My Brazilian Adventure – Part 2 [MM, Gay, oral, anal, inc]

Alex telling me Leandro had told him about how horny a fucker I was during Leandro’s last trip to visit my family in England opened the sluice gate that unleashed a torrent of intense memories locked up in my head.

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It all started eight years previously when I picked my cousin from Brazil up from Heathrow airport early in the evening after taking the afternoon off work, with only a few photos from Facebook to go on to identify him. The last time I’d seen him in person I was visiting his family in Brazil. He had been 8 years old, and had bright blond hair, a cheeky smile and already quite a bit of attitude.
We were as thick as thieves, riding bikes around the block and spending inordinate amounts of time playing on a Mega Drive he had borrowed from a friend when I wasn’t being dragged along to visiting various relatives and their farms by my family.

After waiting about 10 minutes in arrivals, a great big man mountain strode out of the exit from customs with a big thick coat on trailing his suitcase. He had a well trimmed short beard, dark hair and rectangular glasses – just like the most recent photo I had of him. Just to confirm he was from Brazil, he had a sticker of the football team Grêmio on the side of his suitcase.

My Brazilian Adventure – Part 1 [M][Bi]

I was on a trip to Brazil to see family I hadn’t seen for many years, and at the start of the trip had arranged to meet up with my cousin Leandro, his boyfriend Alex and some of his friends in a small holiday home he’d rented for a few days in a small town called Bonito, not far from the border with Paraguay.

By the time my bus arrived from the nearest airport and I had unloaded my massive 80-litre backpack, it was already a while past midday and the February sunshine was unrelenting and oppressive for me – barely 20 hours earlier I was gingerly shuffling through slush and ice at the entrance to the terminal at Heathrow airport my plane was leaving from, and would take some time to acclimatise to 90% humidity and temperatures barely dipping below 30°C.

Starla’s Sex Journal 7/1/17 — 13/3/17; [Fm][non-fic][interracial][exh][oral][reluc]

7/1/17

Sometimes, I wish I were a lesbian. It would make my life very simple. Sometimes, the right boy who comes along will fuck your life all the way up, and you know it. You know what they want, and you know what they’ll do and say to get it. Just, sometimes, on the right day, you want the same.

Like Mark, my little sacrificial virgin. Nothing little about him, actually. Fit guy, caramel skin, ten million dollar smile. I didn’t believe him when he told me that he was a virgin. He said he was a late bloomer.

I met him at a freshman party I was misled into, and he was the first person there to not make me feel gross and ancient. He looked like he was just excited to actually be talking with a girl. He was very bad at being smooth. Adorably so. I mean, I can’t fault the guy for being passionate about political science. I just wasn’t sure how to tell him, “Hey. It’s okay. You’ve already made it into my pants,” without coming off as a slut.

(f)antasy about my domineering boss has been running around in my head lately [reluc]

Hey, I’m a 20-year old girl who can’t shake these fantasies out of my head. I guess I’ll start with the first one:
I have a boss who is a nationally ranked athlete, so obviously he’s really talented. His determination and focus is really sexy and even from my first interview for my job with him I could definitely feel a spark. He always stares at me really intensely, like he has full control over me or would cut me in half. It’s very hot.

The next time I had an interview with him, he showed me different exercises to show to the kids and talked with me on a park bench about my work schedule. This was all fun but then a fly flew by my leg and he reached out to catch it, peeking at the end of my skirt. The quick motion of him catching a fly and then staring intently at my body, even for a split second was enough to give me shivers. If he’d advanced on me in that moment, I don’t know what I would have done.

Reese Joins the Party; [mF][anal][analingus][fisting][tentacles][huml][Fdom][age][taboo][fantasy][roleplay]

Comment, upvote, share with a kinky friend. Send it to your enemy and watch them tremble, idc. But most of all, enjoy yourself ;)
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And so, the party made their way through the Falbrook Forest, seeking out the old sage’s rod. It was a minor quest, but they did need the money. The viridian knight Desha kept her dauntless gaze forward for trouble, aided by Halfdan the ranger, taking up the rear guard. In the last town, two more companions joined their party: Illura, druid which had assumed a form between man and beast — she was a pig girl — and an enigmatic human arcane caster of some kind, known as Reese. He hadn’t cast a single spell since he’d been in the party.

In fact, all he had done was flirt with the two women. Desha ignored his advances entirely, though he tried several times. Yet no one else in the party wanted to acknowledge what was happening. Any time they entered a building, it seemed as if he was very eager to walk out in front of Illura. It seemed like he wanted to protect her, but it soon became clear that he was just trying to trap her in whatever room they were in alone, for a moment of privacy.

She’s Not Who You Think She Is, Or Was, Or Will Be [Str8][MF][SciFi-ish][Mind/Reality Control]

Yet another story prompt I took from another subreddit. Enjoy.

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***Officer Holly Stone: Conduct Unbecoming***

She slammed her locker open, once again surrounded by pinups and poorly photographed porn of women in various uniforms, most of them cops, but more than a few exceptions of firefighters, flight attendants, and military personnel. She’d just come off of midnight shift, her third month of it, with no end in sight, yet another ‘perk’ of being the first and only woman on the North Bering Police Department. She wasn’t going to give the other guys the satisfaction of tearing them down. The morning janitorial staff would do that for her, but the point was driven home: She didn’t belong. She wasn’t one of them.

The sound of a shower turning on made her jump, especially since she was down to just her uniform pants and bra. No one else was supposed to be in there while she changed. The NBPD was building a smaller women’s locker room, but it wasn’t going to be done for months.

A Prince of Arabia part 1 [BDSM]

The sand was hot on my bare feet as I walked two steps behind my captor, a fatatan assassin of the rimal. I was naked but for my chains. My wrists were locked behind me while my feet were hobbled by a short set of links. An iron leash connected my sunburnt neck to my enemy’s hand. I was a prince of the Levant but now I was also a prisoner.

The girl who held me in bondage was not imposing. She was short and slim but I knew she carried the sting of a scorpion in her frame. The bruises on my body were proof of that.

That had been my mistake, underestimating her. She had come upon me while I bathed in an oasis. She dazzled me with her alluring voice. Trained in the arts of seduction her whole life. I had no reason to suspect. Girls often threw themselves at me for the privilege of a night with a prince. I should have known the moment I tasted that spice on her lips, like cinnamon and dates. It was a sleeping drug often used by the females of the caste of assassins to incapacitate their prey.

The Slightest Touch [F] (Part 2)

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?’”

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**Not your grandma’s skivvies**

[MF] Second Excerpt from the Journal of Adrian Fitzgerald, Adventurer, Warrior, and Prisoner of War [fantasy][oral]

I’d expected a poor level of hygiene (for the Dyriel are predominantly a primitive, nomadic people who subsist on the fruits of their savage raids), one that carried with it an odorous stench. To my surprise, the queen didn’t just smell passable; her aura was an almost palpable veil of femininity, a mix of grapefruits and mint and apples.

Even so, the archers flanking the throne had had to train their weapons on me in a silent threat before I came to my senses and dropped to my knees before her spreadeagled form. The impulses of the masculine are inherently powerful, and I couldn’t help but feel the stirrings of arousal as I let my eyes rove over her. All thoughts of the raid, of the strangeness of my predicament, of my puzzlement as to why the Dyriel would risk their revered, almost deified queen by putting her in such peril, evaporated.