Sucked several cocks in one night at gay spa [MM+]
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[MFF] Wild night in Croatia
I’m writing on mobile at work and have like 15 min so bear with me.
I’m 24M and always horny as fuck.
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I had to fly to Paris for work for a week, and booked some vacation time to fly to Croatia for a mini vacation, just 5 days.
When I was in Paris, I ended up fucking a coworker after a long and sweaty train ride (this was during the heat wave in Europe in the summer). But that’s another story.
I landed in Split, had a few adventures (almost tag teamed a dude who let me use his Airbnb as an alternative to my hostel to fuck an Irish girl but once we got there she decided it would just be me and her) and then took a ferry to the rich, Monaco-esque island of Hvar. What a beautiful island, gelato and cheap beers. But all the beers in the world couldn’t quench my thirst, I knew I wanted to get as wild as possible.
The iWifeDevice
This is not an endorsement of an actual product. The device and company introduced in this writing are fictional products of my imagination.
Let me introduce you to The iWife Device.
If you’ve ever watch those old Star Trek shows, I’m sure you would be familiar with the Transporter, the Replicator, and the Holodeck. How the iWife Device works is based on those three technologies. Internet access required to use the device. It is about the length and width measure about 3 and half by 7 feet and stand about 3 and a half feet. About the standard size of a single bed.
Once you’ve ordered the $12,000,00 device through Fetitech Industries, simply connect it to your computer. The software is built into the iWife Device and automatically downloads upon connection. The software is registered so that most anti virus programs will not interfere the download. You may then log into the company’s website with your free issued password. Give the company your specifications of the type of male or female you desire. A code will be then generate which the company, upon credit card payment will then upload to your device. Appearing on top of the device will be a perfectly flawless molecular generated iWife. Not an image, but an actual molecularly stable solid male or female custom made to your specifications.
Your iWife can be programmed to be straight, bisexual, gay, or lesbian. The iWife will be fully sexually functional. Preprogrammed protocols have been set in the iWife’s programming so that she will be completely submissive and obedient and will never nag or complain. The iWife is usable for up to one year with a subscription and can be deleted at anytime before that. Only at the time of subscription renewal can your iWife be upgraded, No marriage license or prenuptial agreements are necessary to own an iWife.
[MT] An unforgettable night
This story happened several years when I was 31M and she was 28T.
Disclaimer: I’ll be using she/her throughout. Transwomen are women, sorry. ♡
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I met Monica on a transgender-focused dating site. She is my height, Pacific Islander but quite slim & fit with long black hair. I can’t remember how she told me but she let me know her porn star name (she had done solo/masturbation scenes) so I had already seen her nude prior to meeting. Between that and some things she had texted me, it was clear that we would absolutely be fucking and that I would be bottoming for her.
We agreed to meet at a known a gay-friendly bar. She was at the pool table with her friend, another trans woman who was very shy, skinny and quiet and wearing bland, loose fitting clothes. Total opposite of Monica who was loud, brash and pushy and wearing a dark red tight cotton dress that only went about halfway up her thigh, along with leather boots & jacket and big hoop earrings. There was another guy there who was apparently set up with the shy girl: he was a tall, pudgy bald dude who didn’t talk much either
[Group] I went to a gangbang [MFMF]
30M I went to a gangbang
In my country there a few clubs where they organise gangbangs.
This is a story from a few years ago, I will post more stories if people appreciate.
I am sorry for typos
This the story from my first visit.
I went there alone, paid the entrance and undressed myself except my boxers..
The girls were paid girls and a few couples.
I went to the bar where a few girls where sitting and drinking together with a few men.
I was early so there was not so much action.
The first girl, about 38 years old, nice boobs, went to a mattress and I followed her.
She was with a men, who started to fuck her but came very quickly.
After he was finished, I went over there and I greeted her and she takes of my underwear and starts to suck my dick. Nice and deep, really great. As I didn’t come in a while, I know I wouldn’t last too long, so I asked her to fuck her. I laid down on the matress, she put the condom and she starts to ride me… a few minutes later I came ;-)
Getting Over Samantha [MM] [M/Fdom] [pegging] [bisexual] [transgender] [fiction]
###Chapter 1 of 6
Secrets don’t stay hidden. And secret habits are revealed more quickly. Why? Because they’re habits. You do them over and over again. The more you do them, the more chances there are of your getting caught.
Russell got caught. Worst of all, it was his best friend, confidante and secret crush, Samantha, who found the proverbial smoking gun.
They were at a young adults meeting at church when she needed to make a call, but realized she had left her phone at home, so she borrowed Russell’s phone. He had given it to her without hesitation, not realizing that this was one of those rare times when he had not, as a precaution, logged out of his Reddit account via which he browsed for porn and commented on all manner of sexual imagery and smut. He also posted a few of his own dick pics and link-shared porn videos and photos to several subreddits.
The Teacher’s Emo Slut [MF] [Teen] [Teacher] [Kissing] [Creampie] [Drugs] [Older man, younger woman]
Abbie grabbed her tits through her tight blue dress, giving them a squeeze. She turned, staring at the curve of her ass in the mirror and the shape of her legs in her heels. Her forearms were covered in bracelets and bands. She had a nose and lip piercing, eyes cast with dark mascara, short, messy hair coming to her shoulders and freshly dyed black. Even though the school had warned her, she wore fishnet leggings anyway. What, were they going to kick her out? Her senior year?
She could hear the music bumping through the hallway. This year’s prom theme was “Under the Sea,” which was the same theme it had been last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. The student committees never got much more creative with their ideas. Abbie was alone in the bathroom; the other girls having rushed back to the dance floor.
For some, being a senior without a date to the prom was embarrassing. To make it through four years of bullshit only to not get *someone* to pretend to like you for a night? Seemed pathetic. Abbie was fine with it. Her best friend, a tall, lanky goth dude named Brian, had asked her to go as friends, but he insisted on wearing his “tail,” so she shot him down. He was a little *too* eccentric, even for her. And for rural Minnesota, Abbie was already too weird.
Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 2 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]
**—2—**
The torture room is cleaned. There is still blood spatter here and there, but, thankfully, the vomit has been scrubbed away. My torture devices have been cleaned and put back, shining, onto the tool shelves. I took off my blood-soaked clothes and put on a comfortable emerald silk robe.
James, Susie, and Sarah are brought in. Their feet and hands are in shackles.
“Hello there,” I say pleasantly.
“It is a pleasure to see you, merciful Goddess,” James replies. His sisters bow to me. I burst out laughing.
“Merciful? I don’t think so.”
“Forgive me, Goddess,” James bows.
“Maybe I will,” I say quietly. I take a long look at him. He is watching me nervously. Susie looks at me too, but then her eyes dart around the room and take in the blood stains and the tools on my tool bench. Sarah on the other hand stares straight at me. Her expression is that of determination – and awe? Interesting…
“Do you know what you are here for,” I address James while still eyeing Sarah.
He hesitates. “To please you in any way we can, Goddess,” he replies finally. I like that reply.
Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 3 and Part 4 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]
**—3—**
Turning someone into a vampire is not a simple matter of swapping blood. There has to be intent. There also has to be actual death involved. So in order to make a vampire, I have to drink the subject, I have to give him or her my blood, and I have to kill them, all while wanting the turning to happen. I can break their necks, or shoot them, or hang them – it doesn’t matter, really – but the simplest and neatest way to do this is to just drain them of their blood.
If you don’t kill the subject, but follow all the other steps – with intent – then there still will be a transformation, but what you will end up with is a ghoul, not a full vampire. Ghouls also need blood to survive, but they don’t get all the perks the vampires do. They don’t grow sharp retractable incisors, they don’t have our mesmerism or superstrength, and the aversion-to-sun cure doesn’t actually work on them. Their minds also cannot really handle the blood thirst, and they lose their sanity very rapidly. All in all, ghouls are an unnecessary mess. Very few vampires keep them around. We are allowed to create as many as we want as they usually die out within a few months, but we usually have no reason to. (This is unlike making new vampires, where we have to request permission from the vampire lords, and may not get one for several decades. And yes, we do have vampire lords – they are in charge of running our vampire utopia.)
Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 1 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]
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*This is my beautiful show*
*And everything is shot in slow motion*
*-*Marilyn Manson, “*Slo-mo-tion*”
My name is Lucie. I was nineteen years old when I died.
My maker’s name was Valentine – a cliche name, for sure, but vampires who began their un-life in the nineties and early two thousands tended to go for these. Vlad, Lestat, Spike, Kraven – pop-culture galore. I’m not judging; these names make more sense than using their given names. Vampire Bob? No way.
My maker shouldn’t really concern you though. He’s dead. I killed him while I was riding him, right at the moment when he came inside of me. He turned into a pile of ash, and I finished myself off with the handle of the stake I used to kill him. I rubbed his ash all over my body. It was fun.
What should concern you is this: in the mid-nineties, a cabal of more progressive vampires began researching something that would change the world forever – a cure to our aversion to sun. The cure involved some breeding programs, gene alteration, and magic. They would breed humans to birth genetically altered babies, and these babies would be turned when they reached an appropriate age. They thought that these progenies would take care of them. But we – for I was one of them – were an ungrateful bunch.