The story had a young couple who could not pay rent, and the husband reluctantly agrees to his wife’s idea of sleeping with the landlord. There was 2 parts to it.
Will the author or anyone share it, if you can remember?
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The story had a young couple who could not pay rent, and the husband reluctantly agrees to his wife’s idea of sleeping with the landlord. There was 2 parts to it.
Will the author or anyone share it, if you can remember?
Today, their Queen lies on my table; she lies on her back with her legs tied at the knees so they’re spread wide but not so much that she’s uncomfortable, letting the smell of fear from her pussy fill the room. Her arms are bound behind her back, she doesn’t look too comfortable like that. Her entire body is exposed; she’s a natural beauty, and seeing her like this, bound to my every command, the Queen of the South, it makes me so hot.
I order my men to unbound her arms and wrists.
Still bound by her legs I enjoy watching her tits jiggle and sway as they set her back down.
I’ve been adamant about bringing her to me unharmed. My men have done well.
She looks at me with fear in her eyes as I take my time with every step towards her vulnerable frame; she’s no stranger to many ways; it’s too bad we couldn’t become one.
Once upon a time on a little blue world, on a little island, there was a little girl. Her only family in the world was her big sister. They both had problems. And when things got rough and that little girl was going to be taken away, big sis finally bit the bullet. And took a job that guaranteed some money. Mostly in small bills.
Their big problems abated, but their personal lives got a bit more twisted. The big sister worked her herself hard, and tried to be a good example. But her example was rather tainted at this point. But at least their was food on the table and the bills were paid.
12 years later a meteor crashed on that island.
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Lilo couldn’t believe it, she was standing in front of a full length mirror with a scowl on her face. This was a big deal! She’d been 18 for just a few months and her sugar daddy was supposed to take her out tonight while Nani was working!
It’s my first time.
We should go slow.
He should ease into me gently, pushing in, inch by inch, my lips parted, mouth dry.
But I don’t do what I should. I do what I want.
I grab his ass, dig my fingers into his bare skin and pull him into me, to the hilt, fast.
It burns, I’m torn, so full. But still, the pain twists beautifully with pleasure and I cry out.
“Yes!” and he growls into the curve of my neck, hips pumping faster, now longer for foreplay but now for a purpose.
His lips find mine and he smothers my cries for him to push deeper and just does—my body pinned to the mattress from being so deeply impaled by his thick, vast cock.
Our bodies are dewy with sweat, the heat between us thick, sticky.
“Oh Daddy!” I cry, his mouth nipping at my ear, filling my head with deep growls of passion.
He begins to pump quicker now, his orgasm crawling up his thighs, making its way to his massive cock.
*A story about incorporating and feeling power exchange in simple actions.*
It was one of those late summer days, even in the afternoon there was still just a touch of coolness in the air, like it wouldn’t be long now before the signs of fall started showing up. The sky shown a brilliant shade of blue, and with the gorgeous sunshine streaming in the window, I couldn’t help but smile. I could hear you upstairs, moving about and getting ready for the day, the sound of water running and the light hum of some music moving hanging in the air, but I had other things on my mind, the sunshine and a chance to spend the rest of the day with you in it, or at the very least in the shade of it.
Just a little background, this story is inspired by a new online friend that I met via the r/RAOMD sub. It’s been awhile since I have written any erotica or any fiction period, so please be kind but would gladly accept any constructive thoughts on style and context.
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After 30 minutes of walking, I grab her hand and lead her off the trail’s path; she follows, her hand never leaving mine. We climb our way up and around to a spot above the trail that I feel will suit my intentions, finding a flat opening with a large hemlock tree and numerous rocks.
I pull her close, nuzzling my face into her neck, smelling her, listening to her breath, waiting for her to speak. I sense her mouth opening and push against the 200-year-old hemlock’s massive trunk. As her body rests against the tree, I cup my palm over the crotch of her jeans, her pussy is pulsating heat. I grind my hand into her crotch, I can feel her buttocks clench, and she closes her eyes and bites her lips. I nuzzle my face to her neck again and whisper, “your cunt has been cooking this whole time, huh?”
Say Please
She looked up and down the street then down at the piece of paper in her hand. This seemed to be the right address but the nondescript door had no number or company name.
The dark reflective surface of the door offered an opportunity to check her appearance. Pleased with what she saw she pushed back a few stands of hair. A buzzer to the left of the door caught her eye. She reached out an index finger and pressed the button.
“Yes”? A female voice startled her. She looked around for the speaker somewhat flustered but none was to be seen, feeling slightly foolish she leaned toward the buzzer “Uh I have an appointment for two o’clock”.
“Your name please” came the prim response. She looked at the paper again “uh…Aquitaine”? She wondered once again why he had booked in another name. With a voice that she was sure carried a hint of a smile the woman announced “please come in”.
**Sins from my Stepmother by C.R.R. Crawford**
*This is a work of fiction.* *Any resemblance to actual or past events and individuals is entirely coincidental.* *All characters are 18 years of age or over.*
**I**
My name is Teddy Carlson. I’m twenty-two years old and I fucked my stepmother. Not just once in some momentary lapse of judgement. But again and again…and again.
Before you judge me, there’s a few things you need to understand. First, Dad and I never exactly got on like a house on fire. He was the CIO of a large hedge fund which meant that he wasn’t around much. He travelled to Europe regularly and commuted during the week to Manhattan for meetings.
When he was home, he was either at the office working late or in his study with the door firmly shut. I tended not to see him except at breakfast or dinner, and then, the conversation was largely unbearable. Dad would inevitably turn to sport, our single subject of common interest. “Hey, Teddy, you know the last time the Yankees played the Cubs at Wrigley on an 101 degree day, Bernie Williams hit two homers?” I’d nod along, feigning interest, as he reeled off a series of even more mind-numbing stats. Finally, Mom would interject by trying to steer the conversation to art – her single subject of common interest with Dad.
While the girls were gone I decided it was high time to break the news to my now ex friends with benefits fuck toy Jessica.
Jessica like all of us was 18 about to be 19 in a couple of weeks.
Jessica was a girl that all of us had grown up together and had known each other for years.
We tried the whole girlfriend boyfriend thing a couple of years back but quickly called it off after a couple of months due to weirdness. And pretty much stopped talking to each other other than the occasional hello in shared classes and in the hallways.
Then about 7 or 8 months back we rekindled our friendship….somewhat and became more fuck buddies than friends with benefits.
Sure we would do the occasional hangout or go do things together like normal friends would but in the end we would tear each other’s clothes off and fuck. Sometimes multiple times until one of us is too exhausted to continue.
Sometimes she’d leave my place with shaky legs and her panties in her purse or bag. Sometimes I’d leave her place a quart low and thirsty.
Bound by rope on her hands and knees she lies upon the table with her ass in the air, her holes completely exposed to me. Streams of tears flow from her eyes; she struggles for breath against the gag in her mouth; blood and bruises are marked all over her body.
She thought she could get away with selling information about us to those who live for our ruin; today is the day she remembers her place her place as the bitch she is.
Her ass is swollen with massive clusters of blood from her earlier her punishment. The slut looks to be drifting off, so I give her a hard smack on the ass to remind her of her fate. She cries and winces in agony, attempting to formulate muddy words with that gag in her mouth. I’m not one to silence the voice of others no matter how they’ve wronged me, so I release her gag and await the music which is about to soothe my aching ears.