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Showering With Love [MF][Short][Oral][Seduction]

‘Heading out now. I’ll be home soon.’ That’s what the text message reads as I hit send.

“Thanks for the ride, man,” I tell my brother with a fist bump. It’s way too hot and we’re way too sweaty for a hug. I load my bike onto the rack on the back of my car and he throws his into the bed of his truck. We go our separate ways until we meet again next weekend. On the drive home I roll the windows down and crank the radio up, still riding the endorphins. This new lifestyle is great. I’m in shape for the first time in my life, I’ve got energy, stamina. Life’s good.

I pull into my garage some time later and unload my bike, hanging it on the hooks above my car. I hang my helmet by the door and remove my shoes. When I open the door into the house I stop dead in my tracks. I hear the water running in the shower, but my girlfriend is sitting on the edge of the couch wearing her red silk robe. Her grin betrays that she’s been waiting for me to get home. She gracefully raises off the couch and walks, almost floats, over to me. Without a sound, she takes me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom. Read more »

She Wants What for Her Birthday? [Mf][cuckold][interracial][voy]

Being a male stripper to pay for college sends me to a lot of strange places and crazy situations. Chocolate Delight has been my handle for three years now, but in fifteen days I’ll be Xavier, college graduate. Tonight, my manager booked a private party gig on a boat. I was smelling nice from the shower, looking good fresh from the barber shop, and had moisturized my skin until it looked like polished wood. Dressed in a button down shirt and slacks, I checked the mirror one last time and left.

The evening was deepening into night when I arrived at the marina. Security let me through the marina’s gate and I headed towards a yacht in the slip number on my phone. A deck hand met me at the gang plank and showed me to a state room. I expected the usual bachelor or sorority party full of screaming, giggling young women but instead, there was an older guy with salt and pepper hair sitting on a couch beside a much younger blonde girl. Ms. Bernadette Larouche, my gig booker and former burlesque dancer with a heart shaped face, copper colored skin and shiny black hair, sat curled up on his other side, holding a snifter cognac in her hand. She rose from the couch and came over to greet me with a tender kiss to my cheek. Read more »

Bi-Hooker; Bye Crook [MMF][Blindfold][blkmail]

As taken from my blog: s.c.mauthor.kinky-blogging.com

Meet Kristoff and Clarissa. A stunning blonde couple relaxing and enjoying a late and light lunch, before the work planned for the evening ahead. Everything about this couple stands out. They’re both gorgeous specimens of health and beauty. Immaculately dressed, manicured, pedicured and both sporting real golden tans and brilliant white smiles.

Lets look first at Clarissa, mid twenties, athletic build, dressed and shoed in a chic Gucci evening dress ensemble; coloured subtle shades of deep red. No jewelry on slender fingers or bared collarbones. Just a simple and understated pair of diamond studs glinting out from the curled blonde locks. Prominent cheekbones are softened by full pouting lips but accentuated by large ice blue eyes, curled lashes and modelled brows. Very much dressed to kill but smiling and laughing at ease with her counterpart sat opposite.

Now Kristoff, the easiest way to describe him is “Viking in a business suit”. Well over 6 feet with the same curling blonde hair but not styled, just falling effortlessly and perfectly down his long strong neck, reaching out to his broad shoulders. Chiselled, hawk like features with piercing deep blue eyes. A strong and clean shaven jaw moves laconically as he swaps small talk. His hands are at odds with the clearly well toned body beneath the light grey business suit. Flawlessly manicured and soft with deft fingers where one would expect to see coarse fat digits. He’s never done a day’s manual labour in his life. Read more »

Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 4: Deeper Inside

Ashlynn lay on the cobblestones at the gate of the strange palace, resting her head in her own Succubus’s lap, sighing. “You know, that was closer than I would like to admit,” Ashlynn said softly.

Pavement chuckled slightly, and Ashlynn considered telling him to shut up, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort. “The others may not be so difficult,” the Succubus offered. “Perhaps Pavement turns you on more than the others.”

“I doubt it,” Ashlynn said. “He’s the dumbest, isn’t he?” The demoness nodded. “And I’m pretty sure all the demons are watching what happens on my side of … whatever separates here from there.”

“That’s true. They watch whenever the Master allows them.”

“So it would be surprising if they didn’t have some idea what I was into,” Ashlynn sighed.

The Succubus just combed her double’s hair with her fingers.

“So if they get their hands on me, it may be over quickly.”

“It may,” the Succubus almost purred.

“You don’t see too concerned.”

The demoness shrugged. Read more »

One Librarian and Two Sadistic Bikers, Part 1 [str8][rough][MMF][double penetration][dominating][reluctant][masturbation][anal][oral]

Part 1 (link in the comments to my Casual Sex Gamer blog & Part 2. My blog hast parts 1 – 6 on it now. I hope you enjoy part 1:

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It was Friday night, closing time at the library. My dirty mind was wandering as I checked out the line of men that formed with their books. I enhanced the boring task by imagining that the line was for a more arousing reason. Instead of checking out their books, I was on my knees and they were waiting for their turn at my mouth. Needless to say, by the time the place cleared out, I was pretty riled up.

Being horny was my typical state, and it led me to my unusual hobbies. One was having orgasms, and the other involved going into games for sex, but that was a whole different barrel of monkeys.

It was right around closing time, and I was about to lock the doors when two huge bikers came in. One had a thick red beard and a full head of hair. He wore a black Harley tee and was totally ripped. The other man had dark hair and a five o’clock shadow. He was shirtless beneath a leather vest and his muscled arms and chest were covered with tattoos. Both of them immediately pushed every one of my horny, over sexed buttons. Read more »

After years, I get a booty call from my first gf, and it turns out she’s quite freaky :) (dp, face fucking, gentle femdom)

So, I did not mean for this to be so lengthy, but I was kind of reliving this as I was typing. It takes a couple of unexpected turns, to say the least. If you read this to the end, you’ll probably at least get a boner or a sploosh out of it, maybe even cum?

This story happened in my mid 20’s…

I dated this girl, “Jess”, in late middle school and early high school. We were each others’ first, in every way. We experimented sexually more than many adult couples do. We were head over heels for each other. Our parents found out we were fucking, and we were banned from seeing each other. We were ripped apart, and we attended different schools and virtually never saw each other. For a few years after that, we’d meet up a few times and fuck like rabbits in the park or out in the country. Having never had any closure from our relationship ending, it was always very passionate. We eventually started dating other people, and I took off to college after graduation, and she remained in our small little southern town. Read more »

A gift to the Ork Chieftain Pt. 2 [fantasy] [oral] [sex] [domination] [MF]

Brotan undid the lock to her collar and it crashed to Glinda’s feet. It had been on for a full day at that point and with it gone she realized how used to it she had become. The weight was gone from her neck, allowing to her to stand to her full ability, the tall beauty the gods had designed her to be. With the iron collar by her feet it was not lost on Glinda the freedom she had just gained. It was not just a physical one but one which felt all encompassing for her. For years she had used her sexuality to her favor, fucking the townsmen for reward or benefit, and the town’s women hated her for it. They were jealous their husbands had always watched her walking by in the road, their eyes running across her body and imagining how much livestock or firewood it would take to bend her over a table. But they were all now dead and here she stood. As a poor townswoman with her lack of nobility her best chance for a good life had always been to be the sex object of an upperclassman. Now before her, eyes full of lust and a fist full of throbbing cock, sat one of the most powerful men in the realm. This Ork chieftain was responsible for the deaths of likely thousands of men and yet here in his throne he was nothing but a horny man with a hard dick, waiting for her to give him release. Read more »

Wrapping Up the Night [MMf] [DP/anal] [group] [voy]

**Continued** from *Dancing in the Basement*, *Emily in the Shower*, and *The Private Party* – links in comments

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The main floor is nearly empty, at least in the halls. I head to the bathroom to see if Emily was still in there.

The room is dark, but her shirt is still on the floor. I grab it and head to the kitchen to look for her. I wasn’t sure what I would do if she’d gotten in trouble, but I felt responsible to find her. There are only a few people in the kitchen, and they deny seeing her even come through to go outside. I go back to the main hallway, and decide to check the bedroom.

First I knock softly on Ashley’s door, and crack it open. It’s dark, and there are a few people sleeping on the bed. I flip the lights on and head over to see if any of them are Emily, or Ashley. None are, and one of the sleepers who woke up to the light suggests I check the guest bedroom. Apparently, the guy says, that bedroom has been the place to be all night, even with its door closed. Read more »

A gift to the Ork Chieftain Pt. 1 [fantasy] [oral]

Glinda looked up at the hulking chieftain standing before her. Even if she hadn’t been thrown to the floor by the foot solider when she was brought into his tent he’d have been imposing, but from the fur rug she now laid upon he looked more like an ancient tree towering into the sky than a mortal being. Growing up in the borderlands humans all heard stories of the Orks living beyond the river, and the raiding parties they’d send into the human territory, but she’d never seen one before they arrived at her village that morning. The grunts who’d torn through the village were large themselves, easily a head taller than any man she knew, but this chieftain whom she’d been brought to was even larger than that. In a community which valued power and aggression more than civility, like her human, more civilized brethren, it was no wonder how this man had rose to a rank like his. Read more »