[M] [F] [M-solo] [F-solo] [exhib] [piss] [preg] The bedroom window

I was horny. Of that level of horny that a woman only reaches twice a month: when her period starts, and when she is ovulating. Tonight, for me, it was ovulation. I was at my most fertile, and at my most horny.

I had spent all day at work trying to scratch that itch, by reading erotica on my phone, by letting my thighs gently squeeze and rub, but all to no avail. The more I sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, the more I craved. I was a bottomless pit of sexual desire that day.

When I finally made it home at the end of the day, it’s as if I was on autopilot, as if my vagina had a mind of its own, and it had taken control of the rest of my body.

I went upstairs to the bedroom, shut the door behind me, and… opened the window to my bedroom. I pulled back the blinds, and opened the window as wide as I could. I laid down on the bed, and took all my clothes off. I let my hands wander all over my naked body. I felt smooth as silk, my hands perfectly cupping my petite breasts, my fingers tickling my hips, and finally reaching the little patch of hair on my pubes. I didn’t like the nude look, but I was a well kempt lady and for heaven’s sake, my vagina was too!

[MF] [rapey] [preg] The 12th baby

11 children have been born in Antarctica. This was the most amusing and yet useless piece of trivia the mission leader handed out before letting us on the ship to the base camp. “Bring your condoms. Don’t be a statistic” he told us.

I had no such problem. I was a virgin. I had kissed. I had dated. I had touched dick and my lady bits had received oral love. But, never a man’s dick had found its way inside of me. I remained as pure as the day of my birth. And I definitely had no plan to change that in the coldest place on Earth.

It was no particular religious or moral reason. The timing had never felt right. And, now, in my mid twenties, I was one of the youngest scientists ever to set foot at the South Pole. I would spend the next year there, busy in a research on how plants cope with extreme thermal variations. Global warming, or climate change as the cool kids say these days, would mean more and more extremes. We wanted to be ready.

[MF] [interracial] [piss] [preg] The shower

Damien had never left his little hometown on the Montana Hi-Line. Not until moving to Chicago. He was eager to discover the world, to learn all about the future – and maybe even to help shape it.

Lara was born right there, a few miles from the bean, the daughter of African immigrants. Of her family’s homeland, she retained the majestic beauty, as if Wakanda had crafted itself a Queen for all time.

They were the most unlikely roommates ever to be paired, and yet a few Craigslist disappointments and a couple beers later, here they were, sharing a small two bedroom apartment in downtown Chicago.

Despite all odds, they blended to perfection. He was willing to try almost anything, to learn all that the city lights had to offer at night, and she had finally moved out of her parents’ home, and craved nothing more than a partner in crime. And yet one thing was clearly missing from their lives. They were both single, unable to find their missing piece of the puzzle.

When she says she’s sore. [MF] [HandJob] [Massage] [Seduce] [Romance] [Impregnation]

So, I finally got up the courage to ask my friend out, she said no, sigh……but even so, I am still going to have dirty dreams of her? and this one is my latest. Hope you enjoy it and please, feel free to have as many orgasms ? as you want when reading my work, it would be the greatest compliment you could give me ?
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I walk into the office on this, a day just as any other day and she is there, my light, my muse, my beautiful little dirty dream, sitting at the desk, the click of her typing away on the keyboard filing the office.

“Morning,” I say, smiling and making my way to my desk.

She offers me a kind smile, though it looks a bit strained and replies. “Morning,” she says in her sweet voice.

I look at her as I take a seat at my desk, her smile gives me pause and something in the tone of her voice makes me take notice. “Are you okay?” I ask.

She nods her head. “Yes, I’m okay.” It seems she wants to reassure me but I notice how pale her face looks and the bags under her eyes.

[MF] [cheat] [preg] [Fdom] The fertility clinic

We had tried for months. But eventually, “it’s going to happen” became “will it ever happen?” and then “let’s talk to a doctor” and then, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you will never have a child without medical help. I can point you to a clinic. They’re good”.

And here we are. Or at least, here I am today. It’s the day I “drop my sample off”. Which is fancy medical jargon for “I jerk off and hand the container off to a …” … well, to a beautiful lady with the mane of a lioness and the eyes of a tiger, it seems after all.

My wife couldn’t make it. I don’t know if she truly was “stuck at work, important meeting, I have seen it all, it’s not like they don’t have magazines for you, why do you need me there anyway?” or if she just isn’t quite ready to accept the reality, and is trying to escape it. But that’s a discussion for another day.

Oh well, “hi, Doug Durban, here to drop a sample”, I say as I smile at you and try to avoid feeling the awkwardness of the entire situation.

The Tribe [Cuckold] [Cheating] [Con NonCon] [mF] [Anal] [Interracial] [Breeding] [Polygamy] [Drugs] [Alcohol] [Fsub] [Mdom] [Oral] [Preg] [Voy] [Swing] [Incest]

[Another prologue tester / teaser opener with similar intentions to “Unexpected Falling Out”, with the reason for opening a second one to give me the option to switch between writing the two and not falling into the boredom / writer block trap of the series and refreshing my mind.]

It was another humid rainy day deep in the middle of the Amazon Rainforests of Brazil. He was right then in the middle of being part of a unique tribal expedition together with his team on day two of their journey. It was most fortunate, that he and his team were on standby that fateful day he recalled. Thinking to himself he and his team were extremely lucky, even as they rested for the night under makeshift tents made in the middle of the rain. They were all just resting in the lounge area at the Institute of Tribal Studies when the call came that day.

The call was from their local branch in Brazil that had just informed them of the potential discovery of an unknown and possibly forgotten tribe! Apparently a local Brazilian explorer was charting the area when he stumbled across it, coming back after to inform the local branch of it.

I’m a cuck [str8] [MF] [cuck] [huml] [preg] [voy]

The doorbell rang and I took a deep, calming breath. I think I was more nervous than my wife was, that day. MY wife was still in the bedroom getting ready, so I got up and went to the door, looking through the peephole. It’s exactly who I thought it would be, so I opened the door and greeted our guest. “Hello!” I said, a bit too enthusiastically, and the man jumped for a moment.

“Uh, hey.” The guy said, looking past me and into the house, “I think I might have the wrong house.” He was a large black man, maybe 6’6’’ with short hair. He seemed to be uncomfortable in our well-to-do neighborhood, and shifted his feet nervously.

“Nope. This is the place!” I put out my hand and he took it, shaking, and I let him into the house. Closing the door behind me, I ran ahead of him to the bedroom and knocked on the door, “Oh honey! Our guest is here!”

I heard several things fall over in the bedroom, it sounded like makeup or whatever other things she keeps in our en suite, and heard her stutter out “One second!”I turned and rolled my eyes at the guest “women” I mouthed and made my way to the kitchen.

[MF] [str8] [drugs] [cnc] [mildly preg] The bad part of town

College life can be as exciting as you make it. But, as we got off our bus, I honestly had no idea why my friend Rob thought that we needed the kind of excitement that one can find in the Numbers. It was the shady, seedy, outright dangerous even, part of Portland. And which so much life to enjoy everywhere else in town, we were just walking around it. “Chill man”, he reassured me, “I know where we’re going. I know people. They have a party tonight. It’s gonna be lit”.

“Dude”, I retorted, “they have parties everywhere”
“Yeah but this one is crazy shit man. All kinds of stuff floating”
“Stuff? What stu…” I started asking, before my own brain forgot its fear, worked for barely a moment, and connected the dots. Drugs. Rob was hoping to score drugs.

“That stuff is fucked up man” I told him. “Weed is fine, but if you’re talking real shit, that will fuck you up, you know?”
“Oh come on dude, just for tonight. Stick with me. It will be good, I promise”

[MF] [inc] [preg] [ds fdom] “Am I pretty?” (Part 2)

I don’t think I had realized how much of a willful force of nature Blair was. Not until she had walked through the door to my house. It was the first time in over 20 years that we were under the same roof. And it took her but a few minutes to settle down and take moral ownership of the premises.

She made it clear that she would stay for about a week, maybe a bit more. I don’t know why but I had somehow convinced myself that she would drive from California to Kansas, have dinner with me, and then drive back the very same day. Of course that wasn’t happening.

In the last two days she had cleaned up the house (“I just can’t deal with your man cave mess” she blurted, before starting to move stuff around no questions asked), she had taken me to the nicest restaurant in town, got the entire story of my life since I had left her mother and her, and now she was proudly announcing that she had made a home-cooked Italian meal. “One of my clients is of Italian origin and he is always trying to lure me in with recipes”.
“Well, do you like him?”, I asked
“No, don’t be silly Stephen. Desperation is not attractive. And he is desperate. Rich, but desperate”

Taking More Than Just Anna Kendrick’s Jewels [Rape] [Impregnation] [Celebrity]

****** MASSIVE DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fiction and does not promote nor condone any type of real-life rape or non-consensual encounters. This is a fictitious hypothetical fantasy scenario that is not intended to be acted out in real life by anyone or have ANY real-life implications. Any resemblance whatsoever to past, present, or future real-life events is purely coincidental. This story carries no real-life intent or plans or any of that sort. It is a work of pure isolated fiction, and its writer shall assume no responsibility or liability in the unlikely event of any inappropriate actions of any readers. It is hereby expressly declared, that this story is intended solely for private enjoyment within the confines of one’s own imagination. ******

*[Credit: This story was heavily inspired by a piece of work by TheBigLove126, posted* [*here.*](http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=6799) *Certain elements and portions are heavily borrowed from that story. He did a great job and it’s an amazing story by itself, but I thought I would build upon it, put my own spin on it and improve on it while taking out the age-play stuff, which wasn’t my cup of tea.*

# Context/Setting the Stage