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[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 1 [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Sweat dripped from my brow as I stood in the large empty gym room looking at myself in the large mirror that covered the entire wall. I was breathing heavy, music from my wireless earphones played in my ears as I took a few moments to catch my breath. I was used to being alone for my workouts. The gym was quiet this late at night.

My eyes wandered down my spandex covered body. My sports bra damp under my arms and my tights showed obvious signs of sweat. The last year of commitment had paid off. I could see a slight outline of abs, there was a visible amount of muscle in my arms that gave them that nice toned look. My ass had become firm with just a slight amount of giggle and my breasts managed to retain their shape, maybe even a little perkier. Read more »

My Discipline – Part 10 [F/f] [Humiliation] [Light Period Stuff] [ATM]

The only time I complained about stripping was when dad told me to pull my panties down when I was in my period. Surprisingly me getting punished and it being that time of the month never coincided before. Dad gave me a pass and let me keep my panties on and gave me an extra dose to my breasts instead that day. I was surprised that mom didn’t intervene and that she wasn’t mad. Then a month later when I was starting my period again she decreed that I would stay completely naked the whole week when I was home. She said “You need to learn your place Heather. So now you can make sure everyone knows when your special time of the month is. If you wanted that to stay private you should have been a better behaved girl”. That week was mortifying. My father, my brother, his friends all knew I was having my period. Read more »

The valley [MF]

I jog along a trail in a pass between two mountains. The air is cold and crisp as the new fallen snow crunches under my paws. I am hunting something but I know not what. I left my mother and pack this spring. I spent the summer traveling and hunting. The hunting was good, small furry delicious things were plentiful. The winter has been mild and though there isn’t as much to eat I still have a full belly. My coat is shiny and my eyes are bright. I’m a wolf in my prime and I am hunting.

I crossed into another pack’s territory yesterday. I could tell by the many marks that it was a large pack. For safety sake I’ve been running ever since close to the boundary. I had hoped to pass through unnoticed but now I’m hunting. I caught a scent of something this morning and it has consumed me. I must find the source. Read more »

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 1 [timestop nc mf fondling]

*Author’s note: Thank you all for your patience. I’ll link the meta-post for this story in the comments. If you haven’t already read the Prologue, I recommend you do so.*
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***Three months earlier***

“…so anyway,” Jeremy said, fidgeting nervously, “I, uh, think that it would be bad if your mom found out, or your dad’s work, or if someone put up a picture on a power pole somewhere, y-you know?”

Petra glared at him. She’d been glaring at him, silently, for several minutes, sitting with her arms crossed in her father’s recliner. Jeremy sat on the couch, wringing his hands together as he detailed how much – or how little – he knew about Petra and Jake.

“Wow, Jeremy,” she said dryly, “I knew you were a creep. I didn’t know you were a complete asshole.”

Jeremy put up his hands, palms out. “I’m just, um, looking out for you. You know.”

Petra rolled her eyes. “Right. And I suppose you’d like some sort of ‘gratitude’ for that, yes?”

Jeremy grinned. “Something like that,” he replied.

Petra shrugged. “Alright,” she said neutrally.

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The Pangs (and Pleasures) of Regret [F] [College] [Mast] [Squirt]

Emily couldn’t believe it. She and her roommate, Alexis, had taken their usual Saturday night trip to the local college bar to have a good time and maybe pick up some guys. For the first two hours, everything had gone amazingly. They’d gotten a bit drunk, smiled and laughed, flirted with guys, and even danced with a few. Finally, she had gone to the bar to order a drink and take a break from dancing when she spied Jonathan.

About 6’1″ with a thin build that nevertheless hinted at a hidden surprising athleticism, he had caught her attention from the first glance. He was standing back from the bar a bit, so she had stepped up to initiate the conversation herself.

Despite his lithe body and decent fashion sense, Jonathan had quickly proven to be a tad awkward and unconfident, stuttering nervously through his sentences and struggling to her in the eye. With every exhibition of awkwardness, Emily smiled an increasingly predatory smile. *My favorite*.

As a veteran of the university tennis team, sporting 5 feet 10 inches of beautifully tanned skin with long blonde hair, smooth muscular legs, and D-cup tits–a rarity for a girl in her elite physical condition–she was used to intimidating the more introverted, nerdy types. Read more »

[Str8] [MF] [Mf] [mF] [mf] [Fantasy]

Coffee Date

We meet at a local Café

We have our coffee and sip on them.
You get up to use the bathroom and I decide to also.

We finish. We wash our hands and leave at the same time.

You bump into me and we smile and kind of chuckle over it.

You look up at me and with that gorgeous smile, I get that overwhelming urge to kiss you. So, I do.
Our lips meet and you feel my mouth open. My tongue leaves my mouth and slides into yours.
I push you backwards back into the women’s bathroom. I reach around you and squeeze your ass. I lift you up and you wrap your legs around me. I walk us into the stall and close the door behind me.

I lift your shirt over your head and then I pull your bra over your breasts.

You feel the cold air conditioned air bite at your nipples and they get hard. I grab one and you feel the hotness of my mouth wrap around it. My teeth holds your nipple as my tongue slides around it.
I bite and nibble at both your breasts and you feel my cock starting to grow as it’s pressed up against your pussy. Read more »

My Discipline – Part 9 [M/f] [Unique Spanking] [mmm/f] [Multiple Orgasms]

My dad got back from fighting forest fires after 6 weeks. I could tell he missed me. His first Saturday back he and I spent quality time for most of the day with me in ‘the stocks’. It started with me being locked kneeling with my arms above and behind my head. He used quite a few implements on my boobies. Every square inch of my breasts were screaming when he finished, and I felt like my nipples might fall off. Then I was locked on my hands and knees on the table top. He used a rubber band to snap my anus over and over and over. It was red and puffy by the time he tired of hearing my squeals and shrieks. My final position was on my back with my knees bent and apart so he could work on my inner thighs and genitals. He swung the belt swiftly giving me purple welts from my knees to my hips. Then he switched back to the rubber band to give focussed discipline alternating between my hairy outer labia and my very pink inner labia. The finale was when he held my pussy open and did a couple firm snaps right against my clit. I cried and involuntarily pulled at my restraints. Accidentally trying to get away it earned me one more, only this time he carefully pulled back my clit hood and snapped my nub directly. I was glad my dad was home safe, and I ended up walking funny and avoiding masturbation for a week to celebrate it because of how sore my tits and especially my crotch was. Read more »

On the train to Farlo [FM]

*I want him inside of me. God damn the consequences, I want his cock in my pleasure hole.* This went through Evine’s head right before she and Davon had sex in the train’s bathroom.

One month earlier Evine wasn’t that excited that she had to go to summer school. However, it was the only way for her to stay in her prestigious art school. With some resentment, she looked through the different summer courses offered by nearby colleges. None of them looked good to her. In the end, she settled for the “Sociological perspectives on the function of Art” course given at a liberal arts college a three-hour train ride from her art school.

A month later, when Evine had packed her bags and was on her way to the train station, she still wasn’t excited for her week of summer school. The weeks before she left had been spent lying on the beach, recovering from her finals. She wasn’t keen on switching the beach for the classroom. But well, what can you do?

When Evine arrived at the station she thought to herself. Let’s try to be a bit more positive and make the best of my time in Farlo, the town Evine was going to. Read more »

[Fm] How I Lost My Virginity to My Stepmom (Part 1)

I’ve always respected my stepmother. I’ve loved her just like any normal son would, and I still do.

I never knew my real mom since she passed away in an unfortunate accident when I still a baby. By the time I was thirteen, my father had already re-married.

Years later, after she joined the family, I was passing through the hallway at my house, and when I looked to my right, I accidentally saw my mom in her room changing, her gloriously massive boobs hanging out; it was the first time I ever saw breasts in real life. These things were at least double D’s.

It was only for a second, but that one second was enough for me to develop a sexual attraction towards my mom that I still have to this day.

Ever since that day, I’ve been fantasizing about having sex with my mom; searching for her used panties or bras in the dirty laundry and sniffing them while masturbating.

My mom is thirty-nine years old. She has amazing boobs, a fantastic ass, thick thighs, black silky hair, dark hazel eyes, and she’s overall a beauty; a true MILF. I can see why my dad fell for her. Read more »

Boxes Part 1 [bdsm] [MMFF] [Fsub] [Mdom] [voy]

She looked around the room again and took in the scene. People bustling around her, snippets of piped in jazz, waiters and waitresses navigating the crowded tables, drinks piled precariously high on silver platters. Suits and sparkling dresses. She adjusted her own dress. The fit was right, which had been a surprise to her, but she was not used to the cut: hem resting just above the knee, black chiffon obscuring the plunging neckline. She felt exposed, as if everyone in the room was looking at her. And they all knew why she was there.

A box had come with the dress. The box contained a tag and a card. The tag was a simple piece of copper, not much bigger than a coin. On it was engraved her name. Her new name. The one that she had been given by him. The one she had earned after he had tested her to see whether she was worth naming. She had done everything he asked, until she was gasping for air, until her face was burning, until the tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Until she ached to be filled, pleaded to be hurt. Until the lack of release made her half-mad. Read more »