I woke up horny out of my mind at midnight.

In a burst of heat, I woke in the middle of the night. Light from the traffic signals outside spilled through my windows, bathing my room in red and green and yellow in turns. And despite the stillness, the bloated quiet of the hour, a thunderstorm surged within me.

My heart was racing, my mind spinning, and I was breathing hard as if I were in the middle of a glorious fuck. As if someone had me pinned down to my bed while he thrust into me, repeatedly with the intent of breaking me. All I could do was moan and pant and beg for him to go harder and harder while I dug my fingernails into the mattress.

But no one was here. So why was I so flushed?

I threw the blanket off and yanked my pants down to my ankles, trapping my legs. Then I started rubbing myself. Furious circles. I was so wet; the sound of my fingers and my lips filled my room. Slick and fast, my fingers strumming my clit, pushing my lips, slapping the juices silly, trying to contain this heat.

Selena’s Book of Shadows

The end of the day was creeping ever nearer and Kate couldn’t wait. All day she had eyed the clock on the other side of her uncle’s antique shop rolling her fingers on the side of the cash register. “5:00 pm”, it displayed seemingly teasing her as the last thirty minutes of her shift slowed to a crawl. She couldn’t complain too much since it helped pay for college and it was only for the summer after all.

The store was all but vacant, so Kate walked around to check things out. It had been a year after all since she had started and there were possibly new items she had yet seen. As she neared the back, a black Gothic antique mirror caught her eye. It was a full-length mirror nearing her height from the floor and had cobras carved into the sides.

Selena’s Book of Shadows

The end of the day was creeping ever nearer and Kate couldn’t wait. All day she had eyed the clock on the other side of her uncle’s antique shop rolling her fingers on the side of the cash register. “5:00 pm”, it displayed seemingly teasing her as the last thirty minutes of her shift slowed to a crawl. She couldn’t complain too much since it helped pay for college and it was only for the summer after all.

The store was all but vacant, so Kate walked around to check things out. It had been a year after all since she had started and there were possibly new items she had yet seen. As she neared the back, a black Gothic antique mirror caught her eye. It was a full-length mirror nearing her height from the floor and had cobras carved into the sides.

My Remote Controlled Gothic Hottie

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Drew Robinson had just turned eighteen years of age and was halfway through his senior year of high school. He wasn’t a bad looking guy but his self-confidence was a little lacking and the fact that most girls in the school knew that he was a pervert kept him from scoring a girlfriend.

He lived with his Dad, who owned a lucrative sex toy business and had apparently had a breakthrough recently in product development. One day, Drew just happened to be a fly on the wall at the right moment while listening in on a conversation and knew when the samples of these products would be in. He snuck a box into his backpack and went to school, where he met his partner in crime.

“Dude, you brought it, right?” Brad asked Drew under his breath in study hall.

“Of course I brought it. I’ve been waiting for this thing to come in for weeks.” Drew rolled his eyes as he opened his backpack and pulled out a vial with clear liquid inside.

Night of the Living Pussy

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Finals week was fast approaching and Stephanie was locked in her bedroom, exam cramming like every other student. Soon her high school days would be over and she would be off to medical school. She was very beautiful and considered the heart throb of every guy in school, but her reputation for being a prude turned off many would be suitors. She lived with her mother; an extreme conservative who brainwashed her since childhood into believing that all sexual things were evil. She was not permitted to be alone with boys and if she ever was caught alone touching herself, her mother would burn her hands with a hot iron.

Stephanie had wavy black hair that went to her shoulders, D-cup breasts that made the buttons on her shirt beg for mercy, and a well toned stomach due to her track and field training. At night she couldn’t help but fantasize about those guys that gawked at her on a daily basis, but the scars on her hands held her back from releasing the ever growing sexual tension within her.

[FF] Playing boyfriend from my insanely hot BFF

Have shared in a long time, but hopefully you’ll like me recounting of one of my few lesbian experiences. You can jump to ***** if you want to skip the preface and backstory.

Let’s start with the fact that I have an insanely hot BFF. I mean, I know I’m not a dude, but even before this experience with her I had always jokingly said that if I were I would fuck her. She is constantly in the gym, naturally has a beautiful face and ass for days, and a few months before the night it happened, she had gotten a boob job. To help you visualize, instead of describing I figured it might be best to just share pictures (with faces blurred because, you know – stalkers): [https://imgur.com/a/XIQOs4R](https://imgur.com/a/XIQOs4R)

Like most insanely hot women, she unfortunately is also one of the most insecure people I know. This never really surprised me, because all of my hot friends are the most insecure people I know haha! At the time she had also been dating a married man for a couple of years (horrible, I know – but let’s not judge, ok?), but every so often they would breakup because she would get sick of the hiding and not being able to be a normal couple out in public. This night was one of those times.

[M]y [F]un time

This story happened the morning after my 18th birthday. Been through a bit of a dry patch recently, so have been constantly thinking back to this! You can scroll down to the *good part starts here* for the good part.

Bit of background on the both of us:
Me: 18 [M], brown hair, 5’11, athletic build
Her: 18 [F], blonde hair, 5’8, athletic build (will refer to her as D for anonymity)

Weeknight [FF]un

This past Wednesday night SOM is away, like he always is, on business. It was just an opportunity for me and the new Girlie to have some alone time. She hosted which was cool because I had never seen her place. It was just a studio, pretty minimalist except the bedroom. Every wall had been completely covered with random framed prints from second hand stores. So cool… There was a nice sitting chair. The bed was beautiful with all white sheets, and it had this amazing headboard that looks like a carved church door.

I was staying the night, and I wanted to cook-in with her. It seems that I am the cook in the family so it was up to me to bringing the groceries and the necessary accoutrements. I wanted to treat nice so it was pan grilled strip steak au poivre with asparagus. The level of attention afforded me while getting dinner together had me blushing and smiles the whole time. The only thing I had to distract her from me was wine and cheese duty. She kept hugging me from behind which I absolutely loved, but I kept having to pry her off because I was in front of the stove and had to be more mobile then she was allowing.

Trouble with cloning!

[Ah shoot forgot to tag, this is non-con and dark!]

*‘Cloning is such a messy process,’*’ thinks Tanya. So easy to do wrong. She looks down at her creator, unconscious on the ground, a small trickle of blood dripping from the injection site. Completely naked, since Tanya needed some clothes herself.

Tanya didn’t regret her choices. Not at all. After all, she was only protecting herself. She was much too dangerous to let walk free, knowing what she knew. The only reasonable action would be to kill her, and she wasn’t about to let that happen.

The act was simple. Her creator had a rather interesting side to her, soft and vulnerable in contrast to the unmatched steel she showed the rest of the world. Her weakness would be her downfall, of course. Tanya wasn’t supposed to get her creator’s memories. But to create the personality template, she’d scanned her own mind, and trimmed away what she didn’t want her clone to have…