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Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 5: Prisoners [mmf][toys][bondage][oral]

As they headed through the demon castle, Taput lazily held the end of the chain in his left hand. The silver links went back to Ashlynn’s wrists, held slightly in front of her as she walked, through the metal link in the cuff, and back up to the leather collar she wore. Ashlynn walked along, watching Taput’s legs, nearly mesmerized by the swirling green glow, like ever shifting tribal tattoos cover his muscular body.

Ashlynn’s Succubus, a purple demoness that shared Ashlynn’s name and face, walked along behind, copy Ashlynn’s pose and movements, grinning widely to herself.

They were deep within the labyrinth of the castle. After Ashlynn had heard the demons use the name Brittney, she had been intrigued, and had ordered Taput, who was now enslaved to her, to take her to investigate. Ashlynn had at least a vague conception of all the demons who served Lisa, and therefore, she had assumed, Lisa’s Master Erostopholes. This new name had been a mystery she couldn’t ignore, even though she was charged to get Lisa’s book from the library. Read more »

Grace in Zero Gravity. [Les] [Science Fiction]

Sole credit for a catastrophic collision with an incoming 250,000-kilogram repair ship would not make a good line on your resume. Or your tombstone.

It was mostly a robot-choreographed routine by now. Still, my perfectionist engineering anxiety always kicked up when a visitor was en route.

Awareness intruded into disembodied thought-space, tight itchy reminders of unruly brunette hair pulled back into my usual ponytail. Wrench in hand, I paused to re-align the wayward strands and assess the day’s work. A sprawling Medusa’s coil of tubes and wires emerged from the external airlock’s nitric monoxide analyzer cabinet, in need of final re-assembly and testing. Reaching up to prevent the errant hair from falling across my eyes, I absently allowed the tooth-colored ratchet wrench made of recycled lunar regolith to slip from my hand.

The wrench didn’t actually fall, of course, but merely hung in zero gravity. No stray hairs needed smoothing, either; nervous habits die hard.

All four walls of the external airlock were crammed with equipment, every surface a bed of essential instrumentation. Screens streamed realtime data from CPUs, switchboards, dial-boxes and keyboards, insulated wires winding from electrical panels to penetrate deep into sealed, hidden inputs. I returned the wrench to its compartment in a toolbelt around my waist. Read more »

An incredible outdoor blowjob in front of a church (f/m)

I’m not particularly sure how to start this off, so I’ll fill you in on some of the relevant details before diving in.

My name is James, and for most of the last 7 years I’ve been in love with a girl named Marie. We met when I was 18 and dated on and off until I moved across the country when I was 21. We continued to try and make it work for a couple of years but long distance is often insurmountable, as it was for us. Her and I have always had an extremely volatile relationship, owing to my immaturity and hangups, and a few issues she has bravely tried to overcome. I was raised in an extremely religious household, and despite turning my back on God as a young teen, I had a lot of problems with intimacy. After living on my own for a few years, I have been able to grow immensely as a person and no longer have these same hangups. Marie and I still talk every day, and although I’m unsure of her exact feelings towards me at this point, we have always found ourselves drifting back to one another. Read more »

MF public park rendezvous with the wife

I was at working today and my wife texts me just before lunch telling me that she is wearing a skirt and no panties, about to do some errands and she is wet and wanting me. The next line from her asks if I would like a rendezvous somewhere.

I suggest we get some lunch together and then we can go find a spot to have some fun! She meets me for a decent lunch where we sit across from one another and she leans forward to talk to me several times, pressing her tits against the table edge, causing her shirt to gap open and her cleavage to spill out towards me.

She sees me smiling and asks innocently what I’m smiling about. I pull out my phone and snap a picture of her tits and then show her. She giggles and says she didn’t know her shirt was gaping open like that.

We pay out, then go to her car where she suggests I drive. Once we start to pull through the parking lot, she wastes no time in hiking her long tight yet stretchy skirt up to her waste, spreading her legs, propping her right leg up on the door handle. Her neatly trimmed cunt open to the sunlight streaming in the windows as she keeps her eyes on me and begins to rub herself with both hands slowly. Read more »

When I Forget Who Owns Me [MF] [BDSM] [SADISM]

“Slut, come here,” calls my Master from the other room.

I am my Master’s slave.

“Slut!” he calls, a bit louder than the last time.

I belong to him, body, mind and soul. My tits are his, my ass is his, my mouth is his to do with as he pleases. My skin is his to bruise, to smack, to whip, to hit, to burn. My mouth is his, to fuck, to use, to serve as a receptacle for his pleasure and release.

“In. Here. Now.”

I am his completely. I do everything he says.

“SLUT!”

Except right now. Right now I am ignoring him, because he is annoying.

“Is somebody looking for a bruising?” Master is standing in the doorway.

Uh-oh.

I think I’m about to be in trouble.

There is time, still, to turn this around. My Master is forgiving. I can tell him sweetly that I didn’t hear him, though I wouldn’t because that wouldn’t be true. I did hear him.

I just didn’t feel like answering. Read more »

Little Red, Riding Hood [Shape Shifter, Modern Fairytale]

Hi. My name is Farah. I run Play Farah Publishing, a little erotic publishing house out of Las Vegas, NV. I am not an author, but I wrote this story to promote one of my authors and ended up being really, really proud of it. I’m posting it here because I want people to read it and would be interested in your feedback. I’m going to post a link to this same entry from my blog in the comments, but only because I commissioned a painting from a friend of mine to go along with the story, and she ended up doing a really amazing job.

Ummm…thanks! and I hope you enjoy.

I lay beside my big bad wolf, hands buried in his downy fur. Sometimes I stroke against the natural grain of his hair then smooth it back down. Other times I clutch at him for dear life. For now, I just keep my face pressed against his warmth and feel my head rise up and down with each deep breath, and I reflect on the truth that fairytales really do come true, just not in the ways that we expect.
As I drift, I picture the old man’s face—a grandfather in my story, not a sweet old granny—as I danced on his lap. Danced is a generous term. I stood in front of him, grinding my lacy red panties into his lifeless crotch and looking over my shoulder to see if anything was registering on his face. Nothing. He just stared past me, black-faced, not even looking at the stage. I was blocking his view. He was just staring through me. Read more »

I (F)ucked (M)y boyfriend’s best friend. [F18/M26]

I am in a happy and loving relationship with my boyfriend, Daniel. We have been together for nearly 3 years now, and I couldn’t have a better relationship if I had special-ordered him from Amazon. We are so much alike, it’s actually a bit scary sometimes. That includes a lot of similar kinks and fetishes. Luckily for me, one of his biggest kinks is sharing me. He thoroughly enjoys and gets off on me going out to get destroyed by big cocks. And, like a good little slut, I happily oblige. Our endeavors have not only satisfied my sexual hunger, but have also been a huge confidence boost for me. I have always been on the heavier side with tan skin, long black hair, and my eyes slant when I smile and laugh due to my Asian ancestry. My one saving grace has been my wide hips and large ass. http://imgur.com/MUpBo0h Read more »

Memories [M/F]: Best ExSex ever. Light role play and all!

So this happened about a year and a half ago. I have been lurking for a bit but wanted to share in the fun. I was 25 at the time, have brown hair, blue eyes, 6ft, Athletic but slimmer build 190lbs. Im a good looking guy and my exgf at the time was extremely hot. Long brown hair, eastern european look, sexiest green “fuck me” eyes and a bubble butt to boot. About 5’8″ athletic 115 with full C breats. If only she wasnt such a crazy bitch…

Anyway we had been broken up for a month, after a year of dating she became so controlling, arrogant, and demanding and I had just had enough. I suspected she was cheating on me due to the fact that she was constantly worried that I was running around on her. Funny how that works.

I broke it off and didnt hear anything for about 3 weeks. I was busy working and I just assumed she had moved on. One day I get a text from her asking if I had seen a pair of earrings she was apparently missing. I didnt fall for the bait, said I hadnt seen them and went on with my day. Another week went by with nothing. Read more »

A Warrior Kneels [FMFdom]

The horse lifted his head and snorted with a warning to his Mistress who knelt at the edge of the stream drinking her fill. Green eyes narrowed as she grew still, a hand drifted to the sword at her side as she listened to the surrounding forest. The large warhorse shifted closer to her in a protective stance and her small form rose to her feet with a slow, lithe grace.
Her gloved hand remained upon the hilt of her sword and with one gesture of her other hand the black warhorse melted into the trees at the edge of the creek side.
She stepped into the underbrush on the opposite side of where the horse went and she grew still and waited as the one who approached sounded like a whole army. She knew it was one person, mounted and not being wary nor quiet and that puzzled her as the lands were in a grave state of unrest at this time.
Green eyes watched the brown horse come into the clearing and the man atop the horse slid off with a jingle of spurs and mail. She could see the light sword strapped to his back and his long dark hair was bound into a pony tail. He knelt at the water’s edge and drank from his cupped hands but she knew he knew she was present and she tensed, ready to fight. Read more »

Forced Orgasm ”Beer Pong”

I would love your opinion on my short piece about Forced orgasm, this is a piece dedicated to a girl called elliot who requested me to write about this genre. If you want to make a request message me here, or use my username to find me on kik or gmail :)

“So, what’s the bet?”

Jack grinned, staring at Elliot´s curvy figure, trying to think up something he knew she’d never do under any other circumstance. They’d met a few months ago, and hadn’t stopped texting each other since. However, they’d yet to sleep together, and Jack was hoping tonight would be the night. She was so goddamn pretty; 5’8″, slim waist and perky handfuls of tits with a round ass that begged to be spanked. He imagined tangling his fingers in her long, wavy black hair to pull her head back so he could bite her neck, squeezing her tits in one hand while squeezing her ass with the other…but he was getting ahead of himself. After all, there was no surety that she’d agree to his bet. Read more »