The Connection [MF] [mast]

A soft sigh, half-nose half-throat, reaches me as my eyes feast on you. The clear line of muscle in your forearm that keeps your hand pressed firmly between your legs. I wonder why you remain like this, almost frozen in this pose, but then my mind wanders once more. “Open your legs,” I whisper, and sure enough, your knees rise and your thighs part.

I think of what I might do…that I might kneel on the floor at the end of the bed and lean forward between your legs and breathe on you, my lips forming an 0 to cover you with hot breath, then contracting to an o, changing the sensation, turning the stream to cold. And as I stand over you I watch your body relax and a smile appear on your face – replaced by a sudden look of shock, eyes and mouth wide open, and a wriggle in your hips as if trying to escape, your legs writhing.

I think of extending my tongue, tasting you, fireworks in my mouth as new and wondrous and bright as the first time I ever did so. And I watch your fingers extend and lightly brush the outline of your pussy, making your lips swell.

Not An Ordinary Day [MF] [long-distance meet-up] [poly]

The thought of him excited her.  The mention of his name made her heart race.  The sight of him brought quickness to her breath.  The feel of his lips or fingers on her skin gave her a rush of wetness between her legs.  

On an ordinary day.  

Today would not be an ordinary day.  

They’d been planning the scene for weeks; safewords, hard and soft limits, protection, equipment.  They’d talked about the scene as a theory, as something to try, and come to the conclusion that, yes, they really wanted to do it together.  

She spent the morning getting ready, taking a bath and relaxing and eating lightly.  She didn’t want to be overly full but she knew she’d need the calories. They tended towards excessive amounts of energy expenditure whenever they got together. He spent the morning rechecking the hardware and making sure he had her favorite protein drink on hand, along with a few surprise treats.  

Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 3 [MF][Sex][Mast][Exh][FDom][MC][Voy[[Magic]

**Note:** More is coming from The Neighborhood. Editing for Reddit (formatting) is not a simple task. Enjoy the filler stories in the interim.

**Chapter 6: A Chat, A Cat, and Sabina’s Black Patch**

After her roommate left for the morning, Sabina called Jackson, telling him the whole sordid vampire story.

“She made me come for an hour straight.” She said, angry.

“Like, one giant, long orgasm or—.”

“Like, thirty in a row. I feel like I was doing cross fit all night. Every muscle is sore.”

“Well, just to clarify, she didn’t make you do that, not really. She likely used a Heart’s Desire curse, which basically means giving someone too much of a good thing. It all happened in your mind, if that makes you feel any better. I mean, if you really like cupcakes, you would have probably felt like you were eating too many cupcakes and thrown up a lot. So, apparently, you just like sex…a *lot*, though. Let’s be honest, it wasn’t a hard guess for an initiate witch.”

“You don’t have to sound so amused, Jackson.” Sabina said.

The Gas Station Bathroom Part 1 [MF] [Oral] [Facial]

It was a warm summer night and after spending 4 hours driving and making it to the halfway point of my journey I figured it was about time to pull off and refuel both myself and my car. I pull into the first gas station I see which was almost empty due to the late hour. there was one other car which I assume is the employee that is working inside the gas station. I walk into the brightly lit store and see a cute young man, no younger than 20, sitting behind the counter. I smile at him as I approach the register and take a crisp 20-dollar bill out of my wallet. He smiles back at me and I see his eyes start at the floor and work up my curves. 

I’m not ugly by anyone’s standards, but I’ve also never been fighting guys off. The clerk was cute and had a friendly smile as I approached him, so the small amount of attention was taken with pride. I’m wearing a pair of navy blue Hollister sweatpants and a black tank top where the bra that holds my 32D breasts is poking out of the top. And my long, shiny blonde hair drapes over my perky breasts.

Veteran Vixens [MF]

“Veterans Day,” said former army grunt Matthew Antos, “a day I guess I’m supposed to look forward to. I guess that also means I should be happy for all the parades, salutes, and PSAs. And yet…”

He let his words trail off as he gazed out the window of his Washington DC hotel, watching as parade streets were cordoned off in anticipation of the big parade that afternoon. In a few hours, he was scheduled to don his army uniform and march with his old unit down the street, waving to cheering crowds praising them for their service. That was the public spectacle of Veterans Day. In private, however, things weren’t always so honorable.

Matthew had debated whether he should even show up. He’d been discharged from the army three months ago after serving for three years. He’d spent time overseas, making his way through a number of war zones and living the rigid life of a military man. That meant playing by the rules, serving his country, and being a hardened soldier. He did all of that in hopes of achieving more, but he didn’t expect to lose so much along the way.

Broken, Ruined, and Desperate [MF][Violent][Anal]

It comes and goes, that need, that primal urgency that can overwhelm me. I try to be a good girl, I truly do. Yes, I’m a slut, I’m a skank, and I’m a cheap set of holes. All that and more, and there come some days, rare ones, where I want to be so much more and so much less.

I want him to walk through the door and see me, except he doesn’t. He sees a warm mouth, C cup tits with pierced nipples, and two holes, one wet, one warm and tight. He doesn’t see me and honestly there isn’t a me to see. I am what he makes me and over time I see it. Broken, ruined, and desperate.

He grabs me by my neck and lifts me up, choking as he pulls me to his mouth, kissing me deep. No love, just need. Then with fearful strength, he throws me against the wall and I slide down, stunned. He needs to vent then and my body is the canvas to paint upon. I struggle to stand up, but he kicks my cunt, doubling me over. He needs it swollen, tighter. It’s never tight enough anymore unless his fist is shoved in it. He grabs my head and jerks it back up against the wall and rams his cock in my throat.

BEST FRIEND’S WIFE [MF] [cheat] [oral] [mast] [swallow] [grool] [guilt]

Six years ago, I was bartending when Michael and Sarah came in for drinks. At the time, they were just dating. We were all young. They ordered tons of drinks, got sloshed, and then rushed home. Before they left, Michael hugged me and said, “Let’s grab dinner soon. In the mean time, I gotta take Sarah home and fuck her brains out!” He was my best friend.

And Sarah was just stunning. It hurt to look at her. She came around the bar for a hug, but ended up planting a solid kiss right on my lips. My eyes grew wide. Was this a mistake? Had she meant to do that? Was she just drunk? I don’t know.

They married a few years later, had a kid, moved to the ‘burbs and our friendship, as a result, suffered. I rarely saw them. When I did get the chance to see Michael, he’d sit around and whine about the fact that his marriage sucked. It was all KID KID KID and then a little time to snuggle or kiss his wife, but that was about it. They were always exhausted between work and family and work and family. But it was what he wanted, and so for that, he couldn’t be happier.

Jogging through the woods [MF][NC][Anal][Rough]

Trigger warning and remember, real rape is a horrible and violent act. The story presented here is fantasy, nothing more and should be enjoyed as such.

Wrote this while laying about the house. Things in real life have been comparatively boring since I got my nips pierced last week. Still tender and it will be a while until fully healed. So enjoy!

I ran through the brush, stumbling, my breathing ragged as the invisible branches tore at my skin as I ran through the dark. I didn’t know where I was anymore, the light of park receding as he herded me towards ever greater darkness. I only heard three sounds in my desperation, my clumsy footsteps, my pounding heart, and his steady advance, somewhere behind me. Where had he come from, I wondered.

I had been out for my early morning run, needing to be done early enough to get to the bus station and head out to work. I preferred my sunrise jogs, but work had needed me in early and this was my only choice. I hated treadmills and despite the park being closed, no one had ever hassled me here before. Until now.

Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 9)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

The next week flew by in the wake of Harry and Hermione’s failed attempt to find Michaels memories. After a short conversation they had both agreed that they’d set aside their vendetta. Just for the time being. They both still wanted to see Michael expelled, and wanted to be the ones responsible, but they had nothing to go on. They had quickly met, leaving multiple details out of their reports to each other, and went their separate ways, each with their own secret.

Harry decided not to tell Hermione about him and Ms. Davies, because he’d rather skip the lecture. They both valued Ms. Davies as a professor, but when Hermione first heard that she was running around with one of her students she was critical to say the least. So Harry kept it from her, and it only tormented him a little.

Picking up something nice for the wife [MMF][cuck]

”How about him?” She asked and I tried to follow her sight line.

”Who?”

”On the left there, next to the short one.”

“He definitely looks strong.”

“Wanna go ask him for me honey?”

I scratched my cheek and blushed a bit as her brilliant smile broke any resistance I might have. “Okay, I’ll go have a talk with him.” I said and got up, only for her to grab me by the sleeve.

“One second honey.” The playful look in her eyes told me she was enjoying herself. She shifted in her seat as she rummaged around a bit under the table before packing something soft into my hand. “Give him that from me.” She winked, turning just as red as I did.

“You’re having way too much fun already.” I smirked and gave her a kiss before I headed up to the bar.

“Hey man, this seat taken?” Not exactly a Shakespearian opening line but it got me the seat and a quick introduction later had me his name: Joshua, a semi professional baseball player and he was there with Lee, his teammate. They were from out of town and were heading back in the morning, having finished their game that afternoon.