Lost in the woods. (SCI-FI)

It started out like any normal day. I woke up, ate breakfast, went heading out for my morning jog through the woods. The light seemed odd that morning a strange glow seeped eerily through the trees. As I got further into the woods, I had a strange feeling that I was being followed. I had encountered bears and cougars on my runs before and you could feel their presence. This was different, it was like something else was stalking me. I started running faster and kept looking over my shoulder. I did not see anything but the feeling did not go away. I decided to cut off the path and wait to see of I was indeed being followed. I waited in between two large trees and watched the path hidden out of sight. I waited about ten minutes and no one appeared. I felt then it was all in my imagination and I headed back on the path.

Out of nowhere a bright light blinded me. I became disoriented and stumbled down the side of an embankment. I felt paralyzed and was struggling to breath. I then started feeling as though I was floating into the air. The last thing I remember before passing out was the feeling of icy fingers running over my face.

Reclamation: Part 1 [a dark story about abduction, CNC, bdsm, and slave training of a former FWB]

**Epilogue**

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I had met this amazing woman in college. She was sexy. She was insatiable. She was a gateway to kink. No matter how hard I tried I could not find boundaries with her; “no” just wasn’t in her vocabulary. There were things I didn’t even want but ended up doing for just to see if she would call my bluff. She never did. 

To me she was a drug. The way she smelled, the way she felt, how she tasted, the things she could do, the noises she made, the orgasm she could give me; being with her was a high unlike anything else. And it went both ways – Enough time apart and we’d just start to crave sex with each other. A strong relationship takes more than just sex, and unfortunately it was clear the other facets of a relationship would never work for us. Still it took nothing to end up in bed with each other, or a backseat, or a church, or a mall changing room… We had an off and on again relationship for years that I’d characterize as the best sex that’s been had on earth.  

Why Do I Always Come Back to Her?!? [FM, ex]

Why do I always come back to her? 

I just orgasmed.  My cock is still hard and slick with cum as I slid out of her. I can see her naked ass walking towards the bathroom now with my cum dripping down the inside of her right leg.  I did not use a condom..fuck im am idiot!  

I always come back to her. No matter how hard I try to stay away she always pulls me back it….literally.  

Her name is Gia. Her last name is one of those names that is rare but is easily recognizable.  I won’t say it here for obvious reasons, but I bring it up because it was the topic we talked about when we first met at university some years ago.  She was just as captivating then as she is now.  Dark skin, long straight black hair, brown eyes that spark up when she smiles at you and looks devilish when she drops to her knees in front of you. Gia’s a few inches shorter than me, C cup perky breasts…perkier then than now but still god damn gorgeous. And her hips swaying back and forth accentuating her perfect ass. Her ass is what made me swallow when first meeting her and know that I was helpless.  

A mother’s lust, Part 1 (MMF, cheating, cuckolding, incest)

Jenna sat in the car, the engine running to keep the AC going, the cool air soothing and good against her overheated face. Her heart was pounding and she felt the familiar sticky wetness between her legs as she stared out the windshield at the house she shared with her husband, Dan, the house they now lived in alone after their two grown children had gone out on their own. It was a lovely home, she was proud to note — two stories, a well-kept rambler they’d owned for more than 30 years. An immaculately-trimmed lawn stretched to the curb, and in front of her was her husband’s still fairly new Lexus sedan. She herself drove the Mercedes SUV he’d purchased for her a few years back.

She looked in the mirror, touched her blond-and-brown streaked hair and examined her makeup carefully, trying to get her breathing under control, gazing into the reflection of her disconcertingly beautiful blue-green eyes … asking herself once again if she was going through with this. But today was the day. Things were already in motion. She’d asked Dan to come home early from work so she could share something important with him.

Ava in Aruba

The island of Aruba holds a special place in my heart. From the clear warm blue waters and endless sandy beaches, to the amazing food and hospitality, I have come to love traveling to this wonderful Island in the south Caribbean. In the fall of 2017 I found myself traveling again to Aruba, a family vacation made the destination an easy choice.

The trip was supposed to be a family trip, with the parents, siblings and other close family members. We rented out a nice bungalow AirBnb house, with little privacy for myself, and near zero percent chance to have any fun. I was mistaken.

Ava was on vacation with her parents and younger siblings, staying in a hotel. Ava was from England, 24, and curvy in the right area’s. She was staying at a local hotel with family, and was sharing a room with one sibling. Ava was a short brunette woman, with an accent that would make a choir boy steal from the church till. 

Voyeur Fantasy#1. #upskirt

After posting, scammers, reluctant response and an endless search for Karma I finally did it. Found a fun outgoing married woman for purely non sexual voyeur fun. I placed in the parking lot where we agreed to meet, anxious, happy and aroused. I heard the sharp thud of heels coming from the stairway behind me and turned around. She was stunning, long legs only partial covered by a short flowing skirt. Animated eyes that lit up when I looked up at her. She stood at the base of the stairs and motioned me to follow. I prepared my phone and we began our walk, her slightly in front of me. As she walked up I could see the very thin white thong that framed he lower anatomy perfectly. Her skirt rising ever so much to give my phone a chance to capture every perfect moment.

As we got to the correct level she playfully bent over to give me a completely view, something we both needed at that moment.

Once at her car she opened the door and bent over the driver seat and reached to the passenger side. Giving me and my phone on last view of pleasure.

My Son Wakes Me In A Surprising Way (MF | Incest | Mom/Son | Sleeping | Tricked)

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When I woke up this morning it felt like something was moving between my legs. I could see that there was someone down there. Figuring it was my husband, I pretended to be asleep longer. His tongue felt great as it licked up my wet slit. This was a rare occasion that my husband performed orally for me. I did not want to risk ending it by letting him know I was awake. It became difficult as his mouth became more focused on my clit. He sucked while his tongue massaged against the little button. My husband’s tongue felt like it was waving across my clitoris, it was amazing! That is when I failed at pretending to still be sleeping.

The Story of Cunt II: Day Seven [last day] [BDSM] [public] [forced] [humiliation] [MF/FF]

Cunt knew that today would be different. How did she know that? Well, for one thing, she was definitely about to be arrested. On what charges? Well, the cops weren’t being forthcoming, as usual, but among their rambling, she heard indecent exposure and vagrancy. She tried to explain that she wasn’t a vagrant and that she was only exposing herself if you stick your face down her dress. The cop who was the visual personification of roid rage clearly didn’t appreciate this, because he quickly pushed his way up to the front and quickly flipped her over and cuffed her hands behind her back. Fuck! Cunt didn’t drive in her usual life, so she didn’t know how to flirt her way out of a ticket, let alone an arrest, so she just had to accept that she was being arrested when she found herself in the backseat of a cop car.

The roid rage cop and his buddy got into the car and began driving. What Cunt didn’t seem to realize was that they were simply driving in circles. If she had known that, she would have thought of a backup plan, but right now, assuming she was about to end up in a prison cell, Cunt went with her only option.

Her Path to Power Runs Red

(This was meant for Dirty Pen Pals, but it mgiht fit in a little better here.)

The as yet unnamed woman strode down the ancient hall undeterred by the whispering of the frightened men around her. She hired them as sword wielders and torch holders, not for their minds or particular skills. They were bodies to her. It wasn’t that she expected any specific dangers within the recently discovered tomb, but she had spent enough money trying to find the artifact. A little more on some hired goons wouldn’t break her. Especially if the legends turned out to be true.

As they approached the stone archway, blocked by a door that must have weighed thousands of pounds, the hired goons gaped in awe. The sense of disappointment filled the air. The gate was devoid of any marking but for a hand impression in the dead center of the door.

The Addams Family Chronicles Ch 3 [Taboo][Oral][Pee][Mast]}

Chapter 3:

Everyone Lends A Hand:

Preparations. So many preparations to be made. Menus to be written, invitations to be sent, entertainment to be booked, the house was abuzz with activity. It seemed every waking hour was spent helping to get ready for the magnificent event. A small fortune was being spent on the festivities, but it was money well spent. After all, it would have only otherwise been wasted on things like helping the poor and the needy.         

Morticia had taken a rare trip into town to place a large order at the local grocer. Now it was just after four as the sleek antique limousine was pulling to a stop at the end of the driveway. The children would be home from school by now. Lurch hefted his weight out of the driver’s seat and the entire car shifted on its axel. He opened the door for her and extended his hand. “Thank you Lurch.” She said as she slithered out. As she walked towards the front door her eyes fell on an anomaly. A bicycle, bright with blue chrome, was leaning on its kickstand by the steps. “Hmmm.” She murmured, ponderingly.