Fisting Archives — Page 417 of 449 — NSFW story

Taken and Drained – Charona Cycle Part 1

No one else seems to notice me. But that’s ok….

It happened about a week ago, I was heading home late after chilling at the Card Shop. I was tired, I was hungry, and I was frustrated. Again it seems like everybody but me can get girl, SOMEHOW. During the magic tournament the finalist I was facing off against had a new piece of arm candy that WOULD NOT get off of him. Blonde hair, blue eyes, dressed in a tight looking batman shirt and cut off shorts, this chick spent all her time hanging off her boyfriend’s arm while we were trying to play our card game. And I don’t know what was more frustrating, the fact that big loud and personality deficient managed to snag a geeks wet dream, or the fact that she kept FLIRTING and making eyes at me.

I’m nothing special, but I know what i’m worth, and seeing this girl bat ehr eyes at me while whispering in his ear, or bending over next to him to kiss his cheek, giving me a full view of her cleavage and white lace bra… It was distracting to say the least. And it cost me the tournament. I caught myself staring at her when he made a play, and I was to engrossed in her coyness that I missed my chance to defend. Game over, he won, and she left with him. Read more »

Surprise Encounter Part 2 [Mf][Mdom][anal]

I emerge from the bathroom to find her in my bed. I smile, taking in the sight. She is face down in the pillows breathing softly. I run my hand over her knee highs as I approach. Softly I caress her ass and she shudders slightly as I trace the handprint that remains. As I make my way up her back she moans quietly into my pillow and wiggles her ass. And like that, I want her again. I lay down next to her and she turns to reveal a sly smile.

“You look like the cat who got the canary,” I muse.

“I feel like that cat,” she laughs and buries her head in the pillow.

I am weak, but blissfully content. I would fuck her again in a second, but I need to hold back at least for now. I place my hand on her back and feel the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing. I forgot how much I miss little moments like this. Her smell, her warmth, her breath can all be very intoxicating.

“These pillows smell like you,” she mummers through the fabric. Read more »

Surprise Encounter Part 1 [Mf][oral]

There’s a knock at the door. I look at the clock. 6:27.

“Interesting,” I mutter to myself as I secure my towel and head toward the entrance.

I open the door and there she is. Through the dark screen I can see she is lost in her thoughts, but quickly looks up. She studies my outline and discovers I am in a towel.

“You’re early. I am not ready.” I say as coyly as I can.

“Sorry. I wanted to talk with you before we met up later.”

“I’m confused,” I exhale loudly, “You wanted to talk to me before we met up later to hang out and talk?”

She laughs nervously, “Yes.”

“Well then come on in and make yourself at home.” I open the screen door with a loud squeak and I catch her surprise at my body. It is not like it used to be when she last saw me undressed. The thin, lean frame has been replaced by a well defined mass of strength and muscle.

I smile at her reaction; I like how it feels. My lust flares up inside me. Read more »

Tent Sex with a Mysterious Girl [mf]

A heavy bass back beat thumped over the quaint English hills and dale as the Glastonbury music festival rocked in full effect. Two hundred and fifty thousand screaming drunk people enjoying a spectrum of music from five hundred acts on five stages spread over a three day period; it’s one of Britain’s largest most raucous music festivals. Bring a tent, bring your party supplies, bring your friends, and chill. Jake and his friends, Pierce and Bryan took the advice to heart. The three travelled from London to the last blow out party before they return to the States to look for their first post college jobs. The three bopped along with the rhythm, checking out the girls while mildly tripping on a batch mushrooms Bryan brought along.

“Man, I need food,” Pierce said.

“I need beer. Let’s go the concession stand. Coming?” Bryan asked Jake.

“Naw, I’ll stay here,” he said as his favorite band launched into their second song. Read more »

The Corruptor [MF, nc, virgin, forced, Star Wars]

**The Corruptor**

*A young Padawan girl crosses paths with an ill-intentioned Sith.*

Thoughts and comments are much appreciated.

——————–

A thick smog suffocated the city of Larin, and its towering skyline struggled to rise up through the fogged clouds. The various towers’ radiant lights shone only dimly through the haze. Just as all of the planet of Nar Shaddaa choked in that smog so too did it choke in crime, corruption, greed and gluttony. The Larin city-sector was perhaps the seediest Nar Shaddaa had to offer—shattering glass and runaway blaster fire dotted the city-sector’s underlying mechanical whirs and hums. No sector was as welcoming to the galaxy’s absolute worst.

In the Larin sector, standing in a quiet alcove beneath a thick, partially-torn tarp was Mia Ayden, a young Padawan on the cusp of twenty. The young woman stood at just over five-and-a-half feet, clad in a tan cloak and modest beige vestments beneath it that clung loosely to her perky chest and slender form. Mia sported a full head of intense, reddish-brown hair tied up in neat tails that each hung down just past the nape of her neck. Her thin lips were only a few shades darker than the fair, light complexion of her flesh, and her vibrant emerald-green eyes never left any confusion as to her wishes or feelings. The thin, silver-plated hilt of a lightsaber rested calmly at her hip. Mia gazed off the near balcony off at the distant city proper, unable to make out much of it through the grayish smog. Read more »

Out [mm]

His stomach was a mix of excitement and fear, and it was impossible to untangle the two. There was a good showing of people out tonight. Smoke, alcohol and high pitched laughter wafting around through the air. The light turned green and he stepped out with the waiting crowd off the curb to cross the street. Part of them, but apart. His hands and feet were buzzing. Am I really doing this? He looked eagerly at each person who walked past him, trying to tease out their secrets in a glance. What’s YOUR story? Because he was sure that everyone had one.

This was it. Hand on the cold door handle, the pit of his stomach dropped to his feet. I am walking into a gay bar. I can do this. This is who I am. One deep breath and he pulled door open and stepped inside. There was the usual clinking and chatter going on like any bar anywhere, and there were both men and women. There were so many more men though, cute men. Did I really just think that to myself without freaking the hell out?… Yes, lots of cute men. After he got past the smell of beer and transient smoke from outside, he could smell that the room was full of men too. It made him giddy. Read more »

After the Fireworks [MFf]

Jackson drove his companions, Mia and Irina to Irina’s summer home, maneuvering through the traffic and tourists leaving the fireworks show. He was relieved that his teen companion, Mia, who he’s helping finance through college, and the owner of the house, Irina were getting along after meeting when Irina unexpectedly showed up. Irina, his long legged blonde Russian fuck buddy benefactress who helps finance his projects and Mia, a petite fresh faced coffee haired girl with blue eyes were worlds apart in sophistication but somehow, they were all cohabitating in relative peace.

The three stumbled into the house where Irina promptly went to the kitchen and grabbed an opened bottle of wine from the refrigerator. She splashed some in three glasses before coming onto the deck where Jackson had put on some music. Mia plopped down in a lawn chair and closed her eyes, her head delightfully buzzed from good times, a warm night, and margaritas. It was then she smelled marijuana smoke and opened her eyes to see Irina lighting a joint as Jackson swayed with her to the music. She passed it to Jackson who inhaled deeply and held it before letting the smoke rolled from his mouth. He passed it back to Irina who took a small hit from it before offering it to Mia. Mia had never smoked marijuana. She took the joint and sharply inhaled which made her cough and hand it back. The two laughed as Jackson took it from her hand. Mia grabbed her glass from the table and gulped some chilled wine to cool her burnt throat. Read more »

Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 2: The Garden [paranormal][tentacle][oral][anal]

When she hit the ground, it felt to Ashlynn like she had only fallen a couple feet, as though she had tumbled out of bed. The hard cobbled stone was cold under her forearms and legs, and she rolled over onto her back, arching so only her ass cheeks and shoulder blades touched the ground.

When the Master had let her go, it had felt like she was falling for far too long, several minutes at least. It was a surreal landscape she fell through, a deep tunnel bathed in purple light. Every once in a while, she would see a shapely limb, or a surprised face, watching her tumble past, but they vanished seconds later. She was worried that if she ever hit the ground, it would be the end of her.

Looking up, she could see the rough of a gazebo, a purple pentagram emitting the same light the bed had shone earlier fading into the stone work. Realizing she was safe, Ashlynn laughed for a minute with relief. Then she stood up. Read more »

First and Best Encounter… More to Come [F/F]

This all happened a little over a week ago, and I’m still trying to process it. It’s probably the hottest thing that ever happened to me, so I thought you guys would appreciate it.

So I’m 26, female, work part-time at a university, and am involved in a particular research project. There’s a small team of us, under a pretty distinguished Professor, and the work is really interesting. There were two posts to work on this project, and it was pretty competitive. I managed to get one, and the other went to Mark…

Mark and I were in loads of the same classes during our Bachelor’s degrees, and undertook our PhDs at the same time. We’ve known each other for years, and since very early on there has been a pretty intense rivalry between us. He’s good, but I’m better, and he hates me for it. Also, we couldn’t be further apart in terms of our personalities – he’s a keen sportsman, got involved in all sorts of university societies (drama, debate, etc.), is pretty Christian, and a real pretty boy. I’m your typical anarchic lesbian (ok, I’m bisexual but you wouldn’t know it from looking at me), visible tattoos, make the minimal effort when it comes to clothes, drink too much – you get the picture. He’s always been a patronising dick so I get a LOT of pleasure from watching him struggle to come to terms with being second best. Read more »