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New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 278-280) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]
**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 278: Thrill of the Kill
As the two bodies cooled on the rocks in a pool of their own blood and guts, in the shadows of the cave-like platform, away from the public eye, Felicia stepped away from the encroaching blood, pressing against the railings to avoid even a drop touching her naked feet or her snow-white hair that reached the ground.
âWhy did you do that!?â Felicia protested the masked girlâs actions.
âSince when did you develop hearing problems? Are those stupidly long ears just for show?â the masked girl asked while she still basked in the aftermath of her bloody killings. Her moans of pleasure grew rarer and quieter, rather, she now seemed to purr like a cat while warm blood soaked through her robes, seeped through the holes of her white mask, and dripped on her closed eyes, flowing across her face like bloody tears that she licked up with joy, savoring its metallic taste.
Burnt Coffee [M/F]
My first ever erotic story; be kind. Or degrading. Either one, I guess.
The smell of over-cooked coffee wafted again from the drink station as the front door swung open with a shrill but melodic âding dongâ and stirred the air. Keri made yet another nagging mental note to start a fresh pot before looking up to greet the familiar customer whoâd just walked in. âHey, Gary! Welcome to Quick Stop. How are you today?â Gary, with his name patch on his oil-stained
uniform shirt and his typical white stubble transitioning into a salt-n-pepper beard, waved a dismissive greeting as he made his way to the beer cave. Mr. Wattel, emerging from the snack aisle, placed
his purchases on the counter, including his smoldering cup of coffee, the pungency of which nearly made Keri retch. âAnything else?â she asked, dutifully. âNo, maâam.â His polite reply.
âDing Dongâ, the door shrieked again. Keri glanced up. âGood morning! Welcome to Quick Stop.â She didnât recognize the man. âOkay, itâs ready.â Mr. Wattel inserted his debit card into the point of sale system and withdrew it swiftly, only giving it time for two grunted beeps. âThank you. Have a nice day!â
[M]e Watching Two Bisexual Women Fuck at a Festival. [voyeurism]
This is an account of voyeurism where the couple was having sex outside, and/or with open windows/doors. I never made eye contact (other than telling the “top” hello while walking pass once) or had any type of communication at all about the watching, but lots of other people were passing by during this mostly outdoor sex, and even 3 of their camp mates, while seated 20′ away around an ice chest or something, watched the most vigorous action that happened in front of a tent. The camp mates didn’t show much interest though (two pretty women and one handsome and likely gay guy wearing a rainbow tutu). The two women seeing the action seemed slightly surprised, yet also not offended. They just had to turn their neck a bit to see the action, but they didn’t always keep watching.
As for the couple having sex, I refer to them as bisexual in the title, but they very well could identify as queer or pansexual.
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Now, the happenings!
Fucking my fiancé (f 23) in a maid outfit and returning it to the sex shop.
I (m 23) live with my fiancé (f 23)in our apartment. It is fairly sized, with everything on the same level. My fiancé and I had our best couple friends over for the weekend (same ages as us). The girls decided to go out into town while I stayed at the apartment with my mate. Little did I know that the girls had planned to head straight for the local sex shop to get some supplies. While they were out, my mate needed to drive home to get overnight things so that they could stay over. I guessed that my fiancé had convinced them to stay over for drinks and games. While he was out, the girls both returned and were all giddy and giggling from their shop. I realised something was up, so I asked them what they had been up to. I was simply met with a dismissive but playful reply, while my fiancé game me a knowing look. At this point, I knew that she had something in store for me later on and the thoughts had me riled up. My fiancé is rather kinky, so there could have been all sorts of things in that shopping bag. They went into the bedroom and shut the door, sniggering as they went. More and more racy thoughts invaded my mind. Did they get some new underwear? New toys? Either way, I shifted my semi around my jeans to get more comfortable, but that only made things worse.
A Memorial Day Reunion [Mf] [Narrative][BDSM][Long]
This is a story of a long weekend. It twists and turns and starts with a slow burn. If you have triggers or fears, consider turning back here.
–Friday afternoon–
I sat on the beach in my childhood hometown, reading a horror novel, waiting. I made it to the third chapter when a voice I hadn’t heard in nearly a decade chimed above the noise if the waves and the parties gearing up on all sides of me.
“Cee? Oh my God. It’s really you. I saw on Instagram you were back in town. I figured you’d be partying with your boys. It’s Soo good to see you. You look good!” Samantha was, for lack of a better phrase, my high school sweetheart. We were many first for one another from junior year onward. We parted ways when I went away to college and started to taste the variety that is the spice of life.
As she spoke I stood and gave her a hug, she locked her arms around me and squeezed, the garish wedding ring on her finger digging into my ribs.
Submitting to My Billionaire Ex: Punishing My Virgin Best Friend – Chapter 1 [MF] [bd] [BDSM]
**Chapter 1 – Mia**
Dragged by the hair in a place I didnât quite recognise, sharp daggers pulled from the inside of my scalp as I thrashed in Edenâs fierce hands. The pain was both agonising and pleasurable, and although I knew this was a dream, I could feel my pussy getting wetter at the too real sensations.
These dreams never ended. It had been too many years since Iâd seen Eden, and the regret of having ever left him haunted me in the darkness of my sleep. Itâs a dream, I tell myself, but you donât have to wake. Stay asleep, please. Let him use you. Let him abuse you.
Flailing wildly, dragged up the stairs covered in broken glass that doesnât penetrate the skin our reflections in the shards are invisible. They reflect the staircase as if Iâm not there struggling to be taken to my destiny by the only person who has ever mattered to me.
Surprise [mf][bdsm]
Together we walked down to the basement where I had been preparing my surprise.
We had been down here together before, of course. We worked together to design the general aesthetic of the sex dungeon I had built, and it was already pretty good as far as sex dungeons went. It had concrete floors and a ceiling of exposed beams supporting the floor above, a bank of lockers on one side, a shower area separated by a low wall on the other, and a simple table with a bench in the center. We’d already had a little fun down here with that bench and table, just to break it in, but tonight was going to be different. For weeks I had been building down here and now you were going to see the culmination of my secretive efforts.
It was dimly lit. Mostly dark with one bright light in the center, illuminating the table. The ceiling now had a steel beam spanning it and mounted on that beam was a heavy duty yellow hoist with a single chain hanging from it’s center and a long loop of chain hanging from one side. Attached to the single chain was a rig of pulleys on a stout yellow frame with four chains hanging from it. The whole setup was hanging next to the table which was piled with a set of leather harnesses. You stepped up to the table and began to inspect the supple brown leather. Already your heart was beating fast.
Two Dolls: Surprise at a BDSM appartment [Group]
âThis is so exciting!â
I smiled widely, thinking about seeing one of my favorite couples, one we had met countless times at private parties. There have been times where weâve had sessions at our house and my mouth still waters when I think about it.
The couple we played with is unique for many reasons, but my absolute favorite thing is that we are very similar.
Slave S. She has a special place in my heart, mainly because we share the same kinks and physical features. Many people enjoyed seeing us together because itâs like having two of the same dolls in one room.
Playing with Slave S always puts me in subspace practically instantly. There is always something about touching her that makes me feel sinful and doll-like.
The only difference between her and I is the large tattoo that spirals on her back. But there are some fun distinctions between our Owners. One thing that stands out is that I have come to acknowledge Slave Sâ Sir is a super creative man who organizes the hottest private BDSM parties around.
Tara Gets It (MF, NonCon, Anal, BDSM) Pt. 1
Tara grew up in the perfect suburban family. Her mom and dad spent several thousand dollars and several hundred hours sending her to the various gymnastics, tumbling, and cheer camps as a kid, and it paid off in the form of a scholarship to cheer for the biggest university in the state. It was a dream come true for any girl. Tara had the slight build of a cheerleader and was a flyer for the squad. She didn’t have much experience with guys but any time Randy or Travon, the male cheerleaders she partnered with, lifted her and had their massive hands up her skirt and on her bottom she would always get an ache deep inside and be left longing for more. She was way too timid to ask a guy for more, or even to talk to the hotties she saw daily on campus. She was too focused on academics and the possibility of pharmacy school to be tempted by the parties and the boys.