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An Angel’s Voyage: Ch. 1 “Limbo, Paraíso” [FM][Oral][LightDom][Fsub][Mdom][Cheating]

Preface: This can only barely be called chapter 1. This is more of an intro. This is for people who enjoy sex but are also interested in a strong narrative, and to be emotionally attached to the characters. Not to say that there is anything wrong with any other style of erotica. But if you aren’t interested in this type of story, then by all means, feel free to skip to the sex scenes.

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Lt. Major Angela Griego, through no fault of her own, became stranded on the Azores island chain due to an electrical malfunction on the plane which was to bring her home. One would think that an Air Force base would have plenty of spare planes lying about; she was an excellent pilot herself, and she imagined herself flying back to Arizona on a large, Wright Brothers-esque kite, should this layover last too long. Read more »

[fFM/fM] Wild Roses pt. 12: Maritals [prost] [Fsub]

After making a light meal of fresh baked bread with field fruit preserves and half tankard of beer, Summer made her way through the common room and up to a low table in the corner, where a couple sat supping on roast beef and a thick mushroom soup, him with eager appetite, her listlessly picking at her food.

“Hello”, she offered with a smile as she sat down, “is the soup good tonight?”

Where she sat, she could see the man eyeing the shape of her through her thin dress, and she made a point of smiling whenever she caught him looking.

“It’s passable.” he said with a shrug, pushing his bowl over to his wife. “Do I know you?”

“I’m Summer.” Summer offered with a smile, pulling back an artfully errant lock of hair.

“Hello, Summer.” the man said with a barely polite sneer. “I’m Carl, and this is my wife Honour.”

Sternly, he looked over at Honour. “Say hello, dear.”

“Hello.” Honour mumbled with a small nod to Summer, as she poked at her roast beef. Read more »

[fM] Wild Roses pt. 11: Night Life [prost] [fsub] [Mdom]

A silver mark bought the sisters a small room at the back of the inn for the night, with little in the way of furniture, apart from a broad but hard bed and a small table with two chairs, one missing a leg and the other missing its back. As Willard had suggested, the silver had also covered board for the three of them, and for lunch the inn-keep had produced a small platter of bread, bacon and field fruits, alongside a pitcher of beer and a small jar of berry preserves. As they sat eating, the three sisters took to planning their way forwards.

“I think we need some more money.” Spring suggested. “Nine marks will last us no more than a week, and that hardly makes an adventure.”

Autumn nodded solemnly. “Agreed.”

“How are we to earn money, though?” Summer asked, worrying at her heel of bread. “None of us have a trade, at least not one in good repute.”

“Couldn’t you wow some people with your magics?” Autumn suggested.

Summer shook her head. “People are afraid of magic. It’d sooner get us run out of town than a full purse.” Read more »

MF – A Hate-Fuck Fantasy [MF] [Anal] [Fsub] [Mdom] [Huml] [Rough] [Dirty Talk]

She’s in my class and I absolutely can’t stand her, an hour and a half each day of the week in the same room is unbearable. Her commentary is generally piss-poor, her grammar and pronunciation are an atrocity against the language (our class isn’t in English), and every time she opens her mouth I cringe and brace for a stream of contrived drivel that in the end she usually has to repeat in English (making it more intelligible but no more intelligent) because of her poor grasp of the language and lack of the needed prerequisites and determination for our class.

But, the thing is, I have this fantasy. She doesn’t have a good body either, but my current partner is rail-thin and there’s something about this lush, phat ass that I can see straining against her jeans, the way she wears her platform heeled boots, that stirs me. Read more »

Master’s Ball [MDom][FSub][ff][bdsm][group sex]

It’s Master and Servants week-end at the members only sex club and tonight is the Master’s Ball.

Inside the mansion, where the party raged beneath us, my boyfriend, Greg was ready to go, but was I was still fidgeting with the impossibly tight shiny black PVC bustier dress with a silver snaps down the front that Greg brought for me to wear. My waist was snatched in so tight I could barely breathe. My boobs were mashed up into two high sitting globes of flesh but damn, it gave me an hourglass figure. I finger fluffed my hot curled brunette hair before pulling up the bustier which threatened to expose my boobs.

I said, “It’s so tight.”

“It’s supposed to be tight. So we can see that sweet ass of yours.”

He slapped my shiny black ass which sent me teetering in my high hooker heels.

“Sit,” he said.

I did. He put my collar around my neck and buckled it closed. I looked up into his serious face.

He said, “You are to address me as ‘master’. Understood?”

I giggled before answering as told. “Yes, master.” Read more »

[fM] Wild Roses pt. 3: Scabbard and Sword [fsub]

With a grunt, Willard squared his hips and thrust against Spring, and as the force of his motion hit her, she squealed with pleasure.

It had been a few weeks after the first time she offered himself to him he was willing to fuck her proper, and a few weeks still before he let her share his bed, but now, three months on, this was as much a part of the daily routine as training, meals and baths.

For an old man, he was still vigorous, and the nights when he took her on all fours, as he did tonight, had quickly become Spring’s favourite. Willard had learned this quickly enough, and tonight’s ride was her prize for a good training session. She had gotten in three solid heartstrikes, and hadn’t taken a single blow herself, a task that was easy enough when she put her mind to it, something that the new reward structure certainly helped with. Read more »

Adventures in Aquamarine [Mdom] [fsub] [bdsm]

The whisk scraped harshly against the side of the bowl, echoing throughout the still house. Rain pattered on the windows, in the typical northwest fashion, with a steamy haze on the windows betraying the chill in the air outside. Within these four walls however, all was toasty and warm. Emma hummed to herself as she poured the last of the filling into the pie shell and began to weave together the strips of crust on top.

She wore teal panties which clung to and revealed glimpses of her pert ass within the twisting straps and a simple white apron that did little to keep her bosom from bursting forth, confident that her actions in the kitchen would rouse him from slumber soon enough. Aside from those two items, she only wore her collar, a simple leather affair, designed for play more so than fashion. The house was filled with the scent of cinnamon, with just the slightest hint of brown sugar making itself known. Flour coated her hands, with little puffs of powder along her abdomen and thighs where she’d been careless in wiping away excess. Her long hair was bound up in a simple ponytail to keep it out of the way. Read more »

Adventures in Aquamarine [Mdom] [ fsub] [bdsm]

The whisk scraped harshly against the side of the bowl, echoing throughout the still house. Rain pattered on the windows, in the typical northwest fashion, with a steamy haze on the windows betraying the chill in the air outside. Within these four walls however, all was toasty and warm. Emma hummed to herself as she poured the last of the filling into the pie shell and began to weave together the strips of crust on top.

She wore teal panties which clung to and revealed glimpses of her pert ass within the twisting straps and a simple white apron that did little to keep her bosom from bursting forth, confident that her actions in the kitchen would rouse him from slumber soon enough. Aside from those two items, she only wore her collar, a simple leather affair, designed for play more so than fashion. The house was filled with the scent of cinnamon, with just the slightest hint of brown sugar making itself known. Flour coated her hands, with little puffs of powder along her abdomen and thighs where she’d been careless in wiping away excess. Her long hair was bound up in a simple ponytail to keep it out of the way. Read more »

All the power, part 4.1 [fantasy] [Fsub]

Tetenia had arrived on His Supremacy’s Sacred Estate. She was His 244th concubine.

The Sacred Estate was located on The Sacred Isle, formerly known as Pentash. It was an island renowned for its physical beauty and pleasant, temperate climate, across a small sea from the heartland of the Trasian Empire, towards the southern edge of the same continent that contained Nordland.

The Estate itself was massive, practically the size of a small Nordish province. Surrounding a long, narrow, lake, about two miles wide at its widest point in the middle and about ten miles long, it was ringed by a series of pleasant hills. On the lake’s southeastern corner, it fed into a river that led to the city of New Cortium – the largest on the Isle and the headquarters of His Surepmacy’s Sacred Orders. The southern shore of the lake gave way to a grassland, a vast empty space at the back of which were three massive temples dedicated to His Supremacy – the Temple Grounds. The northern shore of the lake was dominated by the main section of His Sacred Palace, which ran the entire length of the shore, hugging a cliff overlooking the lake – a distance of about a mile. On the eastern and western shores were vast pleasure gardens in the northern half of the lake, while the southern half contained the palaces of the ten Queen Priestesses. Read more »