The Kiss [fm]

I have never truly believed in the concept of a soul. In today’s modern age and the advancement of medicine, the soul seemed to be easily explainable by the chemical and electrical reactions of the brain. Something that died when the brain fired for the last time. The soul to me was thus a relic to an older time; when fire, air, water, and earth were the only known elements. It has purpose for poetry, but not much else. So, I never believed in the soul or that I had one; that is, until the day I had a piece of my soul ripped away from me, stolen. Thus I finally realized just how damned wrong I had been all that time before.

From that moment on, I have been fully aware of just how much the soul is a separate part of my being. Fully aware of it because the hole that is missing from my soul now is so profound. It is like losing a tooth. You know what it felt like when you had the tooth, but the hole that is now there is a constant reminder of what has been lost and slowly over time, you start to forget what it was like before the hole ever formed. The soul is a real thing, if nothing else, heed this as fact! It transcends mere reactions in the brain. I now know it will survive when the rest of me becomes worm food. I know because if I were to die this very moment, the hole that is in my soul would still haunt me post mortem.

“How it Began” from TheCliterature.com [MF]

Excerpt from *“How it Began” from* [*TheCliterature.com*](http://thecliterature.com/)

“Hey, I can help you out a bit,” she offered to me. “I don’t give head on a first date, but a handie is like a handshake, right?”

I smiled as she rolled off me and began to unzip my pants. When she pulled down my boxers, she already discovered I was pretty lubed up already with a flood of pre-cum, but as she began to pull on me tenderly, she added more lubrication by spitting into her hand. We continued to french as her rhythm and grip on me speeded up, and I finally exploded jet after warm jet foolishly onto my stomach, with nothing prepared to mop up the mess.

She laughed and said, “maybe some other time I would lick it up but again, it’s a first date.”

Read the rest of the story at [https://www.thecliterature.com/post/how-it-began](https://www.thecliterature.com/post/how-it-began)

Three Feet Below Part: 0

Introduction

Lily, her sister, and her two parents have just moved into a new town outside of the city when they can settle down, a consequence of her father, Chris, finding new work. As a result, Lily and Kayla, her sister, are forced to enter a new school, Barclay Academy, a K-12 private day school, with Lily entering the 8th grade and Kayla a junior in 11th. Unlike her sister, Lily has always stayed the quieter type, only confiding a close group of friends that she has known since preschool. This new environment not only presents new people, but new attention that she must adapt to. This is how she meets Liam, a gentle giant of sorts. Their immediate connection and intimate relationship is what will drive the story in the future, along with a few subplots. If you’ve read this far, I’d love for you to read over the descriptions for the characters I’ve laid out thus far, and don’t hesitate to message with any questions or suggestions, as I love incorporating new ideas into my stories.

33 (M) Playing in the pool

This isn’t exactly a sex story but it was pretty hot all the same! Earlier this year we had a public holiday coming up and I decided last minute that I wanted to get away for the long weekend. So I looked online and luckily enough I found a lovely little condo in a beautiful little seaside town a few hours from home that hadn’t yet been booked. So as the Australia Day long weekend rolled around I packed my then pregnant fiancé, our son and my fiancés sister into the car and we took off for the weekend.

When we got to the condo we unpacked and got settled and had a look around. The apartment was beautiful but it was soon discovered that the air conditioning had packed it in!!! It was quite warm this time of the year. (Australia is hot pretty much all year round.) Fortunately for us, just outside of the back door in the entertainment area was a lovely little plunge pool.

Rebecca: False Magic [Gentle Mdom] [Short story] [Hypnosis] [No Sex… Yet] [Build up] [FM] [Arranged Marriage] [SFW]

**Rebecca:**

**False Magic**

Rebecca followed him into the bedroom, her heart beating hard against her ribcage. She had to clench her fists in order to stop them shaking and her legs were heavy as lead as she shuffled across the oak floorboards. The deep amber of sunset was spilling through the gap in the curtains. Dark wood of the furnishings and the light, soft browns of the furs on the bed would have been comforting and luxurious if she had come here of her own free will, and without the man – now her husband – who had brought her here. It reminded her of her parent’s winter chateau in the northlands, where the snow packed high against windows, making the great hearth fires all the more warm and pleasant.

The southlands, by contrast, were warm and sleepy, and she knew Rowan grew oranges and sweet, dark grapes for wine. This is where they wedding had been held, and where he would keep her for the appropriate honeymoon period.

HACKED WEBCAM (F4M, BDSM, AGEPLAY, BEAST, INCEST) – PART 1

Note : This is my first try and english is not my first language. Comments are welcomed and I will post more parts if you are all interested.

Today’s technology is awesome. You can find any information you need on the internet, buy all sort of thing, chat with friends, anything is possible including having some sick pervert hack your computer and control your webcam. Which is how, me, Sandy, a cute and slim 14 year old teen brunette, ended up in front of this cabin in the woods all alone about to knock on some stranger’s door.

It all started a week ago when some weird message popped out on my computer’s screen «I KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN UP TO» and I wasn’t even logged in to facebook or anything else. I figured it was some weird pop up virus thingy and just closed the window. A new message popped up right away «YOU’VE BEEN A NAUGHTY GIRL» but this time it had pictures of me attached, naked pictures of me!! This time I answered the message «WTF DUDE!» trying to look angry and figuring now it was coming from an ex-boyfriend or something. Yes I know, you shouldn’t send naked pictures of yourself to guys but they always ask and it kind of turns me on to please them. He (I figured he’d be a male as most perverts are) replied «DO AS TOLD AND I WON’T SEND THOSE PICTURES TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILLY».

The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 6

Ron couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. The confusion and worry over Harry’s disappearance had caused him to forget all about the reward Hermione had promised him. His excitement growing Ron felt his cock begin to rise at the prospect of what he was about to do with Hermione.

Ron was still a little bit confused however.

‘What’s that bottle your holding?’ Ron asked curiously.

‘It’s lubrication, if your going to have anal sex with me then your going to need this else its going to be really tight.’ Hermione explained.

It still amused Hermione that Ron still didn’t know about muggle products. So promising herself that one day she will teach him some muggle studies she approached her boyfriend and sat down on the bed.

Ron was lost for words. He still couldn’t comprehend what he was about to do so he just sat motionless.

Hermione was becoming impatient. She’d been looking forward to this moment all day and now Ron was lingering. Was Ron having second thoughts about anal? She hadn’t exactly asked if he wanted to do it, she had just assumed that as a horny teenager he would be up for anything.

23F4A- Taking all comers… Well, as long as you can write as well as you can fuck.

Good afternoon degenerates, lovesicks, naughty-goers, voyeurs and camel-toer’s,

I’ve been known as each of the names you see above you but for tonight you can just call me Maddie. Just Maddie, just little ol’ me. So, I know what you’re thinking: this chick is either trying WAY to hard with creative writing, or isn’t a chick at all. Unfortunately, I AM in fact 100% woman, and I say unfortunately because sometimes I feel like it would be SO much more accepted to be a MAN with the specific urges that I have. What urges might those be, unfortunately female Maddie? Well… They’re the kind that can only be shared in a venue like this.

A little about me: I’m a x2 time college dropout with a major in “This shit is useless”, I float around jobs like every one of my slutty bff’s floats around boytoys, and I so wish I was like them… They each tell me I’m cute in a spunky kind of way, and I half believe them… But deep down, I’m NOT like them. While they’re out spreading their legs for Brad, Chad and Eldad, I’m at home, glued to the piercing blue glow of my laptop on nights just like tonight…(here it comes)… Rubbing myself dry to written sex. And not just written sex, fucking well-written intimate tales that actually take you on a ride somewhere that isn’t the soup aisle of a grocery store or the cramped bathroom of a coach flight. (Swear that last one almost happened to me in RL)

Playing Footsies, Chapter 1 [Foot Fetish] [MF] [Fdom]

Will opened the door to his new flat and crossed the threshold.

“Hello?” No one had answered after the fourth firm knock so he tried the door handle and it had opened rather invitingly. He dropped his bag in the entrance hall and scratched the back of his head. Where was everyone? He raised his voice. “Is anyone home!?” His voice travelled through the house, bouncing off the walls.

“One second!” A feminine voice called out from inside somewhere.

Will felt a tingle and excitement rock his entire body. He always felt this way when he was about to meet some new feet.

The steps sounded closer and he took controlled breaths in an attempt to calm down in the excitement of impending feet. Come on Will, there’s plenty of time to ogle if you’re living with a girl.

The familiar sound of leather slapping against sole came closer and Will had to grit his teeth. A short girl with light hair rounded the corner and Will’s eyes shot straight to the floor before her.

The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 5

Sunlight crept through the bedroom window onto Ron Weasleys face causing him to wake up with a start. Ron’s eyes adjusted to the bright light as he took in his surroundings. He was lying in bed, Harry must have already woken up and gone for breakfast because his camp bed was empty.

Checking his bed side alarm clock he realised that his first quidditch match for the Chudley Cannons youth team was in 5 hours time. Normally Ron would be forced to spend the night before matches at the team headquarters but as it was his first game they had let him stop with his family to help with nerves.

And boy was Ron nervous. He always was when it came to quidditch matches, but this was a whole lot bigger. All his family and friends would be attending the match to watch him, amongst the other thousand dedicated Cannons fans that liked to go to the youth games to see up and coming talent. This match would be very important, he needed to make a good impression.