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Fantasy Fullfilled Part 1 M/F

My heart races when I see your name come up on my phone. There are butterflies in my stomach and my palms go damp. I answer with a smile on my face.

You ask me to meet you for drinks, maybe dinner? How can you know what you do to me? How wet my pussy is just thinking I get to sit by you, talk to you, spend a few hours with you?

I take my time preparing for you. I’m waxed smooth, mostruized every inch of my body for you. My makeup is perfect, smoky eyes and bright red lipstick. My long brown curls are ready for your hands. I agonize over what to wear. I finally decide on a simple flowy dress that shows off my cleavage and the sexy black heels.

My heart jumps as I walk into the bar and see you sitting there. You’re do damn sexy. That salt and pepper beard, the rolled up sleeves of your shirt showing me your tattoos. My mouth waters at the sight of you.

Conversation always is so easy with you. We can talk about everything and anything. You make me laugh with your wicked humor and dirty mind. Do you know how badly I want you? Read more »

[M/F] [shortstory] going down on him

I can feel the warmth of his body next to mine, we are just chilling on the couch watching a dumb movie. Slowly I reach my hand on his cock above his pants, hearing a soft mumble in response, it’s dark but I can see his eyes looking down.

“Please,” I say, he is fully aware of my intentions and I see a smirk on his face.

“Sure,” He says and I slide to the floor, on my knees I start to take off his pants and underwear and one of his hands slides on my hair. I grab his still a bit soft dick with one hand and kiss the tip gently, hearing another soft moan. When I lick the base of his dick I feel the grasp on my hair getting stronger, slowly taking it in my mouth, feeling it getting harder while I suck it. Holding his balls with my free hand, I start to go down on him faster, his cock hard and wet with my saliva. His grasp on my hair followed my movements.

“I think that’s enough,” I say, biting my lips, teasing him. Read more »

Forbidden Desires-Part 13

When my brother joined the army and left me alone with my twin Sarah and our parents, all I felt was a sense of extreme vertigo from heartbreak. My feet laid firmly on the ground as he went up the bus steps and my head and body went into the sickening spinning freefall. A screaming of my sub and unconscious mind in unmistakable unison. And when he died, the vertigo went from a six out of ten to a hundred out of ten as I lost the only family that ever truly accepted me for being me.

This is how I felt, a sense of vertigo as flames lept from my hands and towards the five hooded figures, followed shortly by the melting of Seattle into the sight of the inside of my studio apartment in Bellingham, WA.

Fernando, someone I had known for less then two days, held me steady and helped me sit on my couch before my cluttered coffee table.

“I’ll get you some water,” he says to my spinning head.

But before he goes I grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks and making the room settle into a still silence as the events at Pike Place Market storm my senses and everything odd about him melt into it like cheese on hot bread. Read more »

Our Hot Daughters [M/F]

Being a father is great. And even greater if you got some beautiful daughters. Guiding them into adulthood is just a great, but demanding experience. Especially when you are a pervert like me: I like my girls barely legal. Not that I am not attracted to some older women, like my wife, but all together I prefer them young. It is just my kink.

So it got tricky, difficult for me when my two daughters came into that age. They were just a total taboo temptation. Luckily, when I started to see them as something different as just my daughters, the time of family vacation trips were over. And they both had just moved out of our family home. The were smart, they went to study at a university out of down. So I was safe. Temptation was low. At least regarding my daughters.

And yes, I mentioned her earlier, my wife. We were the ideal match. We still loved each other after more than two decades with each other. And there were some sparkles left in bed. But something was missing, it wasn’t as explosive as it used to be years ago. Read more »

Diary of a well-trained Slut [FM]

I think I’m slowly losing the ability to consciously decide when to edge. I find myself humping, rolling my hips, flexing my pelvic floor, edging throughout the day unaware I’m even doing it. It’s like an addiction and it gets harder and harder to control. When I’m distracted my hands just wander between my legs or I find myself grinding against furniture, casually “brushing against” something at crotch level.

It takes more and more mental effort to not relapse into edging, it’s like it’s inevitable. My body teaching my mind that losing control feels good.

The weaker my will to resist edging, the more my mind numbs, the more my body rewards me with pleasure and intensity.

It’s a vicious cycle. I hope I don’t wind up completely braindead, mindlessly edging all day. Feeling needy, frustrated, and addicted to the feeling of my own wet pussy. Writing this right now, admitting to reddit the addiction I have to edging myself silly, has me sinfully turned on… I can feel my panties getting wet, my heart pounding. I shift in my seat to innocently relieve some of the wetness spreading but wiggling at my desk is rubbing me the right way. Read more »

ABBY, JUNIOR, MEL, and BERTIE (Part 2) – A mother learns to love enslavement by her troubled son and his domineering girlfriend [M/S Incest] [FFM] [BDSM] [Forced Orgasms] [Rape] [Drug Use]

Part 2 (Chapter 4)

*Call Me Abby*

The first time I met Melanie in person was on my back tied to my bed.

Frank Jr. was in my bedroom that morning doing FaceTime with her on the iPad when I came out of the shower in my bathrobe and a towel around my wet hair, telling her to come over and meet his mom.

I was confused, both that he had a girl, and because up til then he had been treating this day like one of *those* days: I take some kind of pill he gives me, shower, then surrender utterly to whatever he wants to do to me for as long as he wants to do it. Plus, the flog he likes to beat me with was already laid out on my bed.

I never knew for sure which trip I was taking because he never told me. He only made me take the drugs once or twice a week, and never the same one twice because he didn’t want me to develop a tolerance to anything. But after performing my ablutions that morning, I was starting to feel the warm melty edges that made me think it was probably the X, which is my favorite. Read more »

Roscoe Forthright’s Starship Rimshot. RIGELLIAN GIRL-SCOUT PUSSY-WHIP MERIT BADGE NO.4

Roscoe Forthright’s Starship Rimshot. RIGELLIAN GIRL-SCOUT PUSSY-WHIP MERIT BADGE NO.4

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Between the ages of 12 to 18 the Girl-Scouts on Rigel XII earn college credits and piles of cash, as they are awarded merit badges for forest camp, space camp and specific social skills. The most coveted badge is Pussy-Whip Badge No.4. To receive this gold and emerald pin (in the shape of a pussy) each girl must show proficiency in getting boys to do: **Exactly What They Are Told To Do. And, RIGHT NOW!** Each girl is assigned a selection of four boys, between the ages of 18 and 45. The males are distinctly different personality-types, as it is assumed when the girls are older, they will want to have firm control over many types of men.

TYPE ONE: Popular, athletic, A-student from a wealthy family, who owns his own anti-grav car.

TYPE TWO: Brilliant, nerdy geek, who will be a billionaire by age 22, from his technological inventions.

TYPE THREE: Virtuoso artist in any field. Painter, poet, pianist. The art form does not matter. His genius matters. His genius will lead to piles of cash and fame, only when properly handled. Read more »

[FMMM] Dragging myself to the gym Part 3

Please read 1 & 2 first

What have I gotten myself into.
Bra-less, dripping, sweaty and in between two hunks who could eat me upside down. (That’ll be really hot)
“Let’s get you on the bench.”
I reach for my bra, but the kid is swift enough to push it under a machine. Ughh… Although fortunately, I grabbed my top, not much of use but better than nothing.
So in a room full of three men, i am walking around in a translucent crop top which gracefully drapes over my huge boobs and erect nipples. You grab my hand and make me sit on the bench, legs on either side and back towards you. I can see myself in the huge mirror in front of me, a wreck, you behind me with your hands on my shoulders and the boys, thirsty, on either side behind you. You gently slide my hair on one side from my neck and start massaging my shoulders, hard but gentle and I can’t help but moan. You’re cruel.
From my neck you’ve slid down to my chest and slowly i feel your warm finger tips holding and pressing my cold nipples. A light pinch and you pull away. Have me lie down on the bench and ask me to do leg raises. Wtf, still.
1…2… 5… 10…. hold. I am panting, and my top is almost off, but i can’t care enough anymore to pull it to cover myself. You ask the other kid to hold my ankles up high. “You need to feel free”, and reach for my leggings and pull them from the top, struggling as the elastic stretches on my butt, but slides off smoothly thereafter. Read more »

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F] Part 36

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I always enjoyed watching him, and seeing him walk through the doors of the gym becomes the highlight of my day. He usually comes in late, wearing office attire and slacks. Unassuming, it’s like a good disguise. To the untrained eye, he seems to be just your average office worker. He’s not particularly gorgeous or anything, he’s handsome don’t get me wrong but he won’t be turning heads or anything. He’s not tall or anything, he’s about the same height as I am.

But until he shed’s those layers, that is what people will assume him to be: normal.

But something about him catches my eye. He is lean and toned, but his muscles are not engorged or big and bulky or anything. I have a certain dislike for the cocky bastards that populate gym, cocky men who thinks they are god’s eternal gift to the world. I dislike them greatly, especially how they look at me.

But him? He acts with graciousness and very open about his intentions. He looks me in the eyes when we speak, he talks with his hands open and a gentle smile across his face. He treats me like he’s known me for a long time. Read more »