Fantasy Island Day 5 [Bi] [MF] [MM] [MMF] [Fdom] [Msub]

As I woke, there was relatively silence bar the tick-tock of a clock in the room. Friday. Really?

I was beginning to panic about having to leave the island and go back to real life. My job was stressing me out. I was lonely. I was sick of family expectations. Here, I could be myself and I found myself deeply bound to the woman next to me. She had my balls tied up in ropes and inserted a metal rod into my dick. Did it hurt? Just a pinch. I remember going for a pee on her in the shower and there was only a slight sting. When I woke up in the morning, I did before she roused and stood before the toilet. Morning wood meant aiming was a little difficult. Without any pain, I pissed into the bowl and smiled.

My Sweet Little, Pt. 2 [MF] [D/s]

He stood in front of her, bent down to her eye level, they were locked on his. Her breathing was faint and slow, frequent long exhales silently left her lips as her body shook. She was nervous, they had not been together for nearly a year. They were both hungry, craving something more than anyone could ever give them. She sat there, bent over holding her posture in the manner she knew he wanted.

He turned and faced the mirror behind him, she heard a *click* as he pushed on the mirror to open it. Turning back with two canes, he walked toward her holding them out.

“Tell me which one you would rather have me use,” he instructed her.

He could see her eyes narrow as panic set in, bouncing back and forth between the two. Finally, like a faint wind in the night air, she motioned toward his hand.

“Your left one,” She tried to mumble through the cloth panties.

He bent down and pulled the panties from her mouth, “what was that,” he asked her.

“Your left one,” she said nodding toward his left hand.

Don’t Be a Slut Part 1 [Mf] [oral]

Don’t be a slut. Don’t be a slut. Don’t be a slut.

How many times had she told herself those words? How many times had she ignored them? Don’t be a slut.

She’d made it the mantra of her trade. Don’t be a slut. There’s nothing wrong with sex and lust and love, just don’t be a slut. And only do anal. That was her other slogan.

But Ruth couldn’t help herself. Having sex always reminded her of the ocean: that wild stirring sensation, that flushed feeling that was somehow both incredibly wet and immensely hot.

She smiled into the torn pillow she’d ripped with her teeth. Her red hair was stuck to her face and her back. She was sweaty and hot and still trying to catch her breath, but warmth bubbled all over her backside.

Lying on her belly, she shut her eyes and focused on the sizzling tingle of ecstasy that coursed from her asshole to her fingertips. She felt it in every beat of her heart, felt the throbbing with every breath she took.

She gasped when the man’s palm came down on her ass with a loud gooey smack. It was still glistening from the lube, and the jiggling made her giggle.

Creature of the night [FM]

Stacy was a creature of the night, a party girl when she was still full of energy and a gloomy beauty full of contrasts once she cooled down and became tired. She was the only person who could bring Daniel to go to a party, to dance and suffer the insanely loud music when he absolutely hated all of that. He wasn’t a fan of clubs, the flashing lights and the depressing loneliness in the faces of everyone around him, but at her side it became something else. A workout after a long day, an extensive foreplay for the sex they never had or needed but with the long talks deep into the night and getting drunk together.

They were neighbors and had first met when she moved in and he had accepted her invitation despite knowing he wasn’t going to enjoy it, then miraculously enjoyed it. For a while he had been really unsure about her, thinking she was probably just allowing him to tag along but eventually it had become clear that despite their differences they liked, even needed each other to stay sane.

Fantasy Island Day 4 [Fdom] [Msub] [MF] [oral] [mast]

The shackles were off. Mistress immediately drew me towards the bed. I felt the vortex of insanity as I sat on the edge of the bed when she wrapped her lips around my cock.

This wet tongue and the seriously wicked lashings as she took my entire length into her throat. She did cough just a little before releasing me and focussing on the tip of my penis whilst her hand manipulated my shaft. Yes, it was what I wanted but how was one to act in this scenario? She expertly sucked me off, and I felt my balls retract. At that moment, I pulled out of her mouth and promptly shot a pissing stream of cum all over her tits. She giggled.

*“Paul, I could sense some uncertainty about what was to happen there. But I am a bit iffy about blow jobs. I prefer not to have cum in my mouth, bad prior experiences and all. So I am glad you sensed my discomfort. I do not normally deep throat either.”*

*“I know. I don’t know what I did to deserve a blow job though.”*

Empty Roads [FSolo][Masturbation][Outdoors]

Freedom meant different things to different people, some equalled it to monetary success and others to power.

To Helen nothing was more pure than an empty road at night, asphalt under her wheels and wind creeping through her helmet. Being far past a healthy bedtime, every burden on her mind left behind and nothing keeping her from doing what she loved.

A twist on the throttle catapulted her forwards, out into the unknown emptiness. She loved crossing these wild borderlands between the cities and rural areas where no people lived or worked, road maintenance crews being the only that ever set foot onto these stretches of asphalt.

If she felt like stopping right in the middle of the road with her lights switched off there was a reasonable chance she’d survive, the last time she had seen any other traffic had been close to half an hour ago. Still she settled for a break on the side of the road, slowly rolling to a stop on the loose gravel that offered as much grip as a cube of ice. She managed to stop with the rubber side still down, kicked down the stand, hung her helmet from the bars and got out of the saddle to stretch her aching muscles.

A Quick Pounding at the Resort [Gay][Bi][Mm][Exhibition][Voyeur][anal][sissy]

Although Jackson had comped the room, he had made his instructions very clear;

Check in. Get naked. Take in the attractions, talk to other guests, couples. Just explore the resort, don’t look for me. I’ll come when it’s time.

I had intentions to do just that.

*Paraíso* was a nude and couples resort/retreat along Brazils more southern coast. Away from the riff raff or Sao Paulo and Rio, it offered groups of typically wealthy tourists the chance to take in the warm waters and exotic views of Brazil while also enjoying a getaway among like minded people who agreed on ones freedom to express their bodies anyway they wanted. Staff, always clothed, milled about the grounds here and there and housekeepers made their calls down the hall – used to simply opening a door as do-no-disturb signs weren’t really considered here.

I had ended up here completely free, and completely by luck. The story isn’t too totally important. I sext and cam for some horny guys and they pay to see me slide toys into my ass, jerk off onto my face, eat my cum, etc. I charged gift-cards and gave a decent show, flirting with clients the whole time. Honestly, it’s something I do enjoy. There’s something about exhibition I just love.

Chapter 2: Alison[Romance][Fiction]

Jackson stood leaning against the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, his fingers gently covering the edge of the glass  something he always did when he felt impatient.

Ryan approached him with a sycophantic smile. ¨Sir, I sent someone over to check on her and they have assured me that she will be here. Perhaps we should start without her?〃

Jackson glanced over and then closed his eyes without saying anything, the soft light casting a shadow onto his handsome face. There was an air of tension in the room, and the colleagues around him were all in a cold sweat.

The party to celebrate Bass Towerˇs anniversary had already been delayed for more than an hour, and all because of one woman. A fact sure to be a source of great amusement later on to the various directors that dumbly sat there.

Inwardly, Ryan was feeling gloomy, wondering if he and Ann were ever going to get on.

¨Ann has arrived!〃

Mikeˇs shouting drew everyoneˇs attention and they all looked over at Ann, who was just entering the room.

A waiter eagerly opened the door and she walked casually in.

Avenging Desire [MF] [exh]

The wait was almost over. The day that fans of Marvel and superhero movies had been waiting for had finally arrived. “Avengers: Infinity War” was set to release and fans of all kinds had lined up outside the MaxCinema IMAX theater for the midnight showing.

Michelle Meyers considered herself one of those fans. In fact, she considered herself a bigger fan than 90 percent of those waiting in line, thinking they could get away with not pre-ordering tickets two weeks ahead of time. A few days ago, she would’ve laughed at them for their lack of foresight. Now, if they knew her current predicament, they’d probably be laughing at her.

“The biggest movie premier of my life,” Michelle mused as she sat on the hood of her car, “and fate finds a way to make it harder for me… and break my heart, in the process.”

Muttering a string of curses to herself, she looked away from the crowd and checked her phone. She had a little more than an hour before the midnight premier of the movie. She should’ve been more excited than any sane woman should for a movie premier. It was the cinematic event of a lifetime and Michelle thought she’d prepared for it, even going so far as to get a Black Widow costume.

Fantasy Island Day 3 [Fdom] [Msub] [Str8] [MF]

I rolled over and saw the clock. 4 am. Instinct saw me put my arms around the woman next to me so I could spoon her. I did just that then immediately recoiled, fearing the repercussions. She was not my girlfriend. She was a mistress who ran an island resort in Australia with the sole purpose of pitting heteroflexible men against one another for a week of sexual activity between her, her friends and each other. I had won the prize as the top pet and it was my first night in her bed. Boundaries were blurred. She was roused

*“Paul, why did you just flinch then?”*

*“Sorry, Mistress. I just didn’t want to step on any toes. It has not been that long since my last relationship and I miss the companionship. Physical intimacy.”*

*“I am not concerned at all, Pet. Rules of the house are, if you are in bed with me, you can treat me like a girlfriend until 9 am. Maybe I need to write it down in the paperwork we give you. You are not the first man to freak out thinking I didn’t want physical intimacy. I do. I get lonely out here sometimes. Besides…your cock is stirring.”*