The Sharp Edge of the Veil – Chapter 5 [MF][Urban Fantasy]

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

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**Five – No One Really Likes** ***Ghost*** **Anyway**

I tried to shake the feeling of unease as I drove homewards again. It wasn’t my first post potion blackout, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Still. It wasn’t good.

I ate some Thai food at the food truck halfway home and since the daughter was working the truck, I had her blow me after I was finished. I’ve enchanted her so many times now I barely have to do it anymore. I’ve essentially Pavloved her into sucking my dick after she has served me. She just gets down on her knees behind the truck and bobs her pretty little head back and forth until I’m done. Usually I fuck her as well, but today I was just too preoccupied, so I just came in her mouth and left. The food did me great though, and as I got home, I was ready to get to work.

Embrace of the Goddess Part 7 [FF] [Mind Control] [BDSM] [Corruption] [Modesty] [Fantasy]

Chapter 7: Rella & The Demon

Rella

Dust flew through air as the stack of books in Rella’s arms tumbled over the desk.

“Goodness,” whispered the young woman. She looked around the private study room in the library but didn’t spot any of the dryads that roamed around to help people. She pulled her veil aside and carefully coughed into her fist before putting the veil back in place. Then she quickly went about picking up and re-stacking the four thick tomes she brought with her: Maloth and Azora, The Twin’s War, The Age of Darkness, and In Defense of Chastity. She had been through these books before, but her research was coming up short. She didn’t want to disappoint Iriel and admit that no one had done much work in recording the workings or worship of Maloth. Neither did she want to admit the other possibility: that someone had destroyed all those books.

“Are you alright?” sang a voice from behind her.

Rella spun and caught sight of one of Iriel’s liberated dryads. She was conscientious of keeping her eyes up, looking straight into the nymph’s eyes. Her skin was a pale and sickly green — especially in contrast with her shining verdant eyes — and her hair was a lush and wavy red.

A Woodland Chase (Preadator/prey, CNC)

> Kinks involved: consensual non-consent, Predator/prey, corporal punishment, degradation, and Teacher/student.

Crunch.

I replay the sound as it bounces from one corner of my mind to the other. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

I feel what was once my calm mood shift into escalating dread as my heart beats ever faster. If this forest were full of life I could easily excuse the sound to be that of a wild animal or falling fruit. However, in this place even the leaves themselves did not dare to grow in such a desolate biome at this time of year.

I continue my usual pace towards home, concentrating on my hearing, hoping to pick up on any other unusual sounds, yet I hear nothing. Nothing for a while. What feels like a while at least, until I hear a noise. Another gut twistingly awful crunch, yet this time it seems much closer. On instinct I turn my head to look at where the sound came from.

I met a CrossFit MILF who was absolutely fucking incredible in bed. [MF]

I decided to try out Tinder for the first time to see how it worked and got the basics of it pretty quick. A few accidental ‘Super Like’ mistakes and a few accidental ‘Right Swipe’ when I REALLY meant to ‘Left Swipe’ but overall pretty simple. I started to match with people, but my standard casual approach to online dating was not working like I was used to. I had heard that Tinder was more of a hook-up app and my preference was hooking up, but I wasn’t good at just jumping right to “meet me for a drink.” After a week or so I was on the verge of nixing the app when 80% of the people I would match with wouldn’t respond back and the 20% that did were incredibly boring.

Then, one night, I saw a profile that caught my attention. She was a few years older than me, a CrossFit coach, all her photos were of her working out. Her profile indicated she had kids which I wasn’t really into, but… who cares. I swiped right and matched with her right away. It was late, so I wrote out something to the effect of “I’m just doing some late night swiping before bed so I’m not feeling particularly clever at the moment. I’ll reach out again tomorrow and hopefully we can have a good conversation.”

Making Jezebel a Three Whole Whore[CNC, M/F]

Jez fluffed her curly red hair in the mirror admiring herself one last time before today’s lover came. She loved her big thighs and plump butt and her big breasts and hourglass shape. Everything about herself really. Which is why at a young age she had decided to do exactly what her body had been designed for. And that of course was to be a whore.

 

Jez had started living her purpose in her first year of college. A week after losing her virginity to her loser boyfriend he had dumped her to focus on joining a frat. That was when Jez learned the power her sex held. One by one and sometimes two at a time Jez screwed all of the frat members. Needless to say her ex did not become a brother. She helped celebrate by letting the entire frat gang bang her. The next morning Jez had a sore throat and puss soaked in cum. And so she stayed the rest of week between classes. At times being used as stress relief for one member and at others having trains rain on her. In such a short time she’d gone from a virgin to having two cocks in her puss and one shoved down her throat on a nightly basis.

[MF] Three Months Of Delivering Food For Extra Money Has Some Unexpected Perks

As a dude in his 20s trying to make it out in Los Angeles, I needed to take on an extra gig. Maybe “needed” is the wrong word. It wasn’t like I either delivery food or set up camp on the side of the street. More like, “Wow, I’m tired of having no money after paying all the bills.”

So around three months ago, I signed up for a delivery service. The process was rather easy. They even sent me a nice little bag and card a few days later. I was told doing food delivery in LA is difficult with only one person because you’re always looking for parking. I tested it out, and yeah, during the rush times? Fucking sucks. Would not recommend. But if you take the night shift? It’s really not so bad. You may not make as much, ah what the fuck, you don’t care about this shit.

Point is, I’ve been delivering food at night, and for the most part it’s been uneventful. I had been dropping most items off at the door, so I barely had to interact with anyone, which was cool with me. Here lately though, people have been more willing to accept the food, so I’ve had some strange interactions.

Last night my partner [NB] discovered I [TM] have a thing for them in a skirt.

It’s been a couple months now of seeing my current partner, A. Neither of us is sure exactly what we’re doing at this point, but we’re both enjoying it immensely. There was some pretty immediate chemistry between us, but I don’t think either of us expected this.

On our first date we ended up making out on their couch with me sitting in their lap, grinding on them through their jeans while we kissed. It wasn’t until later that they told me that isn’t the norm for them. Funny thing is, it’s not the norm for me, either. It took about four or five incredibly hot fucks over three weeks or so before either of us brought it up, and then we both ended up laughing about it on their bathroom floor, until we remembered we’d been in the middle of showering together and got back to soaping each other up.

Feelings

This is the first chapter to a book I’m piecing together. It does contain some BDSM imagery, so 18+ is advised. All characters are consenting adults. It’s kind of long, but I think it’s worth the read! Your feedback is welcomed☺️

It was Friday night and Kat had spent all day sleeping and getting the rest she had missed out on during her assignment. Being a travel nurse was hard, but the money was good, and Kat loved her job. She knew it was time to get up and get ready for Roman’s celebratory night out, though.

“Green or gold?”, Kat thought to herself as she tried to decide between two of her favorite dresses. She ultimately decided on the green one. It had a high neckline in the front and an open back, but it hugged every curve of Kat’s body like it was sewn directly onto her. It hit mid-thigh and left plenty to the imagination. The dark hunter green color complimented her beautiful, caramel colored skin and even brought out her eyes. Wearing panties would only ruin the entire look, so she went without. Once she put on her favorite pair of strappy heels she would be ready to go.

I got catfished… but it turned out to be fun anyway [MF]

It might have been Tinder, OkCupid, or Bumble… I don’t know, but I met this girl who lived 50 or 60 minutes away from me who was completely adorable and really fun to talk to. I realized pretty quickly I wasn’t going to be interested in dating her seriously because of the distance, but I was still open to seeing where things might go. The conversation escalated to a sexual one very quickly and she started to send me nude photos which is the fastest way to get me to make bad decisions.

Her body was insane. She had incredible curves, huge breasts, a little bit of a tummy — but in that healthy and sexy way — and as a kicker she was absolutely beautiful. Once the nudes started to come in I was down to meet her anytime and told her as much. She let me know that she had a kid and it was hard to find a sitter, but that she’d let me know. Apparently she was just as horny for me so she was able to find a sitter that afternoon for that night.