The Secrets of the Alabaster Abbey – pt. 5 [ff] [fiction] [fantasy]

It was in the final days of summer when a princess fled from the gates of her capital, each hurried gallop of her chestnut horse taking her farther from a marriage to a pimpled, old man. The King had declared that because she had not yet found her love, a husband must be found for the princess, for the commonfolk would soon think her an unlovable spinster and reject her as their future ruler. When her tears had ceased and her mount tired, the princess found herself at the wooden gates of the Alabaster Abbey.

The white-robed matron took one look at the young woman before promptly feeding her and drawing her a bath. She listened intently as princess spoke of her misfortune, nodding her head gravely.

“Spend some time among my daughters,” the matron urged. “Perhaps you will find what you have been searching for.”

And so the princess took up the humble chores and routine of a nun, assisting in the stables and the kitchens, although it could hardly be said that she was much help in either. When she kneeling in prayer, it was then that the princess noted the eyes of a nun upon her. With her face cocooned by her white robes, bright hazel eyes and a generous smattering of brown freckles across her nose, the princess thought that the nun was the most enchanting being she had ever seen.

How a Truly Bad Date can Impact Your Future. [MF]

About ten years ago I was living in NYC and set up on a blind date by my boss. I’m usually wary of setups in general and particularly when the woman is described as drop dead gorgeous and a total sweetheart.  There are definitely people who fit this bill, but they are rarely single.  I decided I was turning into a cynical New Yorker, and to give it a shot. 

 I met her at this Brazilian bar in Tribeca that serves a mean Caiparinha.  To be fair, she was as described, a tall asian with model good looks, and she was a nice girl.  It was loud in there and she said she didnt really drink, so I said ,” lets go over to the Tribeca Grand where it’s quieter.”

 

At the hotel bar I said ,”are you hungry the rock shrimp appetitizer is decent.”

She said, I don’t eat meat either.”. 

I joked, ” maybe it would be easier if you told me what you do like?” 

She said, ” roller skating”. then she went on to add,” I also don’t smoke, or do drugs including caffeine, or dance, or believe in premarital sex.”

She loves putting on a show [m][f] and [m][m][m]

This is a wild story from a night we had while visiting another city here in the states. My (now ex) girlfriend, 28 at the time, had always had an exhibitionist side. She’s 5’7 with tan skin, b cups, and an ass that is second to none, so I understand why she isn’t shy when it comes to showing off her body. (Feel free to pm me if you want to hear about any other stories about her, but for now, here’s my favorite).

We’re at a bar close to our Airbnb. We’ve been drinking for a few hours and having fun – that feeling when you’re really letting loose without a worry in the world on vacation. We end up talking to this group of guys that are waiting at the bar next to us about the game that’s on, then our teams, then anything else that came up. They were 3 grad school guys out on a Saturday night with hopes of hooking up but didn’t get so lucky. Fast forward to the end of the night, we invite them back to smoke a little and have another drink or 2.

[MF] She couldn’t resist my tongue

So a while ago on here I responded to a post on here where a wife (33) lost a bet to her husband and now had to let a random guy play with her body using just his mouth and hands. They were close to me so I offered, the husband chose me because of how much I loved her body (especially those big titties and that belly button ring goddamn) but warned me she’s sassy and only doing it because she lost a bet and that she is gonna try not to like it. I told him I was gonna make me cum on my tongue and well…

The video http://sendvid.com/a5et4wq4

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19[F] – I Sold My Virginity to an older [M]an

**Note** Crossposted from another sub. Someone mentioned I post here. But I’m not sure if this is juicy enough. Let me know if I should have added for details.

I’m 19, trim, fit, and traditionally attractive by most standards.

I’m a part time student. I have a few ways to make money. But my primary gig is working the desk at a high end hotel. I figured that looks better on my resume. It’s the the type of place that costs way too much because of location and brand and because it’s frequented by business travelers. I’m required to wear a jacket, blouse, and slacks or skirt. It’s a good, professional look. High end hotels generally staff up with pretty people. Male and female. I get a lot of attention.

Sometimes too much. I’ve been propositioned more than once. Sometimes for dates. Often more direct “will you come to my room” type offers. They’re almost never the type of men who would appeal to a young woman.

Almost never.

Welcome Home (nsfw)

Hey just would like to day before hand that this is my first attempt at writing erotica. I do hope you all enjoy my taste and content.

I come home after a long day at work and slam the door behind me. The Air conditioned house chasing away the heat of the day. I throw my jacket onto the kitchen counter and start to unbutton my shirt as i head towards the bedroom.

As i open the door, i stop. I see you there, on the bed. Naked with your ass in the air and legs spread. I can easily see your soaked pussy from the doorway. I quietly shut the door and proceed to strip. You know i’m in the room and you wiggle your ass to tease me. On the bed next to you, there are some toys. I finally walk over to you and grab your ass.

Gently squeezing it and massaging it as one hand finds your clit and begins to rub. “What are you doing here?” I ask as i focus on rubbing your tight little clit. “I’m yours to use as you please, sir.” Your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to suck in air. I chuckle before asking you to roll over.

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Dirt [MF] [Rape] [Handcuffed] [Crying] [Cunnilingus] [Slave] [Blowjob] [Kissing] [Dry Humping]

I wrote this when I was having writer’s block over my current erotica series. Thought I would share. I do want to write more than dark erotica, but I guess it’s not out of my system yet.

Bad things happen to good people. Life isn’t fair. Many of us can get up again after we’ve been pushed down. We can clean ourselves off and traverse the bumps in the road ahead.

However, sometimes, bad things happen to good people and they can never recover. They’re pushed down for good and they remain in the dirt. These good people become perpetually filthy.

Sometimes good girls are destined to become dirty girls. Even if they don’t want to be.

 

I was pushed down when I was driving from college to see my parents. It was a two-hour drive but I was in no rush. I’ve always been a good driver, obeying the speed limits. I’ve never had a ticket in my life.

I had a healthy relationship with my boyfriend. I flourished in my classes. I had a nice group of friends.

I was a good girl. A clean girl.

 

Stripper for daddy [incest][m/f][throat fucking][anal]

Riley Parker turned her hips away from the mirror, admiring her ass. She clenched her tight, pear shaped cheeks, leaning forward as she fluffed gently at the folds of her microskirt, making sure everything she wanted to be seen was in full view. She loved her ass, and her deep Venusian dimples. And she wasn’t the only one. She always welled with a cocky pride in the face of the envy of her peers, and would snap her thong, when she was getting dressed, for their benefit. It was a bit out of character for her, but she found herself allowing the indulgence of vanity quite a bit more often ever since she got the job. It was something she’d made a mental of to keep in check, and she made sure to leave it all at the club, but damn if she didn’t look fuckable as hell.

It was a Friday. The club would be packed, so she was wearing her tried and true schoolgirl outfit tonight. She’d only been here a few weeks, but she was thrilled with herself for getting one man to cum in his pants, dancing in this outfit. She loved it so much, she’d been trying for it every time, since. Teasing them, giving them a taste of what they wanted, before pulling away when she felt like taking it from them. She earned every $20, and already had a handful of loyal customers.

Stripper for daddy [incest][m/f][throat fucking][anal]

Riley Parker turned her hips away from the mirror, admiring her ass. She clenched her tight, pear shaped cheeks, leaning forward as she fluffed gently at the folds of her microskirt, making sure everything she wanted to be seen was in full view. She loved her ass, and her deep Venusian dimples. And she wasn’t the only one. She always welled with a cocky pride in the face of the envy of her peers, and would snap her thong, when she was getting dressed, for their benefit. It was a bit out of character for her, but she found herself allowing the indulgence of vanity quite a bit more often ever since she got the job. It was something she’d made a mental note of to keep in check, and she made sure to leave it all at the club, but damn if she didn’t look fuckable as hell.

It was a Friday. The club would be packed, so she was wearing her tried and true schoolgirl outfit tonight. She’d only been here a few weeks, but she was thrilled with herself for getting one man to cum in his pants, dancing in this outfit. She loved it so much, she’d been trying for it every time, since. Teasing them, giving them a taste of what they wanted, before pulling away when she felt like taking it from them. She earned every $20, and already had a handful of loyal customers.