Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 2 [FF][Sex][Mast][Exh][Huml][FDom][NC][Magic]

**Chapter 3: History or Herstory?**

Sabina’s morning class was Early American History, colonization stuff covering everything from Canada to the Caribbean. It was interesting to hear the human side of the story, though the witches knew there was a lot more magic behind the scenes that made the lands inhabitable by Westerners. The indigenous people had strong magic, but they made some bad deals with the spirits of the world, many of them becoming corrupted, and the humans only exacerbated that with their introduction of technology and things like iron and steel.

She sat in the third row. It gave her good line of sight to the exits, not that she was ever that worried about threats at the school, but a little safety went a long way. Her friend Vera dropped down in the seat next to her.

“Nice top.” Vera said.

“Thanks.” Sabina said, straightening it a bit.

“You know you can see your bra through that.” Vera added.

“But not my tits, right? Just cleavage?” Sabina asked, cupping her bare breasts through the sheer fabric to convey the illusion.

“Well, no, of course not. I’d let you know if that was the case…after I enjoyed the view.” She grinned.

Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 1 [MF][Oral][Mast][Exh][Voy][Magic]

**Note:** I found this the other day when going through some old files, and I thought it might be enjoyed by some due to the recent TV show (which this pre-dates). Oddly enough, I *also* based this off of the more modern / edgy comic series. Fair warning, this story is incomplete (though there will be a few more parts posted).

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**Chapter 1: What’s Your Price for Flight**

Sabina was dreaming. She knew she was dreaming because when she looked down at herself flying on her broom, the hair between her legs was all black. Ever since she turned sixteen, ‘came into her bloom’, as her ‘aunts’ said, she had a streak of platinum blonde hair running up the right side of her bush—her Harry Potter pussy. The nearly white blonde hair matched that on her head, which had changed color overnight when she’d begun her moon cycle at thirteen. That was a difficult transition, but she’d gotten used to all the changes over the years, and there was only the last come, in six months, when she turned twenty, when she dedicated herself to the spirits, to becoming a witch.

My First Posted Fantasy (M for F)

I’d been thinking of someone for a while, we’ll call her Doris for this story. This is the fantasy I came up with tonight. Everything is from my perspective, would love to get a reply from a woman that can tell the other half of the story. Here it is:

Doris was standing in front of me.. it was finally happening. I look her up and down. She is short, no more than 5’6, but wearing tall heels. Her blonde hair is laying gently on her shoulders. Her tight body is showing through her dress, her tits are small but they are as perky as they have ever been. I can see her nipples pushing against the fabric. Her hazel eyes widening slightly and her perky mouth, usually in a smirk, is slightly open.

The Neighborhood: Part 10 [MF][Oral][Voy][Mast][Sex][Mdom][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 18: Tagging in Mike**

The next morning, Colin woke to his wife starting to go down on him. He pretended to be asleep until she really got him going, jolting ‘awake’ in pleasant surprise.

“Good morning.” She said, looking up from his slick cock. “Don’t worry, I already brushed my teeth. I just figured you deserved a bit of a reward for being so nice last night.” She went back to blowing him, and he enjoyed the ride, coming as she took it all it, swallowing with a grin.

“I…am not complaining.” He smiled. Sitting up, kissing her on the cheek. “You can blow me every morning.” He said. “Or you can give me a hand job. I’m not choosey.”

“I make no promises.” She said, smirking. “But you need to get ready for work…and I need some coffee.”

“I half expected you to be passed out from talking all night.” He said, getting out of bed. For the past two weeks, he’d stopped wearing anything to sleep in. He hadn’t encouraged Alison to do the same, but part of him was okay with that. He enjoyed taking her clothes off, pajamas or otherwise.

Terrible Terry Ch3 [mffm][mff][nc][

It was hard to think about anything other than Terry during college. Her almost white hair and pale figure. The smooth skin on her breasts as she bent over in a v-neck or the crease of her hips as she curled her knees forward. She was tantalizing. And she had owned me. She had humiliated me in front of my teammates and my best friend. She had complicated things, to say the least, between me and my closest thing to a romantic contact. She had manipulated my body exactly how she wanted to on every occasion… and she had yet to let me finish. All I wanted was to hold her down into the mattress and get even. Then it would be over. Things would just go back to normal. Right? Right.

There was only one source of information in regards to Terry available to me. My once only chance at maybe having a romantic interest slash good friend slash fellow tool at Terry’s disposal. Cat had once been my conservative friend who wore a cross necklace to class and taught bible study on Wednesdays, but lately I had seen more of her – well lately I had seen her naked. Very naked. She had an exhibitionist streak in her. You could tell by the way she flowered in the attention around campus. Awards, leadership roles, teacher’s pet, sorority queen, she lived to serve and please and she had done that a lot lately.

[Voy,inc,teen] Air BnB Super hosts

Reposting an old story in preparation of continuing it!

Jim and Deb had gone through the usual roller coaster of marriage that most 40 something year olds went through. They had been madly in love, cold and distraught, and then comfortably content with each others company. They had acted as lovers, parents, best friends and strangers all within a month or so fairly regularly. Their lives needed direction as their kiddo hit her teenage years and their major role as “parents” faded to a spectator sport as Bridget breezed through high school. Jim had an ambitious idea one night when browsing vacation rentals on air bnb. Jim wanted to be a host, but not just a normal host that sets out towels and gave tourists recommendations on where to eat. He wanted to be a sexual concierge that could give couples or singles an experience they would never forget. He wanted to feed off their primal sexual energy. Its what they both wanted, and what they both needed.

The Morning[M][M][M][oral][gay]

My head felt heavy. A thick fog filled my skull. I tried to open my eyes and the fog spilled out over my vision. I blinked a few times and reached up to rub my head. I felt dizzy, the memories of the night flooding back to me. I remembered going out with the guys, I remembered tequila, and that was all I could wrap my head around.

I blinked one more time and looked up at the ceiling. It took me a few foggy seconds to realize that the white popcorn ceiling above me wasn’t my own. I looked a little around the room. The grey walls, the pale beige curtains, the dark wooden desk in the corner beside the bed. None of it was mine. It was in this moment that I looked down. I hadn’t felt the sucking before then, my mind was reeling and I finally realized what was happening. I looked down my bare chest and saw that I wasn’t alone.

A Night at the Bar [MF]

Our kids were at their grandparents for the week and it was a nice change of pace. When Thursday night rolled around, I thought I would head straight home. But some of the guys from work convinced me to go over to The Sparrow, the local bar. Calling up Marie, I could hear disappointment in her voice, but she told me to have fun.

Reaching the bar, we had a few beers while talking over work and life. We had been there for about an hour when I got distracted by a woman sitting at the bar. I had seen her enter, but didn’t pay any further attention until now. She was sitting at the bar in business dress, skirt, heels, and blouse. What caught my attention was the fact that she kept waving off any men who approached. Without realizing it, my coworker Larry decided to go over and try for himself. They talked for several minutes and things seemed to be going well, but then he must have said the wrong thing because she came scurrying back to our table. When we pressed him for details, he said that he had asked her to dance to the music that had just started, but that she coldly refused. As guys do, we all ribbed him about it for several minutes. Eventually he grew tired of it and challenged is to try. As the only married man, I refused. But they jumped all over me for not being any fun. Finally giving in, I hiked up my courage and walked over. After all, I was just going to talk to her, how much trouble could that be? Walking up to the woman I introduced myself, “Hi, I’m Ellen” She replied. We did the standard bar chit chat and I learned she was in town for the day on business and would be flying out tomorrow morning.

ACCIDENTAL SWINGERS [mmff] [swing] [oral] [mast] [anal] [facials] [piss] [creampie] [creampie eating]

A few months ago, Valerie asked if I wanted to grab a cup of coffee after our workouts. I barely knew her, but we were friendly and so I said sure. She sported a very elegant diamond wedding ring, so I assumed she had a purpose in asking me out that would reveal itself during coffee. Instead, we just chatted for almost two hours, laughing, touching each other on the hands and legs. Finally, I just had to know.

“So, was there something you wanted to ask me or … was this just a social outing? Because it’s not a date … is it?” I asked, glancing at her ring.

“Oh,” she laughed anxiously, running her fingers over her ring. “No, no. No. I didn’t want to ask you anything. I just wanted to get to know you. I hope you didn’t think this was a date.”

“I didn’t,” I said. “I saw the ring. I just assumed there was something –”

“Nope. Just looking for new friends.”

Alternative History 101 – [Yng][NC][Gang][Blkmail][Torture][Rough]

This is a fictional alternative history of my first time remotely exploring this kink to an adjacent degree. I, in real life, took some very stupid actions that could have resulted in a different result for me and this is an erotic look at such an alternative. Please, for the love of God, do not try to duplicate my experience the way I did. There are much safer avenues like Fetlife to explore ones issues and kinks and I happily recommend those. This is not intended to be fully realistic but an exploration of fantasy while I sit around the house today. Real rape is horribly abusive and traumatic. All that said now, enjoy ;)
 
Alternative Histories 1: by Badsammie

I scrolled through the messages I had gotten back on Craigslist one more time. I thought I had settled on the man I planned to meet, and had almost replied back, when the urge had hit me to look through everything one last time. He seemed safe, but something was niggling the back of my mind and I couldn’t place why. So, venturing through all the replies that had seemed promising, I pulled up what had been my backup.