-LISA-

[Str8] [fiction]

Chapter 3 / Lisa and Bunny

It has been a few weeks since the double penetration and tentacle fucks and Lisa was sitting home, reading an old hentaï story she had in her desk.

She was wearing cute green Adidas shorts, which contrasted well with her snow-white hairs. Her eyes sparkeled with excitment behind those sexy glaces and if it weren’t for her college sweat, her hard nipples would have been free to wander. Two curvy legs were hanging from the side of the sofa and waving in the rythm of a song.

The story she was reading only reminded her of the tentacle guy and filled her with the need for more. She hadn’t heard him from then, and most importantly she hadn’t fucked also. She felt horny many times but hesitated to do something about it, so she ended up masturbating with her alien dildo every time.

Today however was diffrent. All this sexual energy she had since few weeks ago, she needed to use. She was finnally accepting who she really was-
a sex driven person, a wild slut in the search of eternal orgasm.

Wurzburg Witch Trial 2016 [MMMF][nc][huml]

Wurzburg, Germany

April 2016

If you were given the chance to save the life of another at the cost of great peril to yourself, would you do it? People might hesitate a little, and some others might not even think twice to turn away, after all self-preservation is the most important thing. But that’s certainly not what Karla Wagner would do. Otherwise, she wouldn’t find herself in this dire situation. In a world where magic is frowned upon, what was she doing using her ability to heal some stray cat in public park?

The young woman is gasping as she runs through the city alleyway. Her shoulder-length brown hair waves as she occasionally turns her head to watch her back. Her slender legs are slowly giving up, she’s been running non-stop for 20 minutes. After turning several times he stops briefly to catch her breath. Sweat is running down her fair skin, drenching her white blouse.

Ten seconds haven’t passed since Karla paused and around the corner, one man in a black uniform comes storming through. Their eyes are locked and by now break time is over.

-LISA-

[Str8] [fiction]

Chapter 2 / Another Day, Another Tentacle.

Lisa looked down to find her feet in water. Where was she ? She looked around and saw nothing. She screamed and nobody answered.

“What is this place ? ” she tought to herself.

A space between spaces, a virgin world, not touched by god or by humains. Whatever it was, it was freezing and dark and Lisa left with only a soaking shirt on her and nothing else was trembling from fear and cold.

Suddenly a light appeared in the distance, somewhere beyond the horizon, barely visible.
Not knowing what to do she started walking to the light. Step by step she felt warmer, step by step she felt better. She walked for days. Without stopping, and without sleeping.

Still marching through water after 7 days of traveling Lisa arrived at a gate. And at this gate a giant octupus was waiting. However there was something humain in his eyes. She could read a desire and a need. She could feel he was suffering and he was sad.

-LISA-

[Str8] [Fiction]

Lisa put her favorite red dress and looked herself into the mirror. She felt embaressed.

Three years ago she was rocking it in this outfit but today she was hardly breathing in it. She felt embaressed of how much weight she had put on. She was still kind of attractive in a curvy, chubby kind of way, but she didn’t felt like that. She tought she was digusting. She didn’t want to go to the party feeling like this, but she had made a promise to her friend Jenny.

She put on some make up and changed into a more comfy outfit, that doesn’t show her curves. Took one last insecure glance at the mirror and went out.

Immideatly after she and Jenny arrived at the party, Jenny was swooped away by some curly hawaiian guy and Lisa found herself all alone on a party she knew almost no one.

She went on the terrasse for a smoke and while hesitating if she want to leave, a tall drunk guy came to talk to here.

“Hey there, beautiful” he said confidently.

“I’m not beautiful” answered silently Lisa, and turned away to hide her blushing sides.

The adventures of Megan: Anal Party

Megan and I are at a house party but we don’t seem to be enjoying ourselves. Thats because we were both the designated sober daycare teacher for our drunk friends.

I notice Megan and how she’s cuter than the drunk girls on the dance floor so I go talk to her. We have a normal conversation then I steer it in a more sexual way and when she has a positive reaction I make a move. Yada yada yada you know how to get a girl to make out with you from there.

Then Megan does something daring. She pulls out my dick right there and starts sucking. We’re sitting on s couch with a large crowd of people dancing in front of us mind you. Some people noticed, got some high fives. Then she looks up at me quickly and moves her face up to mine and we make eye contact. I know that look. That’s the look of a girl who knows she’s getting fucked good tonight.

Beyond Anything This World Could Ever Offer

Artemis needed a massage really badly. It had been awhile since I had done this for her. Her shoulder area and sciatica in her lower back get especially affected, at times. So, I had her undress and lie on her tummy. Looking at her amazing skin and numerous tats, I couldn’t help but remember that last time I had given her a massage. By her moans, when I brushed against certain portions of her hot body, I could tell she wanted more…and who am I to let a lady down? **wink**

So, I made certain to cover the back of her entire body with the most fragrant body oil I had. I then began at her neck to work toward her midsection (and would later work from her feet toward her midsection) as this would allow any toxins released through the massage to flow toward her elimination system.

As I worked from her neck to her arms and then to her upper back, I began to feel an unusual sensation flow through me. It was somewhat like a feeling of closeness, but with a more intense effect upon my emotional makeup. Then, once I started massaging her upper back, the feeling became so completely overwhelming that I nearly began to cry.

Breeding the Already Bred – The Story Continues [MF] [Oral] [Office]

This is the continuation of a couple of stories I posted a few weeks ago, while it’s not necessarily required to enjoy this one, you may want to read my previous posts to get caught up on the backstory.

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We couldn’t help ourselves, me and my “Already Bred” girlfriend were in the throes of a full-on office affair. No doubt, there was an intense attraction between us, but the idea of sneaking around, especially fooling in the office added an extra level of intensity to the relationship. Not to mention that there was something about her being pregnant that made her that much more attractive to me, she had this glow, it’s hard to explain, it just made me want her that much more.

We fooled around every chance we got, especially when in the office, and when we weren’t fooling around, we were sexting! Dirty explicit messages back and forth, nude pictures, videos, you name it we probably did it.

One day a text popped up on my phone, “Hey Babe, I’m having network trouble, think this is something you can help with?” I’m head of IT at our company.

Sister’s heels and her submissive brother PART 2 [Femdom] [sph] [worship]

This is part 2 , i have the first part in my account its short and sweet , this is a longer story i hope you enjoy

After his sister left her room to go to the occasion worshiper was still kneeling on the ground naked , he didn’t believe what just happened he finally confessed his emotions to his sister but he wasn’t sure what the consequences will be , now that goddess is gone worshiper laid in the bed since it was late he kept thinking about goddess until he slept.

He woke up to his sister calling his name and shaking his shoulders “worshiper wake up i need you for something” he waked up and remembered what happened tomorrow and was curious and scared what will happen now then she smirked “good morning my heel kisser , follow me to my room we need to talk” he followed behind her , she was wearing leggings that showed her cute butt and a shirt

When they reached her room she sat on the bed and looked at her brother “im glad about what happened last night now your big sister know you better but we need to make things different”

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 1-2 [slow, nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly
by DiscipleN

[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

Chapter 1

Barely making it in Seattle. That should be my forum name. I finally found work, and then my husband slips and cracks his spine. He’s on disability, and has regained most of his mobility, but Donald whinges whenever I bring up applying for work. Stace, our 14 year old daughter spends like a sixteen year old. She’s attractive enough. She doesn’t need the makeup and makeovers and makewhatevers, she saves every cent of her allowance for.

We were making it, a living. Can’t say that for most of our neighborhood. Funny thing is, the community next to ours began booming when the LINK rail line passed through it. Not that the mayor’s investments in that district had anything to do with the convoluted divergence from the light rail’s originally planned route.

A night by the lake [FM][Outdoors]

ew things are as beautiful as a late night swim in a forest lake, when the moonlight is all to navigate by and the ground is treacherous as you walk over roots first, then pebbles and ultimately start swimming because your feet lose contact. That silence, the cold water around you and the fear of swimming out too far, they are all so surreal that it makes you wonder if you’re dreaming. Add a naked women some twenty feet ahead of you to the mix and you definitely know it’s not real, that you aren’t considering to just drop your pants and join her after you found your secret spot already occupied.
That night though it was just what had happened, we were on a camping trip the university’s biology arm had organized just because they felt like it. Maybe some ‘getting to know nature’ thrown in to argue for funding, but it was really just a free for all camping trip and I certainly had nothing to do with biology. Neither had professor Lyndon, she led my English literature class if she wasn’t jumping on the chance to go for a late night swim dressed much less adequately than I normally knew her.