Cemetery Gates. [F][mast]

What am I doing here? The picnic blanket is scratchy, but it’s all I have for warmth. The graveyard where I find myself is cold at night, but I was told to come here with no clothes on, and I did.

It’s the old kind of graveyard, with concrete slabs over each grave. At first I had the picnic blanket in between me and the cold concrete, but since the blanket is now around my shoulders, my ass is on the concrete. There’s a pebble nudging my vulva.

The grave I am sitting on belongs to a man who died in 1919. I picture him, stern and Victorian – a frown in a bowler hat, scandalised my my current state. His disapproval only heightens my excitement – the excitement that allows me to endure this discomfort.

And I keep hearing voices from the nearby road…

Goths are weird. He asked me to meet him like this, and I was too intrigued to turn him down, but of course it hit me how utterly bizarre and dangerous this is. But I flirted with him. I broke the ice and made the first move. Who am I to say no to him. He is older than me. Jet black hair and a goatie, and a beautifully sculpted face. He reminded me of the devil, or Jonny Depp.

Haley’s Game. [Fdom]

I still get letters from him. Who writes letters nowdays? I guess he feels our previous intimacy warrants it. I know them as soon as they come. The awkward handwriting, the cheap stationery that’s made to look expensive. But they’re charming. I love receiving them. He is, after all the boy I used to make myself a woman.

My father disapproved of sport, and as a result, I was a solemn girl. To compete was to make something of myself, to prove myself to a disapproving world and parent. When I won, and I won often, I was good enough. I always made sure that we had a comfortable lead before the end of the first quarter, leaving me three quarters to feel good enough.

Except on that day. Timothy, as he was known then (Tim now, I know from his letters) was on the opposing team. I saw myself in him; he disliked himself too. Though unlike me, he was less able to do anything about it. My body was my project, my hobby. I turned my height, a flaw, into a strength, and made my body into a perfect piece of athletic equipment. But Timothy only had his height him equipping him for basketball. He had a large waist that needed to be dragged around the court; he often lost control of his movements, as his weight added momentum to them.

Yes Sir [MF][FF][MFF][Mdom][anal][oral][bd][long][Final Part]

Later that day we are eating lunch and talking. “Are you happy?” I ask.

“Of course.” she kisses me quickly.

“Because I was thinking about our promises and I want to make sure I’m holding up my end. Are you sure you’re happy”

“I’m so sorry about the mess. I’m happy but…You’re great in bed”

“You’re happy, BUT, I’m great in bed?”

“You’re great but sometimes I want more.”

“More sex”

“Yeah” she says embarrassed, “I know you’re tired and…”

“Sore?” I offer

“Sorry” she says more embarrassed. “It’s just sometimes I’m so…hungry. I’m masturbating like twice a day”

“Maybe I could help with that?”

“You’re going to help me masturbate?”

“Sure. Like the other day in the shower.”

Yes Sir [MF][FF][MFF][Mdom][anal][oral][bd][long][PartII]

“Where are we going now?” She wants to know

“We need to hit one more place and then we’re going home to drop all this stuff off and then we’ll get some dinner.” I take us to a little strip mall with a very special store. When we get inside she’s all giggly because the walls are lined with displays of dildoes and strapons, rope and leather, and all kinds of naughty delights. This is my favorite sex shop. I get the attention of a sales clerk, a girl with short cut hair and a bevy of tattoos. We go over the different vibrator options and select two, a rabbit and a smaller bullet vibe that kinda looks like a tongue. I ask for advice on lubes that would be good for anal sex and Claire blushes deep red. I buy a bottle of a water based lube in case we want something toy safe and silicone based one for longer anal sex sessions. I also get a set of silicone anal plugs in stepped sizes.

Yes Sir [MF][FF][MFF][Mdom][anal][oral][bd][long]

I’m an automation expert. I tell people I work on big expensive machines that make stuff. I get to travel to interesting places sometimes but mostly I wind up in little armpit towns. It’s good work though, it pays well and I get to be my own boss. I have a standing order to run a six month overhaul at a plant a couple hours away. This place is a real shithole and I hate coming here. There’s only one fleabag motel in town which is the only place to stay while i’m there. I keep thinking about dropping this client but the last time I went there was this girl. She works the desk at the motel. She’s probably 19 or 20 years old. She’s got long frizzy dirty-dishwater blonde hair that she lets fall across her face to hide her pale blue eyes. Her face is pimply but pretty. She’s the kind of girl you’d probably forget five minutes later if you didn’t look beyond her plain looks and dull demeanor. I have a day off and I hang out in the lobby and talk to her to kill time because there’s nothing else to do. She’s had a rough life. Her dad died when she was a baby in a motorcycle accident. Her mom is in and out of jail or rehab. She lives with her aunt and uncle who treat her like shit. She isn’t particularly pretty or smart or interesting. She has a way about her though. I can’t explain it and I can’t get her out of my head. Her name is Claire.

The Slightest Touch [F] (Part 3)

The two nurses were staring at me, their mouths agape. The doctor looked taken aback, but her professionalism quickly took over. “Well, that was certainly unexpected.”, she said. Doctor Grant continued, “This is something we need to discuss. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

“Is there any chance we can just continue with the exam so I can get out of here?”, I asked meekly.

“I’m afraid not. You need to complete the exam to attend this school, and I cannot continue the exam until I am satisfied I can do so safely.”

Not entirely surprised by her answer, I replied “Fine, let’s get this done then. Ask away.”

“Okay, well, start with what you can tell me on your own and I will ask questions as needed. Start with answering the question, ‘Did you expect this to happen?’”

Starla Takes His Ass to Red Lobster (Sex Journal 2/4/17); [Fm][oral][creampie][non-fic]

Sunday morning, the morning after my day long fuck fest with Mark. Both of us were completely saturated with sweat, by the time the sun shone full force through the window. The weather was starting to get warm, but the AC units hadn’t switched from their winter settings just yet, so the room was humid, and reeked of nothing but sex. He was in my arms when we fell asleep, but I opened my eyes to him down between my thighs, petting my mound, gently.

“Mmm, good morning,” I greeted him, falling back into the pillow. I could feel his breath on my skin; the sweat made it feel like I was facing an opened window, spread eagle.

“Morning, Starla,” he said, pressing his lips against mine. I moaned for him, as he sampled me with a lick. I saw him wince, and he kissed and licked my thigh to reset the taste in his mouth. He was a breath and a half away from apologizing to me, and ruining the moment, so I spoke first.

“Let’s get a shower,” I said. “Kiera already got hers earlier, so we can take as long as we want.”

The Last Decision, a Star Wars pornfic [SF] [slavery] [domestic violence] [rape] [MF]

ASSTR Story codes: MF, voy, viol, NC, rape, ScFi, slavery, caution, aliens

A short story involving the background of a secondary character from a larger porn I’m writing and will be posting soon. I got stuck writing my main story, and Rakha’s decision to sell herself into slavery nagged at me, so I wrote the details and expanded it into short story.

Disclaimer: This is not intended in any way to claim that slavery, in the real world, is tolerable or not so bad. It isn’t intended to belittle the conditions of real slavery by comparing it favorably with grinding poverty. It’s just a bit of wank material involving a deeply fucked up character.

Legal notice: if you are under the legal age for viewing pornography in your jurisdiction you should stop reading now.

Star Wars MegaFan notice: This isn’t following the stuff from Legends, or even Canon with any real obsessive effort. I’ve deviated from canon when it seemed appropriate or hot, and I only really know the Legends stuff by reading Wookkeepedia because I never got into the old EU.
I do try to make things work with cannon, I won’t be describing Duros as having three heads or anything like that, but if you’re looking for 100% accurate Star Wars porn, these aren’t the porns you’re looking for.

If I had a time machine…; [FM][free-write][interracial][fantasy][non-fic][short]

You know, if I had a time machine, the first thing I think I would do is send myself back to a 1800s plantation, wearing nothing but lingerie, and immediately give myself away to the first black man or woman that I saw. Call it white guilt.

They would probably think it was some kind of trap at first, and I don’t blame them. I would sit in one of their shacks, wait for them to leave the fields, and greet them by the foot of their bed on my knees. Fuck it, I would bring whips and shackles with me as well. I would hold the whip in between my teeth, with my arms behind my back, and I wouldn’t even hide the fear in my eyes. Would he even care about my safe words, if he had witnessed a face like my own whip one of his friends, or even him, without mercy? Would he even receive sexual pleasure from whipping my fat ass, or would he just want to beat me to watch me in pain?

Working for aunt Stella – Part 2 [ff][inc][fdom][huml]

Aunt Stella didn’t do her yoga in the living room that weekend. In fact, I barely got to catch any glimpses of her ass. But on Sunday at the dinner table, she wore the sluttiest black dress she could find. She had an excuse, a business meeting or some such, but I knew she was wearing it to tease me, and it was working. Every so often during dinner, she would stare right into my eyes and cause my underwear to get just a little bit wetter. I only hoped mom didn’t notice my squirming. Eventually I had to excuse myself.

The next day, my aunt woke me up earlier than I’d risen in months. My vision couldn’t really focus but I heard her call my name. Then I realized she was standing at the edge of my bed, facing away from me. She was completely naked, looking at me over her shoulder. Very slowly, she bent down and picked up something on the floor which I couldn’t see, exposing her voluptuous ass. Then, ever so slowly again, she lifted a black pencil skirt and zipped it up. I hadn’t even noticed but she also had her white blouse in her hand. She proceeded to put it on without looking at me.