Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 2 [FF][Sex][Mast][Exh][Huml][FDom][NC][Magic]

**Chapter 3: History or Herstory?**

Sabina’s morning class was Early American History, colonization stuff covering everything from Canada to the Caribbean. It was interesting to hear the human side of the story, though the witches knew there was a lot more magic behind the scenes that made the lands inhabitable by Westerners. The indigenous people had strong magic, but they made some bad deals with the spirits of the world, many of them becoming corrupted, and the humans only exacerbated that with their introduction of technology and things like iron and steel.

She sat in the third row. It gave her good line of sight to the exits, not that she was ever that worried about threats at the school, but a little safety went a long way. Her friend Vera dropped down in the seat next to her.

“Nice top.” Vera said.

“Thanks.” Sabina said, straightening it a bit.

“You know you can see your bra through that.” Vera added.

“But not my tits, right? Just cleavage?” Sabina asked, cupping her bare breasts through the sheer fabric to convey the illusion.

“Well, no, of course not. I’d let you know if that was the case…after I enjoyed the view.” She grinned.

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The dishwasher is running downstairs, dinner finished fifteen minutes ago. Our daughter has gone to bed. Janet and I hurry to our bedroom to enjoy ourselves as we do every night.

“Hmmm,” I think as I finally strip off my vanilla taupe business jacket and skirt, “what can we do that’s fresh and different?” Janet is also getting naked fast, a cute smile of anticipation on her lips…. OK… a leering grin of lust… but I think it’s cute. I toss my blouse, bra, panties, and hose carelessly on a chair not thinking about that much at all.

Walking to our dresser, I dig around in our drawer of metal restraints. “Ah ha!,” I think, “this will be great!” I gather a dozen pairs of handcuffs, her best stainless steel collar, and a lovely chromed leash. Between her collection and mine, we must own two hundred pounds of chain, locks, cuffs, and all sorts of perverse toys scattered around our home everywhere except where our daughter can find them.

Jan is already kneeling in the center of our bed. Her eyes widen watching me approach with about twenty pounds of metal in my hands.

The Profile, Part Six [F]

# The Profile, Part Six

As the girls get ready for breakfast, Baylee has a shower…

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9lgpvo/the_profile_part_one/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9lgpvo/the_profile_part_one/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9nqyuo/the_profile_part_two/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9nqyuo/the_profile_part_two/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9qcs3m/the_profile_part_three/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9qcs3m/the_profile_part_three/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9sbfxr/the_profile_part_four_ff/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9sbfxr/the_profile_part_four_ff/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9u2bjx/the_profile_part_five_fff/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9u2bjx/the_profile_part_five_fff/)

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Back in Melissa’s room, things had calmed down a bit and Baylee had returned to stroking Melissa’s hair while she lay content in her lap.

It was Melissa who finally broke the silence.

“Well that was…” she started. She didn’t know how to finish the sentence. She wanted to say *so hot, amazing, the best thing that’s ever happened,* but she couldn’t find the words. They just wouldn’t come out.

“I know,” said Baylee, “it was a huge mistake.”

Immediately, Melissa felt the familiar sting of tears forming in her eyes.

“What?” Her voice cracked as she said it, and a single tear welled up and rolled down her cheek onto Baylee’s leg.

“We shouldn’t have started with the bikini top,” said Baylee, “I mean we barely got any photos taken. Now we’ll have to spend all day tomorrow doing it, too.” She flashed a big, shit-eating grin.

In Honor of the Upcoming Elections: I’d just like to offer up an almost one-year-old story of mine:

I grabbed you by the pussy: only after you gave me permission, though. I’m no Yanker, babes, and I’m no monster; I was gentle with that THANG. I rubbed that kittie up-and-down: also side-to-side, like I’d do the feline one. Your cat won’t scratch or bite a nigga, though. (Hold up, let me back up a bit.) That there va-jay-jay of yours, it does bite. I bet that thang is a hybrid: a mix of Red Snapper, Gator, Alligator Snapping Turtle, Alligator Gar, and Snapple fruit drink: you’re sweet, too. OOMPH, OOMPH, OOMPH, girl: now, I really wanna grab your muff box, anybody looking? Can I just get a quick glimpse of it? I promise I’ll smother your derriere with my nasty face; I promise to manipulate your cunny patch with my evil presence. Afterward, I’ll testify against myself in court; I don’t give a damn. Just let this nigga gobble up your vaginal nectar. Let a brother’s tongue and cheeks run amuck down there: that place that you don’t let too many guys venture to (unless you’re a THOT). Even if you’re a bit promiscuous, don’t drop your head; this is America. It’s home to a cornucopia of folks. Do your THOTTIE thang, girl. Wave your flag; hold that bitch up high. I’ll be right by your side.

Shift Drink Fun!!! [MFF]

In 1993, Every girl in San Francisco was bi sexual.

The rock scene was wild. Grunge had exploded and San Francisco had a slew of great bands riding that wave. One of the better ones was 4 non blondes, an all lesbian grunge monster who ended up with a top 40 hit.
Every girl in town wanted to be them, to dress like them, to have sex the way they had sex! It was hot.

I was a rock and roll guy, worked at a huge club. Had a herd of female waitresses and bartenders working there. It was a great scenario for a single guy. All the girls were very attractive. San Francisco had a shortage of straight guys. Booze was free, and we all worked very long shifts together. All the rocker girls wanted to prove how wild they were. This story is about two of them.

They were both pretty wild. I was dating one of them fairly frequently. It was a loose arrangement, and we both were aware that the other was hooking up with other people. It was perfect for people like us, in a place like that!

Unwittingly fulfilling a MILF’s fantasy on holiday [FM]

I’ve been living vicariously through you guys for a while so I thought I’d chip in with a tale or two of my own. Had this throwaway for a while and as I’ve got a day off I’ll try to write this up … first time so excuse any mistakes. This happened a couple of years ago, and for those looking for a marathon shagging session I apologise in advance .. this is 95% build up.

I’m male, Scottish, mid to late forties and divorced. I have a school aged boy with split custody … a few days midweek and every other weekend, but the ex-wife had recently been away so I was owed a week to myself. It was getting into the dark, cold autumn nights and mornings and I fancied a few days in the sun before winter properly kicked in. Sand between my toes, sun on my shoulders, cold beers and no commute to worry about in the morning.

I mentioned this at a meeting with my managers on a Friday afternoon and they started reeling off dates I couldn’t go away as I was needed for this project and that event, so asked,

Cass [mf] [Ffm]

If you’re lucky, there are one or two encounters in your life where the sex is so awesome that just by thinking of it you can practically get off anywhere, anytime, no hands required. I’m a very lucky man, as I have a catalogue of more than a dozen of these times. But there’s one that stands out in my mind.

I met Cass in a Vermont coffee shop a few years ago and we became fast friends. She’s had a complicated life, (and that plays into this story a bit, so I mention it). When I met her she was recently divorced, free again, and back “home” for a while to lick her wounds and move on. We are in the same field and know a bunch of the same people, and go to many of the same professional events. Shortly after we met, though, she moved to Oakland, and I thought I’d not see her again.

More than a year passed before I found myself at a conference with her. Dinner ended with drinks, which ended with flirting, and that led to her inviting me up to her room. Cass is amazingly cute. Short, curvy, with an immensely warm hug, eyes that always smile, and pale with the kind of skin that flushes bright red whenever she’s embarrassed, tipsy, or amused.

My roommate and I gradually went from drinking buddies to fuck buddies, Part 4 (The finale) [MM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9tp8oi/my_roommate_and_i_gradually_went_from_drinking/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9tpbnl/my_roommate_and_i_gradually_went_from_drinking/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9tpern/my_roommate_and_i_gradually_went_from_drinking/)

**Part 4 – The Finale**

Want to create a digital erotic story magazine!

What would you guys think about stories being edited and formatted for a book format. Then put in a collection of erotic stories. Maybe even go as far as making different magazines for certain kinds of stories. Like all BDSM, all lesbian, etc. So if you have a certain taste, you can go straight to the magazine that has your interest.

The Neighborhood: Part 8 [MF][Mdom][Oral][Mast][ENF][Exh][Sex][Facial][MC][SciFi]

**Note:** Thank you all for the positive comments. This is a longer work, so the buildup is longer as well. Appreciate your patience.

**Chapter 13: Testing the System**

Back in his office, Colin went into to the database and looked up his wife. When he couldn’t find her at first, he realized, confirming his suspicions, that she’d already been enrolled. He had to backtrack to the date of their arrival. Sure enough, he managed to find a numbered ID that matched her general description, and when he unlocked it for viewing, he saw the picture of his wife he’d submitted after he’d accepted the job offer—something he thought was odd at the time. They didn’t have all the data on her yet, since she hadn’t been through a Fenris physical, but he saw that her bracelet was active. Her uptake ratio was eight successes to three hundred and six failures, well below average, but then he hadn’t been trying at all. He looked up Janelle next and saw that she was part of the excluded group, and most of her data was redacted. The same proved true when he looked up himself.