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Mom and the Police Officer P2 [MF] [MDom] [Humiliation] [Public] [Incest]

WARNING

THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY.  ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

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**Ch.1**

***Parker***

Life was normal. Dad returned from his business trip and the incident between mom and the police officer was never mentioned. Oddly enough, Carl and I didn’t talk much about it either. The school was abuzz the next day as the rumors flew. And then that talk stopped too. It was as if everyone felt the ordeal to be a bit too real, maybe a bit too tragic, to discuss it openly.

Mom was clearly shaken up. She remained that way for about a week. Dad noticed but mom shrugged it off as an “odd mood.” It wasn’t like there was really any behavior change in her. She just remained more subdued than normal. Her outfits changed too. Read more »

Make me get on the bed, Sir ?? [Fsub]

Sir told me to post this here so that people could see how bratty I am and how much I love to take orders. ???

It was our 3 year anniversary. 3 years of knowing & loving each other. We decided it was noteworthy enough to celebrate it so we booked a hotel room. We were looking forward to getting away from the everyday stress of life. Family stuff, work, responsibilities. We wanted to forget about everything and everyone else and eat, fuck, eat, and indulge…not necessarily in that order. ;)

We booked a room in a large historic hotel. As I was making the reservations I could imagine Sir tying my arms against the vintage bed frame so that I was unable to free them. I imagined what the rope would feel tugging at my wrists as I struggled against the craftsmanship of the bed that would never allow me to get away so easily. I could also never get away easily because Sir would never allow that. The only way I’d ever escape Sir is if he wanted me to get away so that he could watch me struggle and submit to him more. Read more »

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Once you see how bad she is craving your cock, you order her to get back to her knees. She worships you, teasing you along her lips… Read more »

Nightcap (FM)

Surging up and over I feel my forearms sink into the bed as I hang over you. Our naked bodies strike in different places while we continue to kiss, back and forth in nothing but the bubble of pleasure around us. The only thing penetrating our little world is the sounds and garish lights of the movie on TV. They create a vivid background as both us and the movie make way to the denouement.

Your hums of satisfaction chorus with mine. Breaking to chastely kiss you just one more time I try to gracefully make my way down your body. Your skin is hot under my lips and plainly delectable. I alternate between kissing, nipping and licking your torso hoping you like it as much as I do. Reaching my prize I glance to see your hooded eyes watching me back. It’s both heady and empowering to see the torrent of pleasure and need on your face. The succession of your quick breathing makes me clench in my own excitement. Read more »

The start of something,part4[sil, still sfw]

Now kneeling at my place at her feet, she toys with me by keeping her socked feet moving around, out of my grasp, but I manage to grab her ankles and steady her on front of me.

She laughs but keeps still to let me get to her sock.

Longer than the last pair, I slip each one off her feet before enjoying the pedicurists job.

I am still amazed how small they are and wonder how she can stand, but continue my exploration.

Noting how ticklish she is, I increase the pressure so that I can continue working my hands on her feet and ankles without her pulling away from me.

In the back of my mind is the fear she will over react and kick me in the face, but so far she has given me all the time I desire to delight in her presents.

Again she cooes and I know she is enjoying herself. I rub my hands around her feet and ankles, and moving her feet so that I can see the red of her toes. Read more »

A romantic evening with a shapeshifter. [M/F][Non-human/Human][Liquid-type Shapeshipter]

He had taken her dancing and kept her in a near perpetual state of arousal all evening. It wasn’t just with his piercing blue eyes, that he had chosen for his humanoid form, or how gracefully he could control that body, and hers, on the dancing floor, but with his hands. All evening, unseen by anyone, he had been practically making love to her, as they had danced at “The Palace.” With those impossibly sensual hands, he could do things that no human could do. She was getting even wetter just thinking about how she was gently caressed, up and down her body and through her dress. Everywhere she come in contact with his body, he sent covert electric tingles across her skin. She moaned. She wanted him so badly. Not the rugged human-looking form he was able to take on, but, the real him, how he naturally was.

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Born Stripper [FF]

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We’d been talking for months. We did it all….heavy flirting, constant back and forth texting, long make out sessions, hugs that lasted way longer than they needed to. Maybe they needed to. We did it all except fuck, and I wanted her. Bad. She knew I liked her and I knew she liked me. I could taste the sexual tension between us, like the aftertaste of cheap wine and chocolate bars. Too much sugar. It was one of those nights she stayed over longer than she “meant to”, and was “too drunk” to go home. We rehearsed this so often it was unspoken now, subconscious. She’d stay over and we’d spoon or make out til’ we fell asleep, never going further than that. Innocent.

But that night we were laughing more, joking at one point about how broke we were. How strippers made so much money just dancing. We should be strippers, we concluded half drunk and giggling.

“You couldn’t be a stripper”, she slurred. “Can you even dance?”

“What??!! If there’s on thing I can do it’s dance baby girl,” I bragged with a swift sassy hand motion in the air still hysterical. Read more »

The start of something, part3[sil, sfw(probably for the last time)]

I came home from work Friday night and to my surprise her car was in the driveway.

Knowing her mom was also home, and to not appear to anxious, I walked into my part of the house, seperate from the in-law suite.

Carefully putting my bag down trying not to run next door (the areas are connected through the shared kitchen), I paced myself. I tried to not bang my way through the dinning room, down the hall, then making some noise in the kitchen trying to stall, I went over.

“Hi. Isn’t Kelly here? Her car is outside.”

“Yeah, isn’t she on your side? She said she was going to go lay down in front of the fire.”

Somehow restraining myself from running back to where this all began, I stammered something about my commute, asked about her day and what might be for dinner, excused myself and slowly…painfully slowly…walked back into the kitchen.

Making a bit of racket to show I didn’t just run straight to her, I banged around the kitchen first, all the while peering into the living room for a sign of her. Read more »

Horny Tinder Date Struggles with Her Desires

He has no clue how wet I am. Jesus. My thong feels like it’s soaked and I’m sure my thighs are glistening. This is not going according to plan. I am not a first-date floozy! But, damn, I would let him bend me over, lift up my sundress and pull my thong to the side right here if he wanted to. I have to get control of myself. Focus, girl. There are a million good reasons why I shouldn’t do him. He’s a stranger, for Christ’s sake!

Focus, girl. You’re on a pier on a summer evening with dozens of people around. We’d be arrested. This is too cliché. I can’t do a Tinder guy just because he bought me dinner. And is funny and sweet and kind and smart. And hot. And has a great smile. And beautiful eyes. And a great ass. And is wearing the exact style belt I often think about when I jerk off. And his chest and arms – oh, God.

What’s next? It’s only 7:45 and we’re strolling along the waterfront and the sun is about to set and I want him. Inside me. Deep. This is not going to end well. If he kisses me, dude, it’s over. I’m done. Read more »

Blinded by lights

First post. Okay.

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If I wave my hand at just the right speed, I can track a clearly visible arch in the air. Like a five-fingered comet, leaving the colours that are thrown over the dancefloor in its wake. Can anyone else see it?

They should.

She does.

A sense of recognition rushes over me when I see her face. I might know her. I can’t be sure. I’ll never be. Thinking of people as if they existed before this exact second, seems meaningless. We could be a million years old. Heartbeats bouncing on the rhythm of eternal music. Sweat and blood and feet and hands all in sync with the motions of the vibrating air. The thick, vibrating air. Soundwaves are throwing the light beams into fractals of limitless complexity.

Her chest bumps against mine. She crossed the distance between us without moving. I focus. Read more »