted not long ago but it was long enough for Dr. Braxter to request an emergency egg test.

Dr. Braxter wanted me to go do an endurance test. And required the girl’s to submit to a full calibration test before she could proceed on anything.

Mutual Masturbation [MF]

It was a Saturday night. Kids were gaming in thier rooms, lost in the online world. Most important fact is that they wear headphones. Good ones that block out the sound.

My wife and I were binge watching something on netflix when she announced she was going for a shower before the next episode.

I killed some time and she came back down with a loose fitting longer top that covered her bottom but I could tell by the way her shirt was clinging she didn’t have a bra on.

We quickly chat about the show and she snuggles back under her blanket and we restart. A few minutes in I hear this faint buzzing sound. Only it’s faint enough that I don’t realize I hear it for a few minutes. I ask my wife (A) if she hears it and her answer was a little flighty and she says oh it’s probably the kids in thier rooms and it stops.

Few minutes go by and I hear it again and suggest that maybe the speaker is going on the tv. A suggests I check the tv and as I get up to the tv it stops again.

Taking Ella’s virginity in The Dungeon [Age Gap] [Barely Legal] [Rough]

It was raining in Philly, and the bustling streets didn’t do much to quell the headache of a man who was impatiently inching forward at every red light. Jack Moreau would proudly consider himself successful, tout it at parties in a suit and tie even. On the outside he had everything anyone could ever want, but behind closed doors he harbored a secret that wouldn’t leave his own bedroom.

The man was forty-nine now, and though his wife was pretty, she had stopped wanting sex almost a decade prior, earlier than she should have, which meant he suffered through his own intense sexual desire every day.

In the beginning he swore to himself to be loyal, to stop stealing lustful glances at young fit women he crossed through his day. But every day it was harder and harder to keep his physical needs at bay, and eventually trying to get the job done himself just became a chore. He could only think of perky tits and tight cunts so much without being able to touch them. To just think about the dripping, instead of feel it on his fingertips as he plunged them inside. It was torture, so when an opportunity fell in his bulging lap, he was like a dying man refusing water. He couldn’t.

I’m trying to find a story

I read a story on Reddit once where there were two people tied up while a crowd watched them try not to cum. If one did they would be punished and the other would be rewarded but the time got longer for every day neither came. Can you help me?

Poker night (FMMMM)/(FF)/free use/gangbang

Cara is not your typical girl. She’s average height, more average than model in looks except her eyes are striking ocean blue. She has the old world Italian body type. She always tells herself “I’m cuddly not fat” but deep down she knows she should lose weight. Her boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind though. He loves grabbing onto her hips, or her juicy bubble butt and slamming into her so hard she screams. Actually that’s what started this whole thing. Cara would do anything to please Tom. He was definitely the alpha, at 6’2″ and 255lbs of solid muscle he could make any girls panties wet with just a look, but to top off the sexy meter he was a fireman.