Two friends who have flirted but never gotten intimate…

I looked over at you at the party. You were wearing a black dress with your legs out and heels on. I knew I shouldn’t. We were both attached at this point. We’d had a couple of close encounters in the past but certainly hadn’t seen each other in a while. Just some light flirting but nothing that went any further. You looked amazing. The dress hugged your figure and of course the heels emphasised all the right parts of your body.

I took a sip of my drink and sat alone watching as you got yourself something from the bar. I needed a break from socialising. It was fun but could be draining for a natural introvert like me. I noticed you make your order, smile at the barman, then watched the look on his face as your eyes held with each other for a little longer than a throwaway encounter normally would. Damn. Your Hazel eyes tended to have that affect on guys even when you were wearing your usual big, thick framed glasses. He turned away to get you your drink. You placed your elbows on the bar and lent forward just a little. This simple gesture pulled your dress even tighter and and brought out the shape of your ass just a little more than usual. Christ. You looked amazing. Just as you said a flirty goodbye to to the mesmerised barman. You turned around, looked briefly around the room and your eyes set on…me. Shit. Was I staring?

The Desert Rogue [F] [Fantasy][bd]

Kiara slips over the wall and delicately drops onto the soft sand. She looks about quickly, her long braided black hair touching the ground as crouches cautiously. She stands up and dusts off the sand from her outfit. She moves quickly, her silken slippers leaving footprints in the sand behind her. She had on blue baggy pants and a tight Bandeau covering her breasts, a long scarf pulled over her mouth and nose.

She silently darts between buildings, slipping into the shadows as she looks around at her surroundings. It was unlikely anyone was here, but she still took her time, not wanting to miss anything after coming all this way. Her light silken clothes swishing about her as she moves, thankful for the cooling in the harsh city.

She makes her way through the mystical city, it had been quite an ordeal to find the place, but soon she will have untold riches. Suddenly through the distance of sand filled and deserted streets she sees a figure, her breath catching in her throat as she darts into a doorway. She watches trying to see what it was but nothing seems to be there anymore. She starts to make her way again, unable to shake a feeling of being watched.

My Daddy Used Me

Wet lips brushed the side of my head, drawing me out of my sleep. I recognized the soft feel of them, their gentle touch. Daddy was home.

“How are you baby girl?”

I smiled and snuggled back into my pillow, not quite ready to give up the peaceful sleep I had been in. “Good,” I mewed. The heavy bed sheet on top of me lifted up and pulled back, exposing my shoulder to the afternoon chill.

“Good.” Daddy’s voice was thicker than usual, rough and gravely. More of the blanket came off, revealing my breasts and the dip of my waist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” My hip was uncovered now. “What are you doing?”

Daddy’s hot breath rolled over my skin. “I told you,” he spoke into my flesh. “I missed you.”

“Stop it Daddy.” I tried to put some frustration in my voice, but it just came out playful. Darn it. I wasn’t ready for Daddy to come home yet. I just woke up. I was still sleepy. I hadn’t showered. In another hour I would be all ready, but right now? I just wanted to go back to sleep.

Hot and cold – [MF] [slight femdom] [alternative ending]

I dont know if you ever went skiing or snowboarding in the Alps. It’s amazing. Lovely mountains, long winding slopes through woods and if you went out of season you don’t wait in line half your time. A few friends and I rented a small hut near a slope, about halfway down, so that we could just grab our gear, walk a coupl of meters and go down the mountain.

Since I was closest to the place, it was aggreed that I would come the day before and start heating the hut. It takes some time to heat a small wooden hut surrounded by snow. I arrived, turned on every heater, every switch that indicates heat I could find and started unpacking. Soon I got nothing to do. It was still freezing. It was already afternoon and the lifts would close in a few hours but I decided to go check out the snow.

Of Kindness and Kink. Chapter 2: Impromptu Nurse [bondage]

She woke up at about 10:00 a.m.. “Wha- what’s going on?!?! HELP!!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!!”, she screamed. “Whoa, take it easy. You’re okay. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”, I said calmly. “Who are you? Why did am I blindfolded? Am I in a straitjacket? Is this a hospital? Who are you, a doctor?”, she asked, still quite shaken up. “No Jenny; I’m not a doctor”, I replied. “Then who are you? Some kind of sicko?”, she asked angrily. “No, Jenny. Let me explain: We met at Delirium last night. We talked for a while and you asked me to bring you to my place. When you got here, you panicked. You started screaming about something under your skin and you were clawing at your own arms. That’s why I had to tie you up; so that you won’t hurt yourself. The blindfold is to keep you from experiencing more hallucinations. I believe someone slipped something into your drink or something; you didn’t even have that many drinks”, I told her.

She calmed down a little. “No, nobody slipped anything into my drink.”, she confessed. When I was in the bathroom, I was offered a sample of a new type of drug. I can’t quite remember the name, but I don’t remember anything after taking it.”, she said.

Our Little Secret 2: My Brother’s Girlfriend (FF, oral, cheating)

I don’t care how much my brother was in love with his sexy girlfriend, he was going learn to share.

When it came to Melanie, I thought it was all under control. Her screaming my name with my tongue between her legs was going to be a fun memory. Us tearing that bed apart, marking each other’s skin was just going to be a little secret we’d share over awkward looks at dinner tables.

Less than three steps into their luxury apartment, all that restraint turned into immediate bullshit.

Melanie’s artful tongue shouldn’t go to waste on just one cock. It was a waste. I’d actually go on to say it *needed* to service a woman that would truly appreciate it. And *Gods*, did I. I found myself entirely under her spell when we tossed and turned in their sheets, her licking me from head to toe. Those lips traced my spine, her hands stimulating every spot they could reach, and her tongue feeling like it was forcefully taking the strongest of orgasms from deep within me.

I’ve memorized every position, orgasm and every location we fucked in yesterday, but as soon as I step across the threshold, flashbacks swarm as vividly as if I were in the moment.

Of Kindness and Kink. Chapter 1: A Kinky Guardian Angel [bondage]

I punched down a glass of Old Parr and wandered through the dance floor looking for a lonely girl. No luck. I went back to the bar and ordered a glass of Jameson. As I was reaching for my wallet, I saw a group of girls making their way to the dance floor. They all seemed quite pretty, but only one of them looked me in the eye, for just about a second. A beautiful blonde. She smiled shyly at me and kept going.

As I was sipping on my glass, I tried going around looking for her. She was nowhere to be seen. I went to the second floor to see if I could spot her, but I once again couldn’t. Dammit! I had sort of a start to something and I let it go. Upon a sudden, I got the urge to take a leak, and I walked to the restrooms. After answering nature’s call, I was washing my hands until, out of nowhere, I heard these words: “Excuse me”.

The bovine stransformative virus (long story)

I’ve spent the past few days writing this out, it’s been so fun.
This is inspired by multiple stories I’ve read over the years.
I really enjoy reading hucow stories, so that’s what this is.
:
This is NSWW special news report.
This just in, cases have been growing of a new pandemic level virus, experts are calling the “bovine transformative virus”, symptoms include but are not exclusive to enlarged breasts in females, an enlarged rump, hips and thighs, for males who capture this virus snake horns protrude from the forehead.
Experts are warning people to stay indoors, especially females.

In this story we will follow the story if Jessica (Jessie).

Jessica was a 22 year old college graduate, she was so excited she had graduated and had recently got a job as a barista in a local coffee shop.
She started on Monday, now Jessie didn’t really know of the virus, she had heard some stuff about it, but not a whole lot.
She was fit and in shape with perfectly rounded C cup tits, she had mid-back length blonde hair that everyone was jealous of. All through high school and college she was the tease of school. Now that she was working, life was much harder, and after having a fight with her father, she had run away from home, so was on her own.

Of Kindness and Kink. Prologue: Dry Spell Hell [bondage]

I was never a ladies man. Even though I work out and keep my hair cut and my facial hair well trimmed and clean, I just don’t seem to rub girls the right way. I still find myself thinking of that day when Gina dumped me. She was a beautiful half-Colombian brunette. She was sweet, she was loving and, most importantly: She was kinky like me. She had a thing for being tied up, and she told me several times that she fantasized about being trussed up in a straitjacket and locked in a padded cell. I developed my fetish at age fifteen, when I walked into my mom’s bedroom and caught a glimpse of a character in her favorite soap opera being tied up in one. Gina had a similar story, but it happened when she was eighteen and she saw it on her abuelita’s favorite telenovela. Seriously, what is it with daytime TV shows and straitjackets?

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 11 [FF] [Hypnosis] [BDSM]

**Chapter 11: Her Prize**

I didn’t think training Sandra would be this much work. For one, I don’t like the term ‘training.’ Sandra isn’t a dog or a pet. She’s a perfectly scrumptious piece of ass. But she’s also my pet. My slave? My servant? I still can’t decide on a term. Though the term doesn’t matter. All that matters is how eager Sandra is to please me. It feels like all her hopes on ever finding happiness rest in my pussy and my control of her life. She wants me to take charge. She wants to lose control. She wants to become a puppet and to have me be the puppeteer.