Sandra and Antoine were naked in the quiet house. At first they hugged for a long time, just feeling their skin on each other. The house was chilly, and Sandra enjoyed burying her face in Antoine’s chest and feeling how warm his body was. Antoine had a big erection that Sandra felt against her belly. Antoine put his lips to Sandra’s and they were kissing. They moved over to the bed and lay down together, kissing again. She broke their kiss and felt inspired to move downward, where her lips met her lover’s cock. She kissed it a little bit, then nuzzled it. Then she moved back up to her lover’s mouth. It wasn’t long before she moved downward again, her lips meeting his even more aroused member. She kissed it affectionately, then she kissed him again on the mouth. This went on for a little bit until she went down once more. This time she kissed more earnestly. She opened her mouth. Antoine gently put himself inside of her mouth and tenderly began to fuck her parted lips. He was so slow about it and extremely gentle. She wanted him to make love to her mouth but they both kept it slow, making a game of him trying not to put it all the way in…and her a game of resisting sucking on it hard and sliding it in and out. Read more »

There in the wicked dark, the witch Rosaline saw deep red eyes, and nothing more. The light of the great bonfire illuminated only the clearing, where she danced naked with her coven. They circled around the bonfire, entreating dark forces with their bodies. It was her first fulfilment of the Merrywood ritual, but she knew what to expect. As the fire died, greater and greater demons would arrive like smoke to take them, and fill them with dark seed.

The first trails of smoke appeared from the edge of the clearing, extensions of the dark from without reaching within to claim them. One trail curled around her, and danced with her shadow before moving to coalesce beneath the dancing feet of a male witch. She had expected brimstone, not lavender, when the demon appeared. A feminine, winged creature, with horns, a tail, and throbbing appendage. Read more »

I think I read it on here a couple of months ago, it was about someone who woke up invisible and could do whatever he wanted and nobody reacted to what he did and there was something about a swim team, thanks!

Let me tell you a secret about a real dominant and submissive relationship, because there are a lot of assumptions out there that muddy the waters, but only one single, final truth. A dominant and a submissive may have many things in common despite their juxtaposition, his harsh overbearing presence, her blind servitude, but there is something that binds them together and it is not sex, it’s not even physical.

It is assumed that the dominant man wants nothing more than the raw thrill of harsh sex as he demands and that the submissive longs to simply please him, her soft, feminine temperament all encompassed by his masculinity. It’s true, in part, but not in finality.

The true dominant breaks her, because he loves her and he has no idea how to keep her, he has all the confidence of a lion in the bedroom and none when holding her meager little heart inside of his hand.

In secret, he hates himself for his inability to be with her, fully with her, despite owning every minute inch of her and his beautiful submissive giving it all over to him willingly. It doesn’t matter, because as he spurs her undeserved attention he knows that deep down he is the one who is undeserving of her. Read more »