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The Witch and her Runaway Wardrobe
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It was finally summer and April couldn’t wait to get home. She had just finished her freshman year of College and was packing up her dorm to leave in a couple of days. She did, however, secretly practice witchcraft with a coven close to her campus. Being that she was new, her first lesson was that to study potions. She had the choice to choose any potion she desired just as long as the potion she created worked as intended. She skimmed through the book to find one that was both fun yet useful. Her roommate was gone to a summer party so if anything went wrong she should be able to set things straight by the time she gets back.
“Let’s see, summoning potions, love potions, animation potion… Hmmmm”, she thought to herself. Interested in the animation potion she read on:
*If the below animation potion is executed correctly, the caster will be able to bring life to any inanimate object he/she chooses. The object will be at the complete command of the witch as long as the object was brought to life intentionally.*
(OC) Short Story for a friend Chapter 2 (Dom/Sub) would love some more feedback….. (Chapter 1 in comments)
The front door closes and they stand for a moment in the street feeling cool breeze of the evening. She realises there is no turning back now, a new door stands open for her, framing her companion in the light inside the car. He beckons to her ‘Get in princess’… She moves without thought or hesitation, closing the door behind her as she slides into the seat. He looks her up and down again, her breasts look full and soft, and her nipples are slightly stiff from the breeze outside, becoming just visible through her cotton vest.
As they start the drive towards the restaurant, her excitement building with anticipation, she begins to revel in the thought of completely submitting to the will of the man driving her into the night. Stopping for a red light, he places his right hand on her leg, slowly sliding his fingers up her inner thigh. Suddenly the slow warmth which had been briefly forgotten, bursts into life as she feels him brush against her swollen clit through the fabric of her pants. She had come without panties as instructed, and she remembered the silicone egg, still inside her, offering total control of her pussy to her lover. A slight gasp escapes her lips and he smiles as the result of his touch – ‘there’s my good little slut now’.
Mirror of Fantasy
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My name is Vanessa. I am a 30-year-old woman who recently lost her beloved husband to a war oversees. I recently moved to Washington state to this old house in the country, which was previously owned by an elderly woman who, can I say is a shut in. She was getting down on her health as I understood it and went to live with her daughter. For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about 150 grand, which is not bad considering the 10 acres of land and the 3000 square foot home. The house is 2 stories and completely furnished, mostly with old antique furniture. I write this to document the strange occurrences going on in this house since I moved in. I never was one to believe in ghost stories or anything of the paranormal but over the past month this house may make me a believer.
Night 1
My Dominant Lady And My Slave Training (5)
Looking up… Goddess Aislynn feeding herself to me…my mouth full and wet. As her submissive pet, I could only move a little of my upper body as she hooked her calves and feet back over my arms and pressed her thighs against my shoulders a bit to hold me firmly in place.
“We are doing so well my new submissive pet. There are a few things I would like to discuss with you and this is a wonderful way for us to talk. I am going to do most of the talking obviously as it is rude to talk with you mouth full so you may reply with a yes or no nod. Understood?” “The next area we will explore with you is becoming my slut, submissive pet. Do you know what I mean m?”
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She knocks, the door opens and she enters quietly, a little nervous about what exactly she is doing there and how she is going to explain this to her conscience later. The doubting voices are silenced the moment she looks into the eyes of her tall, handsome lover, warm and inviting, flooding her body with relief, trust and a sudden rush of warmness. She is lead into the quickly darkening house as the afternoon turns to evening, table lamps provide a soft light and good music is playing in the background.
‘Welcome back to my home’ he says, offering her a glass of wine, which she accepts, happy to have a moment to arrive and feel the space she has entered. It has been a while since she was here, and somehow it couldn’t feel more different although it all looks the same. She looks around the room and notices that the kitchen window which looks into the neighbouring garden and is usually wide open has been closed and the curtain drawn tightly shut. Another flutter of nerves, but this time accompanied but the rush of anticipation and an undeniable dampness which she can feel starting to build between her thighs.
Pregnant hottie gets fucked and choked unconscious [pregnancy] [choking] [dominance]
Samuel had a tiring day at the office. Up and at ‘em by seven in the morning, and having to stay late one night to finish some extra paperwork.
He is exhausted. He parks his car on the driveway next to his house. He can’t wait to get home and get out of his sweaty work clothes. But his wife is nearly eight months pregnant and he still needed to be there for her and help her out around the house.
He steps into the door, shutting it hard him. He sets his briefcase down on the ground and takes his coat off.
“Honey, I’m home!” he yells. No answer. Usually his wife has been kind enough to have dinner prepared for him every time he comes home from work. So, he walks into the kitchen and reaches for the cupboards.
Just as he does, though – he sees her there – his beautiful, sexy, heavily-pregnant wife standing there half-naked in red lacy lingerie, her beautiful, curly brown hair flowing almost as far down as her belly button, and her skin glowing with what looks like a magical aura. She is sucking on a lollipop and looking at him with her beautiful blue eyes, gazing at him longingly with pure lust as if she is begging to be fucked.
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Tonight was the night. I slowly walked up to him, gazing into his eyes. “See something you like?” I asked. “I see something I love,” he retorted. He grabbed my ass firmly and squeezed with his large hands. I let out a soft moan. My eyes made their way to his crotch where I saw an outline of the biggest cock I had ever seen. I reached for it and realized it wasn’t even hard! As I rubbed his cock, it pulsed and grew with every stroke until it was the size of my arm. I could feel my panties get wetter by the second. I pulled his shorts down as his dick jumped out and was towering over my head. I grabbed it with confidence and shoved as much of I could into my mouth. After struggling to get half of it down my throat, he threw me onto my back and ripped my pants off. Pulling my soaked panties to the side, he slowly inched his massive cock inside me.
My First Time Massaging A Woman In Front Of Her Husband (MF)(Massage)
“I’ve been trying to talk my wife into experiences with other people and she is interested but hasn’t fully agreed to, yet.”
The response to my ad offering a sensual massage piqued my interest immediately. I’m not a masseuse. I have no official training. However, since my ex really enjoyed massages I had taken the time to study techniques on my own. Eventually, I discovered sensual massage and spent a few months learning about that and practicing on my (very appreciative) ex. It turns out that having large, strong hands is an asset when giving a massage.
That relationship was long over at this point, but my enjoyment of giving a great massage endured. I had taken to posting ads offering them for fun, no strings (or money) attached. My pursuits had led to quite a few enjoyable evenings.
This, however, was a new wrinkle. It had not occurred to me that a couple would be interested in the female half receiving a massage. I was interested, so I read on. I’ll call him Ned. Ned wrote that he hoped a massage might lead her to want to do more. He hoped it might end with her having sex with another man.
Night of the Living Pussy
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Finals week was fast approaching and Stephanie was locked in her bedroom, exam cramming like every other student. Soon her high school days would be over and she would be off to medical school. She was very beautiful and considered the heart throb of every guy in school, but her reputation for being a prude turned off many would be suitors. She lived with her mother; an extreme conservative who brainwashed her since childhood into believing that all sexual things were evil. She was not permitted to be alone with boys and if she ever was caught alone touching herself, her mother would burn her hands with a hot iron.
Stephanie had wavy black hair that went to her shoulders, D-cup breasts that made the buttons on her shirt beg for mercy, and a well toned stomach due to her track and field training. At night she couldn’t help but fantasize about those guys that gawked at her on a daily basis, but the scars on her hands held her back from releasing the ever growing sexual tension within her.