River’s Edge [MF]

(my first post here..all work is original)

She walks onto the deck of the cabin. The breeze ruffles the hem of her dress. She turns back over her shoulder and tells him she is going for a walk. He watches out the window as she pulls a quilt off the clothes line, folding it as she heads towards the river.

A few minutes later she is laying on the sloped meadow above the narrow river bed, more a creek this time of year, the blanket spread out under her. The rock face of the hill across from the clearing glows red in the afternoon light. She is barely visible in the high grass and wild flowers.

He steps quietly down the slope until he reaches the blanket. Standing over her he watches her for a moment then lays next to her, a hand sliding down her side and then up under the skirt of her dress, lightly brushing the inside of her thigh. He laughs softly when he realizes she is wearing no underwear. She squirms and laughs quietly, opening her eyes. She reaches down and unzips his pants, slipping her hand inside, taking his nearly stiff member in her hand. His fingers play and trace around her wet lips.

Bloodlust [Vampire] [Blood] [M/F]

Lights flashed and music throbbed throughout the club, a mass of bodies writhing in time to the beat on the dance floor. Unnoticed amongst the crowd, he led the drunk girl by the hand. “Come on!” he yelled, barely heard above the noise. She giggled and stumbled forward, tripping over her heels, clad in a short, tight, black dress. Her long red hair was far from the pretty do she had started the night in, but she was having fun. Who cared about how her hair looked? This guy certainly didn’t.

It took only a few moments for them to reach the bathroom doors, out of the way from the partiers. He pulled her in for a kiss and they crashed through, giggling. Miraculously, it was empty.

“Shhhh!” she said loudly and drunkenly, holding a finger to her lips. “We have to be quiet!” she whisper shouted. She took his hand and stumbled forward, looking in the stalls. “That one!” she shouted, forgetting her previous want to be quiet, pointing at an open stall that fit her drunken requirements and setting her clutch down on the counter of sinks. She giggled and pulled him closer, pushing him towards the stall.

Power Play

Everyday I go to work, carrying on with my life as your average, everyday human. Toying away with the usual 9-5 routine, awaiting my escape from the monotonous and repetitive; in no way was this the life I lived for.

Walking out of the confines of a reality that society forced upon me, I began to plot out the person the night would call me to be: Mistress V: A person that no one would imagine in dress slacks and a button up blouse.

Underneath this jovial cover was a dark and overpowering presence. I wasn’t born with this presence. Instead it was created out of the pain and hatred that came when my life and freedom were seemingly torn away by an experience that showed no empathy or remorse for stealing something that should be sacred: innocence.

Nightfall returned all that I thought was lost: It gave me the power, control, and status I longed for. All the insecurities and self doubt slipped away as I began my transformation.

Thinking of You

An idea can infiltrate your mind. As I lay restlessly toying with it. Taking it apart and putting it back together again. Running it over and over until I’ve seen it from every angle. 

Tonight, that is where you find me. Trapped in the idea of it, of him, of what I so desperately want. The idea is powerful, arousing, and comforting.

I lay in bed, the shallow breaths creating a pressure on my body, trapping me in the isolation of the fleeting moment: an isolation that disappears the moment that I find the thought again. 

In my mind, it is so vivid that it could almost feel real, as I begin to rub my clitoris I feel the tingle in my lower back. I know how to move, I know where to go and as the shallow breaths hasten with intensity I continue to redirect the thoughts to do their part – creating more texture and detail to the imagery.

As the thought manifests itself, I’m no longer alone… I imagine his hand on my breast, his tongue on my neck. As I slowly move my finger inside myself, it’s no longer my hand. The thought is growing. I can taste his erection, I can smell the sweet scent of his sweat. 

Sara’s Self Discovery Part 5 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

As we were walking I once again fell behind and watched as the wind would lift the rear of her skirt exposing her bottom to any who cared to look.
A few did so, often with classic double takes as they suddenly understood what they were seeing.
Catching up to Sara I said that I loved the looks of the other people when they saw that you had no panties on.

One older gent walked face first into a lamp post while trying to decide if what he saw, was what he thought he saw.
It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud.

We entered a small boutique that handled local artisans clothing.
OK Sara, look around and let me know if there is anything you like.
Sara picked out a beautiful handmade silk scarf that had a sea green motif that accented her pale white skin.

I told her it was as beautiful as she was, however I want to make it look more beautiful.
As I said this I pulled from my pocket Sara’s collar.

Tinder – The Real Stories

I was hired to write some tinder hookup stories for Flirt Magazine’s February issue. I’ve included one story below and a link to my blog where I’ve got the five page spread from the magazine published! I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them, I will be in the March issue as well!

# Story 1

My name is Travis, this is my Tinder hookup story.

When I swiped right on Kelli, I thought she would be the type to want to take things slow. Her profile picture was so sweet and innocent. Turns out a sweet and innocent wrapper can be hiding a freaky inner core. Kelli turned out to be one of the craziest first dates I ever had!

We hadn’t driven three blocks from her apartment when she had her head in my lap and my dick in her mouth. She slid her denim skirt up to her hips, and I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties as she started to finger herself.

The Last Man on Earth [Choose your own adventure] [MFFFF+]

I’ve added a lot more recently to my ongoing story and I figured you guys might enjoy reading.

Potential themes (Depends on your path.)

– Anal

– Freeuse

– Incest

– MFF+

– Celebs

– Voyeur

– Tons and tons more.

Happy fapping.

[https://chyoa.com/story/The-Last-Man-on-Earth.6865](https://chyoa.com/story/The-Last-Man-on-Earth.6865)

Trimming the Hedges [MF]

It’s early Sunday morning and Teresa is standing naked in her bathroom, spinning around on her tiptoes as she rotates her body, her muscles stretching as she struggles to find the best possible side profile of herself in her heavily water stained mirror. Her lips curl into a wince as her backside rotates into view. She has a big ass, she admits to herself – a huge ass, some have even said. She’s never liked the word *huge*, but it’s a word more than a few ex-boyfriends have used in the past. It is even a word Stanley, her husband, has been known to use from time-to-time. He always uses the word affectionately, but still, she wishes he wouldn’t use the word at all.

It has been years since she could say she was happy with how her body looked and felt as a whole, but as she spins one more time around for the mirror, she can confidently say she is happy with the shapes and curves of her full figured form.

Creation of the bimbo Princess [TG Bimbofication ministory]

*This is officially my first ever erotic story, so i expect for there to be a lot of improvement.*
*Story IS written in the ‘you’ form, cause I originally wrote it for a friend, but she was cool with sharing*
*In any case, here’s the story*

You’re walking home from another slow, boring day at work. It’s winter now too, so you’re wearing warm clothes with a thick coat around it, and a scarf around your neck. And STILL it’s freezing all over your body! This weather is just too much, and it’s not gonna change anytime soon either. You sigh, walking through a patch of snow on the sidewalk, when you notice someone in a nearby alleyway, looking at you. It’s impossible to see their form or detect any noteworthy features, seeing as they are covered by a full length cloak too, the hood of which obscures nearly everything of their head. All you can clearly make out of them are a pair of piercing blue eyes gazing from the shadow. Their gaze is piercing, as my magic you feel as though they can see into your heart, and feel compelled to not run away, but to approach this strange figure. So you do, one step, then another, and one more, until you make it into the alley, and you stand before the shadowy mass.

Down the street

Other than a few doves cooing, it is a warm and quiet Saturday afternoon. I am in the living room of my newly rented ranch style house, working on my macbook. My wife is in the bedroom, at the other end of the house, doing the same.

I hear then see a bright blue Honda CRV pull into the driveway. A tall woman with long black hair steps out of the driver’s side and walks briskly to the front door. Instantly, my adrenaline starts to pump as I shoot up out of my seat. I am confused about who this could be, and shout across the house, “are you expecting anyone?” My wife, Cathy, must have her Bose headphones in because I don’t hear a reply. You see me through the window, smile and wave excitedly.

I walk to the door and open it slightly. You are standing there with a clipboard and a smile. Wearing a loose knit black sweater, black tights and black leather boots up to your knees with the zippers slightly undone. This somehow accentuates your knees and thighs in a way I have not appreciated.