They spent that day bumming around Chicago, just looking at things. She’d never felt this immediately comfortable with a guy before, which was weird, but a good weird– considering what she’d let him do to her, what she’d wanted him to do to her. He showed her his places, his view of the city; the top floor of the public library, where she’d never been before. A glass-walled, glass-roofed strangely empty space, they saw no one else while they were on that floor. While she looked out over the city Jack stood behind her, his hands casually lifting up her shirt to caress her bra-cradled breasts, and she was half-afraid and half-wanted him to just fuck her right here, up against the glass. Instead, he kissed her and took her to a nice little lawn where old Italian men played bocce ball. They sat and watched the rhythmic clacking for awhile, and then got sandwiches at a nice little deli nearby. The girl behind the counter obviously knew– and liked– Jack, and Kristine felt a surge of jealousy at that interaction, found herself pugnaciously sticking her chest out. The sandwiches were excellent, though.
Category: eroticliterature
Show me [M/F] Mdom Fsolo Dirty Talk ddlg
On a lazy Saturday evening, I find myself laying in bed ready to binge read the entire Manhwa series I just added to my library. I prop myself up on my pillows with my fully charged Kindle and put in my earbuds tuned to my favorite lofi station. I’m seven chapters in when I’m distracted by the bedroom door opening and my husband carrying in a chair. He quickly sets it near my feet at the head of the bed. Before I can remove my earbuds to inquire, he’s out the door and then right back with a couple beers in hand.
“Hey, babe. What are you doing?” I ask.
He places the bottles on my nightstand and turns on the small lamp without responding.
He pauses to look at me for a minute then walks toward the door but only to turn off the main light. “I want you to put your reading away and lay on your back for me,” he says while walking over to his dresser.
“What?” I ask, a bit puzzled, as he’s looking in his drawer.
Sulphurette, Part 11 — Lessons in Consent [M/F, M/M, ANAL, BJ]
We succubi have means to defend ourselves against ordinary humans, but only once we’re experienced. My young apprentice recently ran into some trouble she wasn’t prepared to handle just yet:
> “Do it!” squealed a high-pitched voice, “Let’s see what kind of panties she has!” A ripping sound was followed by a flood of cold air across her bare chest, stomach, and thighs. She whimpered piteously as the rough hands tore what was left of her dress away.
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Taming the office Bully Pt.3 [31M/35F/33F]
Sunday flew by: I went for a jog early in the morning to assess my new work “situationship” with M. The previous night, after she left, I received a message from her.
M: “Let’s keep things professional at work; I don’t want anyone to know about us.”
I was expecting this reaction, but I knew I wanted her to be more than just a good FWB. This small, unassuming woman had just reshaped my life. I wanted, not I craved her…
R: “That’s fine, but I hope you know that won’t keep me away from you at work.”
She didn’t respond until that evening as I cleaned up the previous day’s proceedings splattered all over my sheets and pillows.
M: “I have been giving it a lot of thought, and I don’t think you and me being together is such a good idea. You just got promoted and I have worked hard to reach where I am at.
I didn’t respond immediately, needing time to gather my thoughts. I knew I wanted her in my life, and I had a feeling she would try to pull away. I started making dinner trying to figure out how I could convince her that she should give us a shot.
My phone rang then. It was M again.
Crossing paths with my boss
A few weeks ago, my friends and I wanted to go out one last time before the start of our exams weeks. There was this party at the house of a guy I know and we went there.
We do a few rounds of shots and generally have a nice time, enjoying one last black-out drunk party before studying for weeks. At some point in the kitchen, I cross paths with my boss from the pub where I work. He’s in his late thirties with a buzz cut and hazel eyes, he’s tall with a very large and muscular stature. He’s got a nice face with a lot of tattoos covering him up to his neck.
“Funny meeting you here Sir” I greet him.
It’s been a joke between us, me calling him Sir, making him feel way older than he is. He smirks and gets me a drink.
“I know Frank, you?”
“I know Frank too.”
[f4m] [gangbang] [cnc]
I just got in a fight with my husband and decide to take a walk. I grab my jacket and put it over my pjs and start down the road. I am all wound up and telling myself no man can boss me around.
I walk for a mile and start to feel powerful and in control walking alone until you pull up in a van beside me just as the street lights end.
You lean out the window and ask me if I want a ride. I tell you no thank you and just as I look up at your face I see you have a scary mask on. I freeze and turn around and start walking the other way.
I hear the van rattle behind me rapidly coming closer and you pull in front of me and cut off the foggy fainlty lit road. The back of the van opens and more men are inside wearing different masks. I look at you trembling and tell you I don’t want any trouble. I go to grab my phone and dial 911 when the men jump out of the van and grab me. Kicking and screaming they put me in a chockhold then he puts his hand in my mouth shoving his fingers down my throat and another man picks up my legs and gropes my pussy. I feel hands all over me I try to get away but they toss me into the van and close the door.
[M4MF] Fun Photoshoot gone wild
Story 3 Fun Couple:
Straight Man Wins Gay Boy in Poker Game [MM]
Straight Man Wins Gay Boy in Poker Game
I was invited to play high stakes poker. It was all middle aged or older men who had made fortunes. Some of them were in businesses that were barely legal. Legal or not I would never admit knowing. They would get together for poker once a month. I had been somewhat successful over the last few years and someone had noticed. I was a little surprised when I received an invitation. I was not even close to their level of wealth. However, it was an opportunity for me to mix with them. I had been invited by a business associate, Tom Hallan. He had several businesses, real estate property and he was a lawyer. Tom had reassured me that everyone could only bet a maximum of one hundred thousand. He did say that we could raise the stakes but that it would have to be unanimous. If I lost it all, it would hurt me but I could handle it. These guys had been known to make million dollar deals in minutes.
Drinking with [m]y [f]riend T
It’s pretty common for a group of us to get together and go out for dinner, drinks, and so on. Everyone’s busy, everyone has kids, and so these nights are episodic – when everything lines up right to get everyone in the same place at the same time, it’s always a great night. It’s pretty common for last-minute lineup changes as people have pop-up work events, sports practices, and so on, and we often carpool because parking in our town can be a hassle.
This particular night we’d all agreed to meet at a local pub we all liked, right next to the railroad tracks downtown. Besides me and my wife, there were three other couples who’d said they were in. I wasn’t sure who all would actually show up, but I was super pleased when my friend T showed up with her husband J. T is a stunning brunette—big dark eyes, absolutely gorgeous legs, perky boobs, and (most importantly) an outrageous flirty spirit. She’s usually a jeans-and-T-shirt gal but tonight she was rocking a mid-thigh-length burgundy dress, dark sheer stockings, and black flats. She noticed me checking out her legs when she walked in and smirked at me—which was pretty typical of our relationship really. See, she’s known for years that I’ve had a thing for her, and there’s terrific tension between us, but the timing has never been right.
Football Mom: [MF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [MILF] [Cheating]
***This story takes place after the following stories: GAME DAY, CLOSING THE STORE, and NIGHT FLIGHT. While it can be read separately, parts of it will make sense after reading the others.***
A friend of mine talked me into going to the city’s football outing. It was exactly what I thought it would be a bunch of talentless kids running around like crazy people and their parents thinking they had the next Hall of fame player.
No wonder this place was free, the coaching sucked, and the organization of everything was terrible. The only good thing about it was the field. Even the equipment was outdated.
“Seriously?” I asked as my friend’s face lit up.
“What?” he asked.
“It’s a dumpster fire!” I exclaimed by looking over everything.
“They are always looking for volunteer coaches,” he shrugged.
The thought crossed my mind when the head guy asked. I couldn’t shoot my hand up fast enough. If anything, I wanted to take everything over and start anew.
When he took us all aside and gave us the talk, I kept my mouth shut and waited until the end.