Sam’s sister dances [m/f][b/s][incest]

It was the last Friday of March, which meant one thing; a three day Bank Holiday weekend. It also meant that Mum and Dad would be away visiting friends for three whole days, leaving Sam and his fraternal twin sister, Em, alone.

Sam helped Dad carry the suitcases out to the car. He wasn’t quite sure why his parents needed so much stuff for a long weekend, but who was he to ask? He was eighteen, and worked full time at the local pub, The Grey Goose, to earn his money, and what two forty-year-olds took on a weekend with them wasn’t his business.

Sam Henderson was tall, with short blond hair that was so pale as to almost be white, with a boyish face that stubbornly refused to grow facial hair. He heaved the case up, sliding it into the boot with the other, and Dad closed the door.

“Got everything you need?” he asked. “Money?”

Sam smiled. “I’m good, thanks Dad.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yup.”

“Try to keep yourself out of trouble.”

Sam shook his head. “When have I ever gotten myself into trouble?”

The Work Around [M/F] [Cuckold]

The Work Around

“And this is our wine cellar.” Grace said, opening the large wooden door.

Liam looked down the small set of stairs, lit up by a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

“That’s so cool, how much wine is down there?” He asked.

“Follow me, I’ll show you.” Grace said, starting down the steps.

Grace had been giving Liam, Trig-Corps latest employee, a tour of their house. Being hired at Christmas time had meant that he’d been thrust into cocktail parties, business lunches, and now a small gathering at his new boss’s home. He had enjoyed the grandeur of it all but couldn’t wait for it to be over so that he could get some normalcy in his life, but a private tour from his boss’s wife was too much to pass up.

He followed her down into the cellar, ducking at the final step. Wine bottles lined the walls, some dustier than others, and a small table sat at the far end of the room.

“Wow, that sure is a lot of wine.” Liam remarked.

“Do you know much about wine?” Grace asked.

Stripes, Turquoise and Maroon – [MMF] [Indian, threesome, Goa]

She was pissed, my girlfriend. We had been driving for an hour, and were still someway off from our resort. We had fought some time before and now it was the heat and the lack of food in us that was making matters worse. I couldnt wait to get to the beachside luxury resort that we had booked for our little getaway.

It was our last night in this sunny beachside town. The earlier days had been partying and lots of passionate fucking. I couldn’t get enough of her body. Her petite frame, her large boobs that made her conscious and made me drool, her fine black hair that always smelt good, and the way her waist curved in under that large bust.

Her top hung loosely, and I kept stealing glances at the top of her cleavage, where her locket rested. As angry as we were, I couldnt wait to get to the resort, strip her, and lick on those delicious tits. The thought of it made me hard. By the time we checked in, her top was hanging low, showing off her tanned tits, and she was too tired to pull it up. We checked into the room, which had a balcony and old-ish wooden furniture, and after grabbing a snack we made our way to the beach. She tied her hair in a bun, put on her black and white striped bikini, and tied her hair in a loose bun. I just put on my beach shorts and we made our way to the private beach, hand in hand.

Sleeping with another coworker [MF][Con][Blowjob][Anal][Test][Female Cuckold][Cheating][Kinda][Kissing][Gentle Mdom][Fsub][Throatfuck][Throuple mention][Praise][Cuddles][Headpats][Part 3of ?]

Summer laughed as Caleb made a joke about how one of the guys at his gym set off an alarm and was banned. She was enjoying this coffee date they had decided to go on. She had another goal she had to accomplish still, but it was nice getting some one-on-one time with Caleb. “Hey, are you up for continuing this at my place?” She asked with a slightly sultry smile. Caleb smiled before saying “Of Course.” He paid for both of their drinks and took a moment to check Summer out a little more. She was 5’11” so the same height as Caleb and very slender, very petite, except for her ass. Her ass was the definition of the peach emoji and made a lot of guys and girls stare when she walked by. The sunlight gave her blonde hair an even brighter glow than usual and her green eyes seemed to shine like emeralds while in the light.

[FM] It Started with Italian

Damn, today was tough. It started out well, but as the day went on it just became more and more chaotic. An argument here, a system crash there. It just didn’t let up. By the time I was ready to head home, I was over it. Normally, I’d just head straight home, but today? Naw, I’m going to treat myself.I went to Rosco’s, a nice little Italian place downtown. They have hands down the best chicken marsala by far. At least, that’s my excuse. In reality, I find a seat, back towards the window so I can take that occasion, innocent glance at Sarah behind the bar.

I used to come here once every few months. However, Sarah had started working here about 2 years ago and I have now find myself here almost weekly or at least whenever I can find an excuse to come here. I can’t bring myself to sit at the bar for a meal though. With my luck, I’d probably strike up a conversation with some spinach in my teeth. Yep, I’m perfect happy here.

Tonight, she’s wearing a red top with the top buttons undone. I keep my glances to a minimum to not make things weird. Yep, this has made the day much better.

Teacher Sub – Chapter 2 (MF, ds, bd)

Chapter 2 – More Ron, More Learning

I found it hard to concentrate on my studies that fall. I was thinking of Ron a lot and what he did to me and for me in the bedroom. Luckily, my courses were pretty easy, so I wasn’t in danger of failing. On top of that, as much as I wanted to be with him, I also was scared of going too deep into this dom/sub lifestyle. I was possibly more scared of myself than of Ron. Still, I saw him about once a week. We rarely went out; mostly, I just came over to his house and we would fuck and suck until we collapsed on his bed.

Come February and I had done a few new things during our play times. Early on, we established a safe word I could use if things were getting out of hand: “watermelon.” We played where he would cuff me at my ankles and wrists to his bed as he had his way with me. I liked that a lot. We did some whipping, but I only liked that if it was not too hard. We did some spanking stuff and found I liked that as part of sex, but not as straight out discipline.

Breaking Up [FMF]

During our second year of college Anne and I broke up. The stress of school and work, plus trying to move in together proved too much. We had a lot of acrimonious fights and finally called it quits.

But we couldn’t stop being around each other. It was never really planned, but we just always ended up at the same places at the same times.

So, when we both ended up at party together, it was no surprise. Anne came with a new friend, a girl named Lindsay. Lindsay was tall, blond and buxom. She had spent the last four years in Japan. She was nice, but really out of touch, socially. She didn’t have any of the same cultural references and her reactions to things always seemed…just different. As a result she was very shy. Coming to the party was Anne’s attempt to socialize Lindsay.

Despite our breakup Anne seemed really happy. I was not. I put on a brave face, talked to Anne, even flirted with Lindsay to make Anne happy, and drank myself stupid.

Deceit and Desire [F][poetry]

The room is cast in shadowed darkness and she catches my eye. The strategic lighting dances across her skin, she doesn’t even have to try.

Every single stranger covets her time. The way she moves, the attention she gives, all by design.

She makes art out of crafting such perfect deception. I wonder how many times she’s convinced herself of the same perfection.

I lose all of my faculties and long for what more she has planned. How can she deny herself the pleasure of having the upper hand?

I feel her intentioned breath against my neck as her half naked body straddles my frame. Her bare skin is velvet but somehow I am tame.

I want more of what she has to offer; I long to experience her counterfeit fire.

Her true passions locked away in a coffer. I need to explore her deceit and my desire

C. Stephens

While her parents slept [M/F]

It was hard to talk to one another. I couldn’t speak her language and she couldn’t speak mine, so we muddled through a mixture of things. It made the most mundane acts feel like little triumphs—passing the salt, telling the time, turning out the light. But it also meant so many dead ends and miscommunications. We just didn’t have the words. Our only recourse was to make up for it through touch, through the body. There was a lot to make up for.

She lived with her family in one of the those European cities where the children didn’t move out until they got married. I had my own place but she feared somehow disappointing her parents by staying over. She felt this need to be home at a decent hour; and her parents always wanted to feed me dinner, knowing I was without my own family in a foreign country. Not that there weren’t ways around all this. Other couples would drive out into the countryside, find a quiet corner somewhere, cover their windows with newspaper (or not, depending on their proclivities), and fuck like teenagers. Neither of us had a car.

Luke and Asme outtake [MM] [oral] [edging]

A/N: so for this I have A LOT of outtakes that don’t fit the story, so enjoy them. Just Luke being the little sassy thing he is and Asme being an old ass grumpy demon that can’t keep up 🤣

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“*Goddammit, Oh fuck, Jesus*,” Luke breathed without thinking. His body bucked up off the bed as Asme’s fingers massaged his prostate, and the demon’s mouth worked his cock.
Asme growled low in his throat and the feeling of it reverberated through his body. He hadn’t bothered to move from Luke’s cock. He glared half-heartedly and with slight amusement at Luke as he raised his head and rested his chin against Luke’s thigh.

“When are you going to stop thanking that ingrate for the pleasure *I* give you?” Asme joked.

Luke groaned in frustration at the absence of Asme’s touch. His lover had stopped his assault on his prostate as well. Now Luke felt empty, even though Asme’s fingers were still inside him. Asme stroked him teasingly, his touch feather lite, causing a jolt of pleasure to ripple through Luke’s body. He shuddered as he struggled to regain his composure.