My First Story – A [FFM] [Throuple] [Fantasy]

This is the first erotic story I have ever finished, let alone posted. The characters of Cameron and Kayleigh are based off me and my wife. We have recently developed a shared fantasy of bringing a woman into our relationship, and while there is no FFM scene in this particular part of the story, this is my way of beginning to explore that fantasy. I have solid ideas for a second part, and vague ideas for continuing the series, but I’m worried it’s too lengthy. So this is my way of dipping my feet in the pool before jumping all the way in. I hope you enjoy!

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**Part One: Introductions**

“I just don’t see how we’re going to make ends meet anymore,” I say, looking down at my paystub. Because of the COVID-19 pandemic, my pay had been significantly reduced, my wife Kayleigh had lost her job, but we still had bills to pay. We were having to pinch pennies to make it by. “I think we should move somebody in with us if we want to keep the house.”

Pawghalla Part 2 (MF) (anal) (fantasy)

Vince lay between sleep and awake, reminiscing over his dream. He knew he had to complete his mission and shouldn’t be sleeping in, but he kept replaying his dream, featuring saving and bedding the sexy Carly and Keisha and the lush Pawghalla. Reluctantly, he wrenched his eyes open, but rather than being outside, the sunlight stinging his eyes bled in from a window.

Was everything real then? Vince questioned as he dressed. As he made to the door, it burst open and a flood of sunlight caused Carly to shine in the doorway. “Wow.” Vince murmured at the sight of Carly who smiled. “I was wearing traveling clothes before, now I’m in my traditional Pawghalla attire.” This attire was brown cloth bands tightly encircling her hips and breasts. The tight material accentuated her curves seductively. “Ready for a tour?”

Vince let Carly lead him around the paradise mountain crater. A beautifully blue stream cut through the green grasses and charming cabins, while trees dotted the landscape. While a smattering of people Carly described as visitors from other magical villages could be seen, the majority of the people around were women dressed the same as Carly. And as she and Keisha had promised before, all women in those brown bands of cloth strained over their juicy booties.

Daydreams

I want to preface this short erotic story by noting that although I like to explore these fantasies, please never instigate sexual activity without all parties complete voluntary informed consent ♥️

(Also I wrote this at my desk at work so it might not be amazing but I thought it was a hot story!)

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There he was again, leaning against the brick wall at the train station entrance, lost in his newspaper and sipping on his coffee. I watched eagerly as he took a sip, first blowing through the small hole in the coffee cup lid to cool it down, then taking a gulp. The coffee wasn’t the only thing that was hot, that was for sure.

I watched him from the other side of the entrance, attempting to draw out every drag of my cigarette so I had an excuse to stand around and watch him. He was dressed smart so it was clear he had some sort of fancy job, but it wasn’t his expensive shoes or his tailored suit that caught my eye…. it was the bulge in his pants. I forced myself to stop staring but it was so difficult not to stare.

Trying New Things Alone [M]

In a moment of true adolescent perversion I did something that I am not quite proud of, but think about regularly. One night, when I was eighteen, I was up late and being driven crazy by hormones and horniness. It was some time after midnight when I snuck out of my bedroom and went to the partially-finished basement of my house. There were some old couches down there, a TV with an old unused VCR, and little else save for random junk and a spare refrigerator. My intent was to watch an old VHS porno I had stored away — sure I could have just gone online — but I was in a weird mood and wanted to watch some grainy, ultra-specific, slightly uncomfortable, story driven 80s porn.

When I got to the basement I turned on the TV, set the volume as low as it would go, and put the tape in to see where I had last left off, I.e. after whatever made me cum last time. The scene that must have pushed me over the edge involved a little voyeur action where one of the actors was candidly filming the other through a bedroom window. I rewound a bit hoping that whatever got me last time would get me again — hopefully calm me down a bit so I could finally get to bed. However, I found myself inspired instead. I knew I wasn’t going to get lucky and pop by a window to catch a neighbor in action, though I did wish for it, but I decided I would film myself and see what it looked like.

Bio #1 [MF, cheat]

She was a Canadian Episcopalian. Blonde, tall and blue eyed. Her length at times made here look severe. Married, her husband was sinking into a quagmire of depression that he wasn’t going to climb out of.

And so she started looking. Having run a small business, she knew how make a plan, go over the existing exigencies of her family and proceeded to interview men who responded to her ad.
She had to stop taking applicants when it reached a hundred and with due diligence, she whittled the crowed field into two. The smart/witty one, the dumb but prodigiously packed one; the dichotomies couldn’t be more clear. She had coffee with both; she found both attractive.

And at age 56, Mrs.Smith was going to embark on every fantasy that had played through her thirty years of married and four kids. She loved her husband and her life she led but it had a tremendous hole in the middle that couldn’t be filled.

Twelve Maxbridge Street – Parts 5-7 – [humil] [romance]

This contains the three last chapters from a short story that I have published for FREE under the pen name M H Keplar. I’m publishing it here in hopes of getting some comments, positive or negative, both interest me. These chapters don’t work very well stand-alone. Minimally, 2 and 4 or 3 and 4 should be read first be read stand alone, but I think it’s better in context.

[https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1063923](https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1063923)

Thanks,

AG

REST

And, indeed, rest came quickly. When the handlers arrived, Faranger was hanging by his wrists, so one held him up with an arm around his waist while the other unshackled him. The handlers didn’t put on the arm restraints or the cape, nor did they let him sit down. Instead they brought his arms across their shoulders and made their way directly to a cage in the crescent of the three stations. It was about four feet high and set on a four foot high stand. A circle of lights was switched on around them. The cage was large enough to comfortably accommodate a man lying down on the padded surface, with a small leather pillow, and there was more space between the pillow and the end of the cave. “The door will be locked until morning, so, of course, you’ll have to spend the night here,” said the darker handler. “But it also prevents the spectators from touching you with anything but their hands. The sedative we’ll give you is strong enough that you should be able to get a few hours of good sleep anyway.”

Pawghalla Part 1 (MFF) (fantasy) (longer story)

Weary from his mission escorting a foreign diplomat home, Vince was returning to his, cutting through the mountains to avoid the highwayman that waylaid him before. He hoped for an uneventful return, but instead found a skirmish near a mountain creek. A group of muscular men were attacking two beautiful women, while demanding, “where is it?”

Vince leapt into action to defend the outmatched women. “What’s the problem here?” The leader growled back, “we’ve been searching for their mythic home and we’re gonna beat it’s location out of them, then use them as a taste of their home. Now scram. We aren’t sharing.” Vince positioned between the men and girls, pulling free his staff. “I’ve pledged my life to defend justice and beauty, so I can’t let this stand,” called Vince while peeking over at the girls and nodding.

All of the men leapt into at once. Vince twirled, ducking under the leader’s attack and jabbing each side of the staff into the ribs of attackers. The beaten recovered quickly as the battle continued in a flurry of blows. After tacking a few nicks from a knife, Vince swept a man’s leg, shaking off a elbow in the nose from the leader to finish off another assailant. Vince then faced up the leader, and through a horribly bloody nose, crashed the side of his knee with his staff before catching under his chin.

My sister (F19) ass all for me (M20) and great birthday presents (UPDATE 4)

Sorry for the long time, i’ve been very busy with uni and all that, but here is the fourth update to my story with my sister, this will be a long one i think, but its the least i can do for disappearing like that. Here i leave the others if you want to catch up to the story.

[First part](https://www.reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/comments/lb0khc/my_little_sister_caught_me_recording_her_in_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Second Part](https://www.reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/comments/lc6mg7/my_little_sister_caught_me_recording_her_in_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Third part](https://www.reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/comments/li2nlg/my_little_sister_caught_me_recording_her_in_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Fourth part](https://www.reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/comments/ltq51m/getting_a_m20_bj_from_my_sis_f19_and_tasting_her/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

This is a real story about how taking spyvids and pics of my sister led to us playing with each other in secret. I still got the vids and pics so if you want to trade dm me for my kik but plis, if you got nudes or videos of underage girls im really not interested…jesus…

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Blueberry Girl Domination [OC]

You’ve always wanted this.

To swell. To gurgle. To hear the juices sloshing around in your body.

You’re scared of what this might mean. Becoming imobile. A fat and juicy woman. A blueberry.

But Master commands you. And you must obey. You belong to him.

You’re scared and helpless. Master forces the gum into your mouth. The sweetness floods your mouth.

You swallow. As the gum sinks to your stomach, you feel the change begin. You’ll never be the same. Your life is over.

You squirm as your nose turns blue, but to no avail. Nothing can help you now. Your fate is belongs to Master.

A wave of heat trickles from your head all the way down to your feet. You’re beginning to change.

Your skin turns to blue, creeping across your body. It lets off a sweet aroma as master licks you top to bottom. Tasting his treat for himself.

As your skin changes, you feel thicker. Your cheeks blooming outwards. Your arms. Your chest. Your stomach. Your ass. Your legs. Even your pussy. Everything getting fatter. Slicker. Juicier.

Step Sister Corruption Part 92 – Day 55 Endurance (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

I can’t believe the girl’s talked me into this shit.

After my birthday, on Monday we had our meeting with Dr. Braxter letting her know that we will participate in her test being subjects but had to meet a few of our demands.

Our first demand was that Summer be included in the same test as us.

The second was we be tested at the same time.

And three Dr. Braxter got us a contract outlining everything and get us the most money without losing their ability to sell their eggs so they could get extra money.

That was the girl’s main concern being so they could get as much money as possible.

Dr. Braxter of course agreed with her own privados. The girl’s needed to switch to the o-plug which they admitted they had. Dr. Braxter was taken back for a moment but asked how long ago. The girl’s admitted not long ago but it was long enough for Dr. Braxter to request an emergency egg test.

Dr. Braxter wanted me to go do an endurance test. And required the girl’s to submit to a full calibration test before she could proceed on anything.