[M]y first date with my ex’s Mother [F]

Hey, thanks for all the feedback on the last story with my ex and her mom. There has been some requests to delve further into how that dynamic ended up working out so I’ll work on sharing.

For ease of writing and reading we’ll call my ex Ashley and her mother Rachel.

Ashley ended up spending the first part of the week after we left her mother’s house with me. When we weren’t at work we were spending time together.

Throughout this time period Rachel was texting me and we were getting to know each other better. Some of the messages were platonic about our mutual interests and views. Most were exploring our new dynamic as lovers and sexual partners.

She had just as many conflictions as I did about doing this behind Ashley’s back, but it came up less and less.

More and more we focused on some fun fantasies and devolved into sexting and picture swapping. A lot of this happened while Ashley wasn’t with me, but several times I’d be sitting with Ashley and get a pic of Rachel playing with herself teasing me that she knew I couldn’t play right then.

Jenny life goes down the rabbit hole

Jenny I in a lot of ways had given up on life. Being a single high school band teacher on the wrong side of 35, well the thought that she had made lots of wrong choices in her life had been creeping in.

Here she was directing freshman in her utilitarian pants suit, that she bought just a bit baggy for when her tummy would inebetally get bigger. But today was different her lack of panties and the bra she was wearing had changed her attitude.

The lack of panties wasn’t totally new but the bra was the first gift she had gotten from a man in a long time. The fact that he talked about how sexy she was, how he could help filll her many fantasies that she was convinced would stay that way till she died gave her the hope that the second gift waiting for her at home this Friday could change alot of things.

When she opened the first package she was a bit taken back. The bra was nice but nothing as kinky as she expected. Then the note drove it home “wear this Friday it costs more than an outfit of your frumpy clothes”.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 122-124) [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.

## 122: No Steve

“H-huuuh?” Steve’s expression changed the moment he was hit by Beatrice’s [Daze] Skill. The hard look of an experienced, vicious warrior transformed into that of a deeply confused, drunken fool.

All eight spears fell on the ground around Steve, and his Shield of Dignity dug into the earth under its own weight as Steve barely kept it upright.

The [Daze] Skill would last a whole twenty seconds, but Beatrice only needed two. With Steve’s shield barely protecting his legs and abdomen, Beatrice had countless angles to finish him off.

*I wonder how many experience points I’ll gain from this?* Beatrice wondered as she closed in on her first kill of the day.

Fucked my teacher’s husband [FM]

So a thing about me is that I graduated from highschool at 16 because I was a pretty good student and skipped a grade and my parents enrolled me a year early. After that I didn’t want to start college right away because I didn’t want to be the 16 year old girl at college (also some colelges literally had an age limit, tough brakes). I had a two year gap during which I did some volunteer work, some studying and some things I will tell you in my future entries (hehee). I didn’t keep in touch with many people from highschool but oddly I was on speaking terms with a teacher, Ms. Leotardo. She was very fresh out of teaching school so she was 24 at the time. She was my art teacher and we spent a lot of time together in and out of school. Although I had discovered my slutty side a few years ago already she was never part of my devious plans, until I learned about the hubby…

Katie and Mark – Part I – The Tutor [F/M] [Cheating]

This is a story that I was commissioned to write. If you’re looking to commission something like this, don’t hesitate to DM me!
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Whoever saw Katie and Mark could testify that they were not only adorable as a couple, but also really great people to hang out with. They had started dating at the end of high school and luckily, had managed to end up in the same university. Different careers, different schedules but always making time for each other.

Mark was a very chill guy, he liked to spend his free time with his girlfriend and maybe play video games when she wasn’t with him. He didn’t ask much of her except for total honesty and faithfulness. As for Katie who was more of a social butterfly, she was happy to keep her boyfriend happy as long as he also agreed to take her to parties and have a nice time together. Overall, they had always been able to meet each other halfway.

As they walked to class that Wednesday morning, holding hands through the campus, Katie told Mark about how worried she was about failing her Linguistics class.

I fucked a stranger in her boyfriend’s car after catching them in a parking lot [MF]

*(This is partially true from yesterday, partial fantasy)*

The damn landscapers told me I had to move my car at work. I (28M) was already aggravated from a rough morning and they were clearing the parking lot of fallen leaves, so I had to move my car to the other side of the lot. I aggressively pulled around the far side of the lot, which was almost always empty. I noticed two cars side by side in the corner behind a row of now bare trees, so I drove over and parked two spots over from the SUV. I was preparing to get out of my car and head back to work when I glanced at the SUV and did a double take. Then a triple take. Whoa, what?? Yes, that’s really what I was seeing.

Massaging the Math Tutor Part 3 [FFM] [femdom] [BBW]

******** Just the 3rd part to a few stories I wrote about a dominant girl, an unwilling boy, and lots of fun. Hope you enjoy! **********

“Mike stop!” I tried to catch up to my college buddy. He wasn’t interested in talking though, quickly climbing into his car and driving away before I could reach him.

Ever since he had walked in on me and his sister Katy having sex a week ago, my friend had been avoiding me like the plague.

I didn’t even know what I’d say if I did catch up to him. It wasn’t my fault? She had made me do it? It was basically rape? Yeah, none of that was believable, even if it was true.

One good thing about being on the outs with Mike though was that at least his sister couldn’t manipulate me into coming over anymore.

Not that she didn’t try. As the only math tutor for the college Katy attended, she was free to reach out to me anytime all the time to try and coerce me into helping her with her “math”.

Johnny’s Smith Life with his Two Bisexual Girlfriends – Chapter 5 – I love you Kat (Action/Slice of Life/Erotica)

You can check the rest of the story on : [https://www.scribblehub.com/series/400438/johnny-smiths-life-with-his-two-bisexual-girlfriends/](https://www.scribblehub.com/series/400438/johnny-smiths-life-with-his-two-bisexual-girlfriends/)

Day 4 Part 2

I love you Kat

Louisville Colorado

22 October 2013

” What is it?” replied Johnny, worried.

“A customer at the restaurant groped her ass.” Said Kat.

“What?!” exclaimed Johnny.

Kat explained what had occurred. How the man grabbed her butt while asking for food. And then forced himself upon her when she turned around to get something for him. Telling her to come closer and touch her inappropriately.

Kat said. “When she tried to push him off her, he hit her across the face and called her a whore. A real nasty name too. He also threatened to tell everyone that she’s been fooling around. So she ran outside crying. But no one could see where she went because all the windows are closed.”

“Oh god,” sighed Johnny. “Is she hurt?”

She paused. “…And after that, he ran out without paying anything.”

Kat cried over the phone. “Hannah has a broken nose and black eyes. They took her to hospital where doctors examined her. There are bruises all over her body too. But nobody wants to press charges because that customer is an important guy.”

The Beastman’s Love [Fantasy][Monster][Beastman][Noncon][Dark]

Krimmon crouched, staring silently at the girl. She was bent over and wore only by a loose sundress that danced in the breeze. She slowly picked the tiny red flowers that grew in patches across the mostly-barren steppes, oblivious to his presence. He had hidden at the edge of a wood, using the trees as shelter. He knew she had no way of spotting him from this distance, but his new, magical eyes had a clear view of the petite blonde he knew so well.

Her name was Emily. She had lived next door to him in a small nearby village, but Krimmon was sure she’d never paid him any notice. She was too lovely to be with someone so vile and ugly as him. Her golden hair fell across her shoulders with the majesty of a waterfall, framing a soft face that Krimmon was sure was sculpted by the gods themselves. Now though, he knew she would be unable to resist him. That was the magic he’d gained, after all, having made a dark deal with a sorcerer that lived in that very wood. *Irresistible to women he desired*. His body had been transformed, bones cracking and flesh reshaping, until he no longer resembled himself at all. He was a beast now. At first, he had been furious with the witch. How was he to be irresistible with cloven hooves, or the long ram horns that had sprouted from his skull? He had wandered, dejected, unable to return to his home. If only he knew then.

Fantasy Paladin dominates a peasant. (femdom, feet, violence)

The sun was as brilliant as it was stifling on this cloudless day. Four weeks of heavy rains had left much of the countryside a flooded, humid, ruined waste. Crops had been annihilated and any house unlucky enough to be on the low lands had been swept away or smash never to bee seen again.

With so much destruction and so very little help from Lord Howle, it was no wonder many of us turned to less honorable means of survival. I hated doing it, I really did, but my choices were so small. Join Lambert and his little band of highway men, or starve begging in the streets. I recalled a lesson from church when I was very small, That the Gods favor the bold over the passive, I prayed each night that this was true and did my best to only take what I needed.