The Raunchy Revenge of Merille Morningtide – Chapter 02 [dubcon][fantasy][orgasm denial][oral]

Her legs were trembling and useless as Merille searched desperately for a way to break free. The rope chafed her wrists when she pulled hard on it, hoping for some sort of miracle that it would just break.

It did not.

Callus fingers on her thigh snapped her attention back to Salus. The Diamond Dagger leader had a wide, wicked smile on his face now. His umber eyes glinted with sadistic intent as he traced a gentle line toward her hairless pussy.

“Why so nervous?” he asked, his fingertips barely an inch from her drooling folds. “We’re just getting started.”

“Let me go now and I promise to spare your lives!” she growled, but could not keep the quiver out of her voice.

Her clit throbbed furiously from the denied orgasm, and her body ached with the longing for a release. She could not think about anything but his touch and the lost pleasure. It took all of her willpower to keep from begging him.

Many nights in the past three years, Merille had experienced such intense lust and desire. These *Lapses* of overwhelming urges took hold of her like a dark grip that would not let go no matter how many times she sated the lust on her own.

Sheets [MF]

Odd thing, waking to the rustle of sheets I alone occupied. Or so I thought. The feel of the linen sliding along my bare legs slight yet demanding attention. I’m scared to admit it, but I couldn’t move. I stared at the mottled dark, shifty shadows I couldn’t make out, no candle light to help me discern more. My mouth was parted so slightly, silly I know, but I was afraid even to close my mouth would give me away.

As if I would be in less danger if I simply… stilled. The sheet continued to shift, slowly, my feet revealed to the chill, then my knees, my thighs. I began to notice oddities. The way the mattress might have been depressed to the right of me, my body angled oddly as a result. No, not might have, was. If I was not terrified before, the knowledge that someone was certainly sitting there put me catatonic.

I began to cry, silently of course. Vocal and noisy seemed so, so very dangerous at the moment. The sheet had revealed almost all. Chills from the cold air frosting along my hip line, only perturbed by the heat of my heart beating. Beating so very fast.

beach please [F/M]

Can you picture us naked at the beach under the moonlight?

We’re both naked and getting on four at the white sandy beach where you’d bring your face in between my beautiful ass cheeks. Your tongue playful poking into my anus, you’d tongue fuck me then coming out before sliding down between my pussy lips. Gently separating them as it wiggles across my pussy’s surface, only briefly stopping to tease my clit.

You then get on your knees and your hands grab my throat then you’d push your thick cock in my ass where you can feel my ass grip tight to your dick. Each plunge tugging at my insides. You put your fully naked body behind me with each rapid thrust. Your hands release my throat, leaving behind a red imprint in its wake. Slapping my ass, you push hard into my butt with a loud clap. Leaning over my body you bear down on me with your cock.

You wrap both hands around my neck. You pull my whole body forceful back while back into your cock as you slam it forwards. Each thrust, breaking the silence with the soft clap of two naked bodies colliding. Each stroke coming faster than the last one. Driving deep and deep. Alone at the beach, no other soul in miles. Our two naked bodies pressing closer together.

One Last encounter, the last time I feel your soul (M+F)

I know I shouldn’t be here. This is a dangerous place for me to be. Maybe tonight was not such a good idea. Yes, it’s true we are still friends and all we did was go to dinner, but now we’re back in here. In your bedroom where we spent many nights doing many things other than sleeping. They all seem to hit me at once as I lean against the side of your bed

You look so beautiful tonight in that black pajama set with the very form fitting tank top. I love the way it rises and falls as you breathe. I see that you are speaking to me, but I have not heard a thing that you have said. My mind is racing with ideas and memories.

It has only been a few weeks since we last touched as lovers. But it feels like a lifetime ago. I can barely keep my hands still. They fight me in their longing to hold you. God, why do I fight them? My mind has already given in.

A Helping Hand (MF) – Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – The Smiths

I had known Morgan and her family for years. Our families were part of a co-op (starting about 10 years ago) and once a month, everyone would meet up to get our bulk food and divide it up. It was a fun time, with whole families coming to help, so there were kids running around and it was almost a party atmosphere.

My wife, Melissa, introduced me to Morgan Smith and her husband Mike at one of these events. “Dan, this is Mike and Morgan” and I shook hands with Mike and Morgan. Their oldest girl, Allie, at 9, was just a little older than my son, Gary, and they had two other kids that were somewhere around the ages of our other two kids. Our kids seemed to hit it off and enjoyed playing during the co-op meetups. Over the course of many months, Morgan and I would talk and realized we graduated high school the same year, so we talked about 80s music and the like. At the time, we were both in our mid-30s. She was cute and it was hard not to notice her ample breasts, but I was happily married and so she seemed to be, so I did nothing and she just a nice friend in town.

The Cruise, part Six [FFF]

Emily got back to her room just before 9pm, updating her calendar as she arrived. As soon as she was in her cabin she stripped, used the toilet and had a quick shower. Getting out of the shower she wrapped a towel around herself and opened the calendar for her appointment at 10pm, checking to see if there were any notes.

Just as she sat down, Emily heard a knock at her cabin door. Cautious and confused, she opened the door, hiding her toweled covered body behind the door. In the corridor was the girl she had seen earlier in the day leaving Grates’ office. The girl pushed the door open as soon as Emily opened it, then sat down on Emily’s bed.

“Excuse me? Who are you?” Emily asked indignantly.

“I’m Sam,” the girl said. “Didn’t Grates let you know? Our ten o’clock is a two girl show.”

Emily tried to recover herself, scrolling through her calendar where she found a note to the effect, but no details. “Well, she didn’t give me any details in the calendar note,” Emily said, holding her towel tight around herself.

[M/S] Update – Caught my mom masturbating

Again, last week, I saw her bedroom room being open. She was in her bed, naked under the robe, playing with herself and moaning. This time, i got naked and went near the door and watched her really close. She had her eyes closed and was masturbating with her fingers, pinching her nipples. She orgasmed with a shiver and saw me standing there but didnt speak. I ran back to my room. I am not feeling anymore guilt or regret and really enjoyed this time around.

We havent spoken about this yet.

Wedding Happenings Part 01 (MF)

Bella Houston was looking around the banquet hall of the Ritz hotel, smiling dutifully. Inside, she was not smiling. The new Mrs. Houston was regretting choosing money over freedom. At only 21, she had let herself fall into the trap of being a bought and paid-for wife. Her husband, Charles Houston the Third, was very wealthy. Unfortunately, he was also quite dull and boring. He was absorbed in his passion, with money being no object, he was delving into Archeology.

His lovemaking, if you could call it that, was similarly dull, he’d grab her ass and her tits, squeezing and twisting them, thinking that was the way to get her motor running then he’d jump aboard, and with no grace, ram in his 5-inch little dick. Her grunts and wrigglings of discomfort got him nicely warmed up, thinking it was her pleasure he was hearing, and in 1 to 2 minutes, he’d stiffen up, and grunt and growl like a fucking wildebeest, and dump his load, one or two squirts and he was done.

She saw Charles’ cousin, John Mason, trying to make inroads with Cassidy Riley, her best friend and her Maid of Honor.

[MM] Beta husband finally finds an Alpha to serve.

My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest as I walked up a set of unfamiliar stairs to face an unfamiliar door. My stomach was in knots, my breathing was erratic and made me a little worried I was actually going to pass out. My body was screaming at me to turn around and go back home to my wife, that this was a mistake; but my mind had been fantasizing and planning this moment for years and wasn’t about to let me chicken out.

I came there straight from work, but I stopped at a store along the way to buy a pair of gym shorts and a grey t-shirt. I was too paranoid she would be able to smell his house on my clothes, but standing there in that outfit just made me feel like I was back in middle school gym class to be honest which just multiplied how vulnerable I was feeling.

302, all I could do was just stand there staring at that number plastered on the door. I think that image is going to be burned into my mind forever. I gathered every ounce of strength and will I had, knocked and waited patiently for a response.

This is what you want [dark, non-con, humor, no gender, anal]

The evening blows in through the open window. Since your arm is hanging out, your hand feels the balmy air a second before your face does. The first warm night of the year felt like a good night for a drive and you could not resist rolling down the glass. The radio plays some song, you know it but you are not really hearing it. Your mind is already imagining what could be lurking in the dark shadows. Your imagination gets carried away and suddenly, you get an idea.

You steer your vehicle into the pitted asphalt parking lot with one flickering street light. Your car is the only one in this dark place and you feel alone in the world. But you know that is not true. That is precisely why you picked this place. You know better than to be here, the crawling on your skin is proof enough. The reputation of this parking lot is infamous in your town and yet, here you are.