My Dark Hero: Part Nine [Romantic/Erotica/Fantasy]

>**Chapter Nine**

**Kincaid**

I could hear Amy and Ben talking, but their words were a blur as I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I didn’t pay much attention to the room I was in or the nauseous feeling in my stomach. All I needed to know was that she survived, and that she was safe. Why I had this obsessive desire to be near her still eluded me, and the need became more demanding.

When I finally managed to stay awake it was early in the morning. I couldn’t tell what day it was, only that I was in someone’s cabin. The yellow flower curtains were pulled open, and a breakfast tray was waiting at the side of my bed. It seemed like the perfect little getaway in the middle of nowhere.

“I probably lost my internship.” Amy’s voice glided through the air and woke me up like a shot of adrenalin.

She was standing in the doorway, sporting a heavily bandaged upper arm and shoulder. Her tight black top stretched perfectly over her perky breasts and toned stomach, while her jeans clung so smoothly around her legs I could see her thigh muscles twitching.

When I was at university, I signed a no limits free-use contract with a guy I barely knew… [FM]

I was halfway through my freshman year when I heard about him.

His name was Jack, and he was the sort of guy you’re always told to keep away from as a fresher. Big. Misogynistic. Disrespectful. His dad was some sort of high-flying banker, and he never seemed to suffer any consequences from his actions. There were rumors that he’d raped girls. I heard he’d had a girlfriend in his second year who kept showing up with bruises – the sort she hadn’t consented to. I was warned to stay away from his frat house – especially when they were having a party.

He was dangerous. Scary. And I wanted him.

By that point, I’d had an idea knocking around for a while. The notion of a free use contract. The sort that would give up my rights for 24 hours, and make it clear a guy could do whatever he wanted to me. And once I’d heard about Jack I couldn’t get it out of my head.

When I was young, I had always been fascinated by the idea of giving up my rights. I’d heard about the saner sorts of BDSM – with safewords and negotiation, the kind where you submit to someone you trust. But I wanted something more intense than that.

I [f] masturbated with my friend [m] and he came on me

My friend and I have always had a very sexually charged relationship. We both have always found each other attractive, but have never acted on it, despite flirting quite heavily. We both have no interest in being with each other romantically. It’s all physical. We both know this, and we’ve definitely masturbated over each other before, just never explicitly (more as in, we’d talk about something sexual or I’d send him some risky photos and then he’d tell me he’s going to watch some porn, and I’d often touch myself over the thought of that).

The other day he was over and we smoked a little bit. We were just chatting and somehow the topic moved into sex. We are usually quite open about these things, but this time he surprised me by asking what my biggest fantasy was. I immediately felt myself get a little bit flushed because I knew that if I told him, he’d be turned on too. Because my biggest fantasy is someone coming inside of me. I decided to tell him. Why not?

“It’s explicit but… I do fantasise about a man coming inside me”.

“Oh fuck”

[M]y fantasies of semi-public pussy-licking

Honestly, I don’t think that i’m a huge fan of public sex. I have some experience in it (hardly any) and completely understand the appeal, but whenever i’m horny, the thought of doing something in public doesn’t come to mind that often. However, once in a while a certain fantasy pops in to my head and i can’t stop thinking about it.

I used to go swimming to a chain of sports centers and saw a few of their buildings. In some of them they have the usual female/male changing rooms AND a separate section with a few closed cabins where there is no gender separation – usually occupied by parents and their extremely loud children. I swear, *every single time* i saw one of those cabins i thought how wonderful it would be if there was a lady expecting me there. It would be our first and possibly the only meeting, but we would arrange every single detail. We would both swim a little beforehand and would see each other but wouldn’t communicate. We would come up with some kind of a signal which would indicate that my mysterious girl is ok with me entering her cabin and it is time to do so. She would tell me online in advance exactly what i need to do, be it simple short session of pussy-licking… or maybe only ass licking?.. maybe she would prefer me to kiss her lips and breast while my fingers explore between her legs? Essentially, anything she chooses and tells me, goes. So here is how it plays out. I see my girl leaving the pool and i swim a few more lanes. I come out, take a quick shower and go to the common changing area. I look around at different cabins and notice a specific towel hanging on one of the doors. I come in and….

My hot sister in law and family vacation part 10

Sally and I decided to get cleaned up and get ready for dinner. We had reservations at one of the nicer restaurants in town. We took a shower together and Sally started her routine of hair and make up. She curled her hair and put on the little makeup she wore. She had fabulous skin and didn’t need any make up but she always added a little blush and mascara. She put on my favorite matching pair of undies. A pair of bright red lace boy cut thongs and matching bra. She picked out a light pink dress that was pretty sheer. Normally when she wore this dress she wore nude colored underwear as it showed so badly.

Once the dress settled on her body you could see every inch of the darker red panties and bra showing through…

She looked at me and said, what do you think?

I playfully smaked her ass and ran my hand under her dress and over the lace and said, “if your goal is to give every man in the restaurant a boner I thinks great.”
She looked at me and said, “not exactly what I’m going for but I guess that would accomplish my goal too”

The Sharp Edge of the Veil – Chapter 6 [MF][Urban Fantasy]

This is not a stand-alone story. Please read previous chapters first. Links in comments

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Six – How Bad Can a Ball at the Castle Be?

“What is it with you guys and hitting me in the face,” I gurgled through the blood that was running from my nose down into my mouth.

“You should stop snooping around,” said the guy behind the guy who had punched me.

He had a heavy eastern accent. One that fit all to well with his face that seemed to have gone a few rounds in the tumble dryer.

Snooping around? Who the fuck says snooping around nowadays?

I looked up at the guy who had punched me. He looked like the missing link between a neanderthal and a rock. I recognized the guy who had talked, but couldn’t place him. None of them had been there when I got beat up last time. I tried to focus. It was hard with the excruciating pain hammering with every beat of my heart.

“And you should stop punching my nose,” I said, yelping as I put my nose back into place.

Do you think I can handle double penetration?

It’s been a long day at the office and the first thing I want to do is take a long, hot, relaxing shower and unwind. I walk in the house, toe off my shoes, and head straight for the fridge and grab the bottle of moscato that I put in to chill the other day. Eyeing the bottle while I take off my socks and toss them back towards my shoes, I know just how this is going to go down best… I grab the wine cork and pop it, bypassing the the glass and tip the bottle up as it’s sweet nectar splashes my tastebuds. Foregoing any lights, I head straight to the master shower, bottle in one hand as I kissed my hair from its band with the other, fingering my tresses as they fall down my back. Once I have reached my destination, I reach in the shower and turn on all heads just a little hotter then my skin can even take. My muscles are achy, not only from work, but you have definitely been pushing my sexual limits lately, almost to my breaking point. You have promise me a reward soon and thinking about it a smile creeps onto my face. Knowing most of your rewards are for your pleasure equally if not more then mine. But it have never made me shy away from anticipating receive it. The bottle is nearly half empty at this point and I can feel the tingle in my skin and bubbles in my head. I put down the bottle long enough to light some candles and start the 50 shades shuffle on my iTunes. Another big drink from the bottle, the mirror is already steaming up as I do a strip tease for myself. Tossing my clothes and rubbing my hand up my body, my breast, my neck, and grabbing my hair as I arch my back; bending and rubbing down my body with my other hand. Giggling at myself, a chill for the air hits me and reminds me what mission I was on. Bringing the bottle into the shower with me, I step into the heated spray and let the water crash down on me with open arms. As I stand there in the mist, my head tipped back enjoying my wine, your voice carries over the glass shower door. “That right there is the best sight I have ever seen”. I just look and you and smirk, you know that is your invitation to join me. You rip your shirt over your head and step in with your jeans on. Taking the bottle from me and pushing me up against the cool tile wall. You hold the bottle above me and slowly pour it into my open yearning mouth as your tongue runs up my breast and neck capturing the small trials that have escaped my lips. The bottle almost empty, you pour on my breast and capture in your mouth as it spills from my nipples. Lowering yourself down kissing along your path, my hands in you hair, you hike my leg over your shoulder and as your run your nose along my most sensitive spot. Dipping your tongue in for a quick taste before plunging your mouth on me and sucking my clit and tonguing my pussy till I am quivering and shaking on the verge of orgasm. But you aren’t ready yet. Tonight is the night for my surprise. The little devil in you isn’t going to give me what I want just yet. You have so much more instore.

What if your darkest fantasy came true? [FMM, caution, noncon]

My name is Mara. I’m a 34 year old recent divorcee, a recovering boring Christian mum, and pervert in progress. After my divorce I began a journey of personal discovery, and what I discovered was that I really wanted to enjoy all pleasures in life: partying until the Sun comes up, getting drunk with friends and strangers, maybe enjoying a little bit of the substances… and their best by-product: wild, uninhibited sex.

As for my physique, I am noticeably short (a smidge above 5ft), on the thin/athletic side but sporting an out-of-place-busty bosom. I have long, curly, black hair, and green eyes. I do have been referred to as a MILF, and I have to confess, I carry such a title proudly.

When I’m alone in the house my nightly routine could not be closer to that of a porno MILF. I have a nice long shower, and make a point of not wearing a single piece of clothing throughout the whole night. I pour myself a big glass of Scotch (to begin with…) and I start picturing all the wild sexual fantasies that pummel my mind as of late. That naturally leads to touching my sensitive pussy… and ends up with one (or several) toys stuffed up my little holes. By that point I’m usually rather drunk, and between that and the intense waves of pleasure I usually just end up passing out, completely naked, surrounded by sex toys and depravity.

Our [f]irst cuckqueaning experience – honest reflections

This post is to share our first real-life cuckquean/cuckcake experience. I’ll try to be as honest and open as I can be about the process, the event and the aftermath, reflecting on both positives and negatives. Cuckqueaning is not for everyone and is not understood by everyone so please be kind in your comments/questions.

All parties involved are aware of what I’m posting and I have discussed all of what I’m saying here with them.

If you want to just read the sex part, just read the part labelled ‘The Event’

The process

It’s been a long time since I first started to think about my husband being with other women and it’s taken me down some paths I wasn’t expecting. You can see some of the history of that in my reddit posts and I’ve left the good, the bad and the ugly there. Please don’t think bad of me as a result, it has been quite a journey.

I won’t go into explaining the whole cuckqueaning angle and how it developed as I’ve described that previously. The fantasy has however persisted despite the tricky nature of it and I’ve been willing to try it out for a while now. However I’ve been unwilling to try it with anyone we know for discretion and building up a trust between strangers in order to facilitate something like this is hard.

My hot sister in law and family vacation part 9

( this has been my first attempt at writing. I hope you all have enjoyed so far. Any feed back is welcome… especially from of the ladies reading.)

Sally recovered and said,  wow…. just wow… that was so good. Thanks for playing along and making up that stuff about frank to fuel my fire

Darling, that wasn’t made up… it’s a 100% true. Every word of it…

She said, it’s okay you don’t have to keep it going…. I am spent.

No seriously… I listened to him jack off moaning your name and the shit he wanted to do with you and watched with my own eyes as he eye fucked your tits and stared like a teenager at your wet pussy….

She sat up on one elbow and said, fuck… you are serious aren’t you….

Deadly…. I wouldn’t lie to you about this.

She bit her lip and rolled over on her back with her hand slipping between her legs. She rubbed herself gently and said, omg… I can’t even process that….

I watched her rub her slit and said, looks like you already are…. you really want to fuck him don’t you…