Victory and a Little Death [MF] [Fantasy]

Mauvelle laid alone on a massive bed. She wore layers upon layers of exotic fabric, all shaped to fit both her and the trends of the day. On top was a conservative cloak of green, revealing not an inch of skin from jaw to toe. Of course, all those layers had carefully covered slits to allow easy access to her prized assets.

On any other day, she would have leapt at the chance to fall asleep in the rich, thick blankets that were piled around her. On any other day, the bed would have been the first and foremost of her concerns.

But on this day, it was hope and the unknown that dominated her thoughts. If he won, he would come to claim his prize and do with it as he pleased. If he lost, then he might come, he might not, but even if he did visit her, it would not be a pleasant experience. Fulfilling, yes, considerate, yes, but he would not be happy and so neither would she.

Victory and a Little Death [MF] [Fantasy]

Mauvelle laid alone on a massive bed. She wore layers upon layers of exotic fabric, all shaped to fit both her and the trends of the day. On top was a conservative cloak of green, revealing not an inch of skin from jaw to toe. Of course, all those layers had carefully covered slits to allow easy access to her prized assets.

On any other day, she would have leapt at the chance to fall asleep in the rich, thick blankets that were piled around her. On any other day, the bed would have been the first and foremost of her concerns.

But on this day, it was hope and the unknown that dominated her thoughts. If he won, he would come to claim his prize and do with it as he pleased. If he lost, then he might come, he might not, but even if he did visit her, it would not be a pleasant experience. Fulfilling, yes, considerate, yes, but he would not be happy and so neither would she.

[FM] Kitchen escapades, or how we woke up the whole complex

This sub is my go-to almost every night, and whenever else I’m horny. I have a recent experience to share. I’m 5’1” with a bit of jelly belly going on and full perky tits to match. I have pixie cut black hair that frame my large dark eyes and full lips. I posted awhile back on RAOMD on a different account in hopes of finding someone to satisfy me for a few months (I’m traveling temporarily for work), and ended up meeting someone on Tinder. We have incredible sex, but there is one particularly memorable session from a couple weeks ago that I can’t stop thinking about.

We were on our way back to his place from a nice, low-key Friday night date. Bookstore, ramen, and walking around downtown. He lives in an old, beautifully classic southwestern building from the early 1900s. There are two entrances to his apartment from the complex hallway, which are right next to each other— one into the living room, and the other into the kitchen. Out of pure curiosity, I asked to enter his apartment through the kitchen door just to see what it was like. We were kissing before the door clicked shut. I had my arms around his neck and his hands were roaming up and down my back. In between kisses, I asked him if he wanted to hear my fantasy from the night before.

Immortal Fruits [MF]

Blake had his first art showing at the gallery. It began in January when he started a
series of artworks based on iconic local women. They were all nude in the paintings but the paintings were tastefully done. All through January and February, I wondered how he had got so many of these women to agree to his agenda. The inspiration came from the fact we were in a new decade and that we were *“reborn, spiritually naked, ready for the next level”.* Blake was very capable of being a bit flowery. That is why we love him so much. Most of his artwork had revolved around nude women. He swore it was nothing untoward – it was just something he was good at. When they did life drawings at university, he came out top of the class for his ability to perfectly capture the human curve. Ever since we were eighteen, he had been asking me to pose for him and I always refused. As much as it looks like I like being exposed, there was something that always freaked me out about Blake. Before I agreed to anything, I went to speak to him about my concerns. Blake was always a little upset I didn’t seem to trust his motives.

Sixteen Ch. 1-2 [Fantasy, Slave, Werewolf]

(Apologies for formatting not carrying over, will post more chapters as interest dictates! This the first couple chapters of my completed novelette.)

Sixteen

Prologue:
The girl looks at her naked form in the full length mirror. She turns to look at her figure, her large breasts sitting atop her thin frame which curved down softly into her hips. She turns more, looking at her heart shaped bottom. She had been waiting for these curves forever; she hopes to heaven they aren’t a disappointment.

Sixteen is a late bloomer, lots of the girls with higher numbers than her had fully developed already and been claimed. She thought back at the disappointment in her Master’s eyes as he looked over her body each day, ordering a different diet here, vitamins and hormone treatments there. Yesterday she finally saw the long awaited smile on his face as he nodded in approval, and told her she was ready. He never once touched her. She used to get goosebumps watching him touch the girls that belonged to him. Loving caresses. Would her new master touch her this way?

The Perfect Five Days [MF][Str8]

Wednesday night was show night. An overnight stay in the city once more. We caught the train and the lads looked like they were keen for a drink beforehand. Me? Not so much.

*“Kitty?”*

It was Blake. Blake was someone who had so much faith in me as a musician, he had been in every band I had ever been in.

*“Yes, darling?”*

*“I want to give you this. We have talked about it. I managed to wrangle an invite for you and Minnie. I am sure only good will come out of it.”*

*“What makes you say that?”*

*“Having met the Master, I am sure he is your type. A lot of other musicians and people into music and you get to wear a pretty dress.”*

*“I am sold then. How often do they have the parties?”*

*“There was one last Thursday night but I didn’t invite you because the Master had a prior engagement. Played the new Monkees album. Dress code is no sloppiness and dress to impress. First of June is the next one.”*

*“So tomorrow. Dress to impress?”*

[Fmm] The Tutor pt. 6

Chapter 6
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Adam settled back on the couch with a towel underneath him. Carlos was sitting next to him with a drowsy expression, his cock limp and empty. Alicia moved to kneel in front of Adam with the lube and another injector and sat back on her heels.

“Ready?” she asked Adam after pulling the filled injector from the bottle of lube.

“I guess,” he said with a nervous grin at Carlos.

“It’s awesome, seriously.” Carlos grinned like he was drunk.

Alicia pulled at Adam’s hips to get him to shift forward. Once his ass hung off the edge of the couch, she began to work her slippery finger between his cheeks.

“Cold,” Adam hissed and winced.

“It’ll warm up quick enough,” Carlos chuckled.

Alicia worked the slick tip of the injector into his pink opening. Once it was in far enough, she slowly pushed the plunger. Adam hissed and squinted, then relaxed when she withdrew it to toss into the trash bag.

She leaned close to nip at his balls with her lips while pushing her index finger into his velvety soft interior. Adam’s hands twitched where they rested on his thighs. When she reached the walnut sized lump, he shivered.

[MF] Finally getting fucked by my professor during my last months in college.

Hi all,
I’ve gone on the reddit website for awhile just to read NSFW stories to help me get off lol. I finally made myself an account a month ago or so and now I feel ready to post about the one time something crazy happened to me. It’s pretty long and I apologize, but the hopeless romantic in me likes to go through the details and not just the dirty stuff lol. Anyways……

It was a little less than a year ago when I was finishing up my undergrad degree at a college in Arizona. I kept a detailed journal I would write in so I wouldn’t forget my many memories made. But I made sure to keep this story extra detailed for myself. I majored in Bio-Chem and was fairly good at it. (Okay, I was really good at it but that’s beside the point). All throughout my four years I took about a total of 6 classes with one of my favorite professors. Michael Carr. Professor Carr, I should say.

Healing The Widower [MF]

*“I cannot believe you are here on my turf. I saw people looking. Soon it will be all ‘Oh there goes
that woman from that sex show’. Oh it runs deeper than that.”*

*“Just a little infamy and probably deserved…I am here on a mission and well…I cannot quite fly
you to the moon and back but we can get close!”*

*“Oh it is a mission I want to accept. and I am prepared. I know I may cry and get upset but I do
want heaven of some sort. Like I said, cannot believe you are in my town just for me.”*

I giggled as we got into the car and drove home. Before I knew it, I had arrived. A wooden house
in the forest with four bedrooms and scenic views. The house was feeling empty. They first
bought it in the early ‘70s. One bedroom was an office of sorts. They just leased it out for six
years before returning with just Kirby in tow and by the end of the decade, Kirby had moved
out. It was Stuart alone in a huge house two of the bedrooms had become rooms
for wellness. I could hear the birds. It was peaceful and far more peaceful than anywhere else I
had been in recent times.

Kissing Cousins [MF][Incest][Taboo]

We knew it was wrong. We knew it the first time we kissed in the rec room at Thanksgiving. We knew it when we groped each other in the pool at the summer family reunion when nobody was looking. We knew it when we snuck off to the pool house and I gave him a blow job until he came in my mouth. We knew it the first time we had sex in my parents basement when his parents had come to visit.

If our parents ever found out, I had no idea what they would do.

It had been two years since we had seen each other and I was seeing David. I met him in my last year of high school and we had been dating about six months when we finally graduated. David had gone to college about an hour away and I missed him like crazy. It had been about three weeks since I had last seen him and we talked every day on the phone. I stayed at home and went to college close by to save money. It was a sacrifice but I knew it would be worth it in the end when David and I could be together and have a bright future.