Ivy’s fall from Innocence [Prologue]

Cameron sighed out in frustration at the amount of work on his desk that needed to be done here at his office as he sat back in his leather recliner chair on the 90th floor. It had hardly been a week since he accepted the General Manager’s position here in this city that is their major HQ hub of the entire asian region. Having taken over from a less competent predecessor that had fumbled things up so badly, the powers that be decided they couldn’t trust in that person anymore.

Hence here he was now, it was a huge promotion that was sure but given that he had no wife made it easier to make the decision to move to Asia. Swivelling his chair around so that he was looking out of the window pane’s of his office down at the city. Lights were already coming on all over as the distant sun started to set over the far horizon. Seeing this scenery reminded him to check the time as bringing up his Breitling watch which was showing it was already 6PM.

*Guess I should probably head on over there.* He thought as he got up from his chair as he straightened his suit & tie before heading for the door.

Ivy’s fall from innocence [Mf][Cheating][Interracial]

[This is just a light teaser. To help better guide you to understanding the story below. It would be that the words in *Italics* represent something of a past event that has already happened. Trying to figure out a way to incorporate an active story in the present with a past mini story occuring in the background at the same time. If anyone has any suggestions on how to better work that concept in do drop me a message!]

A normal spring night, where everything was peaceful and quiet here in this particular suburb of the city. The houses all along that particular stretch of road were the simple single story home’s, they were of the kind you would find common here in this part of the country. The people that live along here go about their daily lives uneventfully with the same usual daily routine.

Day in and day out, again and again the people along this street never ever had a thought of changing their lives. That might slightly differ or change their monotonous existence. That couple taking their daily walks, the old grandmother that’s sitting out on the patio of her home just staring into space, that neighbours young son sitting on the lawn playing with the mud, the usual joggers that move on up and down the sidewalk pavements. All of them repeating the same pattern from one day to the next.

1. (F/M) Jenna Sinclair the researcher — Help me find the author

Jenna’s heart was beating wildly as she looked through the microscope. The magnified cells collided madly into each other on the glass slide. Her breath quickened as she realised the significance of what she was looking at. Jenna removed the slide and inserted another from her samples. The results were similar. “Oh God! Oh wow!” Jenna mumbled softly to herself. “I’ve isolated it. Now I only have to test it.” Dr Jenna Sinclair had spent the last 3 years of her life working on this project and now she was finally close to fruition. At 30 years of age, she was one of the younger scientists working here and definitely the youngest with a Doctorate. Jenna had always been fascinated with Biology and it had seemed like the logical choice to major in it at university. She excelled at the University of London and even before graduation she was offered a place at Cambridge to do her Masters and then her Doctorate. Almost as soon as she finished her Thesis, at age 28, she had been offered a position as a research fellow in the prestigious SimBioTech Corp in America. Her work focused on physiology, in particular the different enzymes in blood and the differences or similarities between different animals and humans. It was during the course of this study that she had stumbled onto something. Something that she had worked on in her own time and that had taken up a large chunk of her life. She had kept it a secret from the other researchers. It was mainly due to this secrecy that she was forced to work long hours, to ensure she was alone and away from prying eyes. Jenna labelled the test tubes and placed them inside her own secure receptacle. Each scientist had their own secure storage area to prevent contamination of their work as well as to ensure a certain amount of propriety. Although each scientist would be credited for their own work, it was a condition of their contract that ultimately SimBioTech would maintain first rights to any new discovery or enhancement. She took a deep breath as she placed a syringe into one of the test tubes and withdrew 5ml of liquid. She capped the syringe and unscrewed the needle before screwing a sealing cap back on to the syringe. She then slipped it into her coat pocket. Jenna sealed her receptacle and then picking up her briefcase, walked briskly out of the lab. Her heart beat a little faster as she hoped the security sensors wouldn’t pick up the syringe in her pocket. She calmed down a little as she remembered she had removed the metal needle so there was no way the sensors would pick up on plastic.  The only risk was the chance of a full body search and no researcher had suffered the ignominy of that had in the two years she had worked at SimBioTech. Her breath and heartbeat finally returned to normal as she walked out of the sliding doors of the facility and into her car. She noticed she was sweating slightly and Jenna turned up the air-conditioning as she drove home. Jenna’s mind was working overtime as she drove, thinking about the possibilities she may have unlocked. Yet the biggest question was how the enzymes would work on a human. It may have no effect. Worse still, it could have disastrous effects. That was why she had decided that she would have to be the test subject. She would test out her discovery on herself and she would bear whatever consequences it brought. Good or bad. Her thoughts took a breather as she turned into her house. Quickly she made her way upstairs and removed the syringe from her pocket. She stared at it and felt her heart beat quicken again. Carefully she placed the syringe on the table before throwing off her clothes and heading into the shower. She felt her tight and tired muscles relax as the warm needles of water pounded her. She luxuriated in the warmth of the water as she soaped herself, feeling the grime and dirt of the day wash off her. Jenna squatted down and relaxed her bladder, feeling the wave of release as her urine sprayed out. She watched the dark yellow liquid flow along the floor and wrinkled her nose as the strong smell of her urine wafted up. The colour and smell was an obvious sign that she hadn’t been drinking enough water. She made a mental note to consume more water as she soaped her vaginal lips, washing away her urine and collected secretions from the day. Towelling herself dry, she stood in front of the mirror. “Dr. Sinclair. Dr. Jenna Sinclair.” She said softly to herself as she looked at her reflection. “Too brainy for the hunks and too sexy for the geeks.” That had been the story of her life. At 5’7″ and 120 lbs, Jenna cut a very attractive figure. She had been a gymnast at school and she still worked out regularly. She smiled as she remembered how, when she was in her prime, she could put her ankles behind her ears. Pity she was still a virgin then and didn’t use it to her benefit. Jenna was still pretty lithe and flexible and she was sure if she tried, she could do it again. There just hadn’t been a reason of late to have her legs in such a splayed position. Her body was well proportioned, not like the gymnasts of today that had muscular upper bodies. Her breasts were firm and round and she was proud of her 34C bust. Her hips had just the right amount of flare to them and her butt was nice and tight. Jenna turned this way and that as she admired herself. She noticed how pale her skin had become with all the indoor work and made another mental note to spend more time out in the sun. She cast her eyes down to the table where the syringe was and she took a few deep breaths. Her breasts rose in time with her breaths and she sat down slowly. Jenna pulled her shoulder length, black hair away from her face and tied it into a pony tail. She sighed as she thought of the gravity of what she was going to do. The fine hairs on her hands were bristling with nervousness as she picked up a cotton swab and cleaned the reverse side of her elbow with alcohol. She deftly picked up the syringe and popped the cover, screwing on a new needle on to it. Jenna looked at herself again in the mirror. “This is it Jen.” She said softly as she pushed the needle carefully into her arm and plunged the syringe, filling her vein with the enzymes. Her arm felt warm as the enzymes flowed through it but that was only to be expected. She withdrew the syringe and discarded it carefully, flexing her left arm as she did so. “No turning back now.” She said to herself again. “Its been done….”

Hello Nurse Part 2 [FF]

I ran my hands down the length of her leg just to make sure nothing was tender. Her skin goose pimpled at my touch. As I was running my hands up her other leg my fingers caught the bottom edge of her shorts causing the one side to rise up revealing more of her golden and newly discovered soft skin. I was both dismayed and provoked seeing some bruising on her upper thigh that looked like fingers. When I asked her about them she blushed a deep pink but instead of averting her eyes in embarrassment, she held my gaze and said a recent lover. My knees almost gave out. 

Digging my nails into the sheet on the bed I steadied myself and my breath. I quickly pulled the privacy curtain around her bed. I heard her shift on the bed and before I turned around I felt her hot hand scorch the skin on my hip through my uniform. Her fingers pressed into my flesh and she slowly turned me around to face her. Bold. I like this. Usually it’s my role to teach, to caress, to bring some pressure, to bring pleasure. After she had me turned towards her, the hand at my hip moved and caressed my ass. Rub rub squeeze. Circle circle pinch. Ohhhh! Then she sat up off the bed. Swiveled around until her legs were on either side of me trapping me. 

I cheated on my date with a girl I didn’t even know: Part 2 [M/F, str8, public, cheating]

She quickly moved in front of me and then with one swift motion she unlocked the door and sprang it open. She bolted like an Olympic runner and I took just a second to get my feet going and follow behind. Thankfully the two employees, one of whom seemed to be the manager, were caught off guard by her rapid departure and seemed to have not noticed me just yet.

I bolted out after her and struggled to catch up. We both hit the exit, me just behind her, and as I came out, she was slowing down to let me catch up. “Where’s your car?” she asked. I looked around for a moment trying to remember and then headed in its direction. She followed closely behind me as we continued to run.

As we got close to my car, a good dozen spaces or so back from the door, I used my keyfob to unlock it. We reached it and both climbed in quickly. Before either of us had time to buckle in, I was starting to back out. As I did, I saw the manager and two employees come flying out of the theater entrance. We drove off in the opposite direction, heading for the main street.

Ivy’s Fall from Innocence [Cuckold] [Cheating] [Con DubCon] [Porn] [Mf] [Anal] [Interracial] [Breeding] [Polygamy] [Sharing] [Alcohol] [Fsub] [Mdom] [Oral] [Unprotected sex] [Voy]

A normal spring night, where everything was peaceful and quiet here in this particular suburb of the city. The houses all along that particular stretch of road were the simple single story home’s, they were of the kind you would find common here in this part of the country. The people that live along here go about their daily lives uneventfully with the same usual daily routine.

Day in and day out, again and again the people along this street never ever had a thought of changing their lives. That might slightly differ or change their monotonous existence. That couple taking their daily walks, the old grandmother that’s sitting out on the patio of her home just staring into space, that neighbours young son sitting on the lawn playing with the mud, the usual joggers that move on up and down the sidewalk pavements. All of them repeating the same pattern from one day to the next.

Dirty Dreaming Poetry [MF]

Her name speaks of elegance

Her lips scream of decadence

Her eyes sing of mystery

All I want from her is debauchery

I know, I am twisted and foul

With dreams of perversion making me howl

Thoughts of giving her ecstasy cream

And my mind giving image to this dirty dream

I am not worthy, a man with lowly luck

But she makes me want to turn her man into a cuck

Her mouth would look so good

Gobbling my milk like food

Her face beautifully divine

With my sauce making it shine.

I know I am sick, nothing but a baseborn cur

But covering her in orgasm is, I think, the best cure

Letting her beg, making her plead

Just for a drop of my potent man seed

That is my dream, my dirty desire

To mark her as mine, sets my heart on fire!

My Sister The Forbidden

Obviously amature erotica writter just wanting to get some of my work out. Any criticism good or bad is welcome. Enjoy!

It’s Common sense, I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, these dreams but I do. My friends are correct in every way, its just unfair! Why does she have to be related to me, that’s not even my biggest concern. I’m 17 and she is 19. When she goes out and comes home drunk, she looks at me… she wants me. I want her.

Long black hair down to her ass lips so thick and juicy. Skin so smooth when she gets out of the shower the water trickles down her body. A flat stomach with her belly button pierced with a little chain hanging. A perfectly firm and round ass you could balance a shot glass off of it. Her thighs and legs are flawless never any bruises or cuts. Even her feet are pretty and her nails always painted with no mistakes.

Any tips for a beginner?

Hi! So as you can probably tell, I’ve never written a proper sexy story before, but I think I’d like to try it. I’ve been doing role-plays on r/dirtypenpals for almost two years and enjoy the writing and creativity aspect of it, but it’s also in relatively short form and the partner dictates half of it. I’d like to take a shot at writing my own sex story but I have no real writing or storytelling experience. So from anyone that knows what they’re doing, is there a process or do I just wing it? Thanks in advance :)

Extra Credit 17 -final [mFfffF][fantasy][light-bd][group]

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The three naked women sat with the Queen in her bed. Calvin sat watching a woman wearing a thick veil over her face as she wandered into the center of the atrium. A light spotted the woman, and the Queen directed the women’s attentions to her.

“My new dancer! I just finished teaching her everything. I hope you enjoy her as much as I do,” the Queen said.

A naked servant girl brought three glasses of dark blue liquid for each woman and green and white candy for Calvin. The liquid aroused the women, slowly building a fiery heat within them. Calvin enjoyed the candy, finding it cleared his mind while also driving his lust. He watched the dancer like a predator watching prey. The dancer had perfect tanned skin covered in oil that made her whole body glisten. Her massive tits looked delicious. Her cute tight tummy and bare pussy between her smooth shapely thighs commanded Calvin’s attention.

Strange music started, and it sounded like numerous percussive instruments with a few odd horns groaning and singing.