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Shadows Follow Him [MF] [hotwife] [voyeur] [mf] [straight] [paranormal] [fiction]

*Author’s Note: This is a stand-alone sequel to* **An Obsidian Darkly**. *You don’t have to read the previous story to understand this one, but if your curiosity can’t be cured, click on the link in the comments. In this tale, Geisten is a teenager in high school.*

 

There were many reasons why his childhood could have been a bad one, but when you have parents who think the world of you and want only what is best for you, your childhood tends to be a good one. The goodness followed him into his teenage years. And so did the shadows.

Geisten first manifested the power at the age of ten. It was during a family outing at a frisbee golf course. His parents, Mark and Felicity, and his biological father, Lucas, looked on as he got ready to make his first throw of the day. He was standing eleven yards away from the frisbee basket. Following their instructions, he threw the frisbee and they all watched it fly through the air and miss the basket by a yard. Read more »

Bet Me [MF Exhib, Burgeoning BDSM]

[Note: There isn’t a ton of sex in the first two chapters as this is just beginning. This will be the start of a BDSM relationship.]

Chapter One

I work as an independent contractor, usually from the comfort of my own home. I enjoy my job, the self reliance, answering to no one but myself, having to build something from nothing. In fact, if I were to describe myself in a few words, there is no doubt in my mind that the first term I would use would be ‘fiercely independent’. It’s a point of pride. I have tried more traditional jobs when I was younger but I couldn’t cut it. Anything to do with authority, even simple things, made something inside of me react dramatically. I had a natural and thriving instinct for rebellion, if even just out of spite.

This is how I knew myself, for as long as I can remember. I scoffed at doting partners and timid people pleasers. Not because I thought myself better but because I couldn’t fathom that perspective. That was until a few months ago. Since the events I’m about to describe to you, I would’ve bet my left leg that there was no part of me that ached to please. That begged to be dominated. That could be so addicted to someone. Read more »

Regret, sort of Pt 1

I sometimes think back to the woman who broke me, the one who lead me to do some of the worst things I’ve ever done. The one who was so much fun. I had had a bad sex life until I was about 25, full of awkwardness, bad communication, assumptions, taking verbal abuse, you name it. I was starting to use social media to meet women and had no idea what I was about to get myself into.

I was chatting with two or three women at once and anxious to meet up. One in particular we had great chemistry before even meeting. We had phone sex one night about a week before meeting, which she told me she rarely had. Even more rare is that she came. Knowing that her body orgasmed with my verbal help made me feel so good. But we hadn’t even met yet, so I was open to dates with other women.

I thought I was going to have a hot and heavy date with this other woman who agreed to just flat out come for dinner at my house. Oh boy, I was nervous. I had high hopes that we would end up in bed with her giving me filthy orders in Spanish (that language does things to me). Read more »

I’m [m] hot for my realtor [f]

A couple weekends ago, I visited an open house a few miles from my apartment. When I got there, I couldn’t help but notice the realtor. Early 30’s, naturally tan skin, wavy hair with blonde highlights. She had bright red lipstick, a pierced septum and I could see a tattoo on her forearm. She was edgy, but well put-together. An absolute dream.

After about 15 minutes at the open house, I’d seen enough and was ready to leave. Before leaving, I made some small talk in the kitchen with her. Somewhere between talking business, I awkwardly blurted something about having the place to ourselves with some sort of thinly-veiled innuendos. While she laughed off my advance, I noticed the wedding ring on her hand, so I didn’t press any further. I’m sure she was used to a little flirting.

Later the following week, she texted me about a new listing in the area, asking if I was interested in looking. We set up a walkthrough a few days later. Read more »

Mia’s Training Part 1: “I’ve Been A Very Bad Girl, Sir.” [mf][Mdom][bdsm][Str8]

Greetings, /r/SexyStories.

I’m a non-monogamous (dominant) guy with multiple current partners. But it would not be an exaggeration to state that one of them has predominately given me my favorite moments. This is my story on how I turned a meek girl who grew up in a conservative Mormon family into my own kinky, submissive, and wild fucktoy.

My relationship with her dates back to my junior college year.

One of my elective courses had a clearly shy *—* and busty, despite her, perhaps, *intentions* to hide her assets with loose clothing— 18-year-old freshmen student whose name was Mia. She was 5’2″, meek, shy, petite, and yet somehow busty, all characteristics within her that greatly aroused me. Innocent looking too. She hit all of my particular kinks. I love the innocent types. The girls who are cute-looking, sexually inexperienced, and eager to learn.

And it turns out she was. Mia related to me that she grew up in a strict conservative Mormon family. Premarital sex, threesomes, BDSM, and the like were all taught to be abominations. Her father was a church elder. Her mother was a dutiful follower of Joseph Smith, Brigham Young, Russell Nelson, and the broader Mormon church. What a mistake for her parents to send her off to a secular university. Mia soon related to me that she had secretly grown antagonistic towards the church. “The hypocrisies, the lies, the *bullshit*.” You couldn’t write up a better type for me to erotically explore with. Read more »

It was all so innocent (gay, BDSM, blkmale)

Part 1: All So Innocent All So Innocent…. It started innocently enough. My wife had told me about alt.com, a web site for adults who liked to indulge in bondage, role playing. Etc. We met in the S&M scene in DC years ago and she was way more active than I and after kids, had grown tired of it entirely. Needing an account to view the other profiles, I created a Gmail account and then came up with what I thought was a clever and used “neil4owner” for the Alt account name. It played with my submissive curiosity, and was available. Mostly I watched the uploaded pictures and videos, thinking how brave (foolish?) those posters were…as I tossed off at the images. Sometimes I’d watch a live web cam…but never commented, until one day I was watching this hot shemale playing with her cock and tits, getting me all kinds of hot. I messaged her that she was getting me so hard..and to my amazement, she messaged back asking to see it. I’m not embarrassed to say that, even approaching 50, I keep myself in shape. 5’8″ 165 lbs and shaved clean below the waist, at the request of the Mrs. But I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to take a picture with my phone…worked owned that..all I had was my cam. So, after a tiny bit of prodding from her…I turned on my cam and showed her my bulge. She just laughed and messaged me to “Show me that fucking cock!” Thrown just slightly by her tone…and unable to move, I felt my knees get weak…and I lowered my pants…and underwear, showing her my cock. It was thrilling. I looked at myself and saw how hard and rigid I looked on cam…just my cock. No face. She asked me to jerk off…telling me to think about sucking on her cock. I touched myself, while she slowly messaged her dripping cock. We just got off on each other and I was about to cum when suddenly I realized that somebody else was watching me. When I opened my camera for her…I was also opening my cam up for anyone else who wanted to watch. First 2, then 3 people watched my hard cock. All were older than my 49 years and they started to chat with me. “So bitch, anyone own you?” “Nice cock faggot” “Anyone breed that ass yet, bitch?” And at their comments I came as hard as I had ever cum. Now satiated, I closed my cam and the web pages as fast as I could, while trying to not drip cum all over the computer. I tried to distance myself from what had just happened. Why did I get off so hard at their verbal humiliation? I took a shower and tried to get back to life. It was fun, but it’s over. I thought. The next morning I received an email from an account I didn’t recognize. And it was from an Alt.com member. It read, in part, “Nice show yesterday Faggot. Did you enjoy showing off your little clit for us?” I was stunned. And I was hard. “I’ve been looking for somebody to play with on cam. You’re it, bitch.” My hard-on was hurting, straining. “When you get this, log-on. I’ll be around. You’re going to perform for me.” I sat there for at least 20 minutes. Reading and re-reading his (I assumed) email. I was home along. After 25 minutes, I signed back in, and rejoined the chat sessions. Within five minutes, he messaged me. “I knew you’d be here slut. Did your clitty get hard when you read my email.” I just stared at his messaged. And then I answered honestly. “yes.” He seemed to enjoy that. “That’s right. Turn your fucking cam on. NOW! Your mic too!” My heart sunk…and my cock was as hard as it had ever been in its life. I was helpless to resist. I opened my cam, and he immediately joined. “Lose the clothes little faggot! Now! Nothing but your white pussy flying in the breeze” Hastily I stripped down and soon I was sitting at my desk nude, my cam pointed at my cock and balls. “Put your feet up on your desk. I wanna see that pussy up close.” Shifting forward I did as ordered. It was exhilarating. I was doing what someone, a man no less, wanted. Anything he wanted. I felt so slutty. Pre-cum dribbled out my cock. “So, think you’re gonna cum?” he messaged. I started to message back that I was, and he messaged me to just say it. The microphone. I had forgotten. “Yes, I think I’m going to cum.” I said. “Why”, he messaged. “Huh, faggot, why?” I sat for what felt like hours, but less than a minute later, he messaged me again. “Tell me why, or I’m leaving now.” Without thinking twice, I shouted out, “Because you make me feel like a slut and whore and I think that’s really what I am.” “Excellent.” He messaged. “Cum for me now and lick it off your fingers, bitch! And for the life of me, I did. After I settled down, he messaged me one last time for the day. And it would change my life. “Well done faggot. You’ve confirmed that I choose my bitch well. And you are now my bitch.” Then, as if pronouncing sentencing he continued, by using my full name. I was stunned. How? “I knew you were ripe for the taking. You were so easy. Do you have any idea what’s on the wall behind you?” I went beet red. My technical certification was hanging on the wall behind my head the whole time. With my full name and chapter. “I own you now, bitch. You’ll do what I want, when I want. I recorded the whole sordid debauchery and anyone who knows you will know it’s you. And the best part? We don’t live 35 minutes apart. Rest, bitch, but know that one piece at a time, I’ll own every part of you. Ta ta.” I was trapped. All I could do was wait and see if it would all blow over. ——————– Questions/Comments? Please email: neilspankme@gmail.com Read more »

The Genie

Dear reader, if you ever find the same magic lantern of sexual wishes, just put it down and walk away. I have written down my story here as a warning. The genie is evil and will make sure to twist your wishes into nightmares. She will ruin you and your loved ones beyond all hope. I’m sorry for what I wished for not only for what it did to me but how it changed my wife and our lives. Read more »

The Camgirl Part LVII: First Date [Plot]

**LVII: Liam and Blake**

**Liam**

Liam looked up from his phone toward the door when the little bell sounded. Upon seeing the top of an almost platinum-blonde head pass through, he sighed and leaned back against the corner of the snack aisle, turning his attention back to his book. The series was an old favorite he’d decided to re-read for the eighth or ninth time, though it would only be his third time reading the full series, as the final book had come out only 2 years past. He didn’t think he’d stayed up till 5 AM reading a new book since then.

“Okay, I know I took a little while, but I definitely didn’t take long enough for you to start reading and completely ignore me.”

Liam blinked at Blake’s voice. He hadn’t heard anyone else come in after the blonde. When Liam turned around to face his friend, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

Blake was the blonde.

Shining, white-blonde ringlets fell down past Blake’s shoulders, covering a sleek, dark-red leather jacket. Dark gloves and a scarf helped cover her hands and neck, and tight, dark-washed jeans encased her legs. She smirked at him, smoothing some of the ringlets out of her face, “I’ll take that to mean I made the right choice.” Read more »

My Secret Fantasy Comes True [MMF][reluc][voy]

I’ve always had a secret fantasy about watching my wife
fuck another man. I wasn’t sure I wanted it to become a
reality. I never told her about it, until it actually
happened.

Last summer my wife and I went on a weekend camping
trip with our friend, Doug. Once we arrived at the camp
site our friend realized his tent was completely torn
and there was no way he would be able to use it. We
offered to let him share ours and he accepted.

I was a bit disappointed because I figured this meant I
would not be able to have sex with my wife, Patty, on
the trip. I was completely horny by the time we decided
to turn in, because the situation fed into my secret
fantasy. I waited until I thought Doug was asleep, and
then began to rub Patty and kiss her neck. She allowed
me to do this, but right when it seemed like she
started to get excited she forced me to stop and turned
over to go to sleep. Read more »