Consensual Non-consent [MF, bd,Mdom,nc]

“Please!”
“No!”
“Pleeeease!”

I sigh. My girlfriend, a skinny 5’2, looks at me with wide pleading eyes. She’s dark haired, dark skinned. Half persian, half swedish. A bombshell.
“Katy I’m not raping you in the bathroom!”
“Other couples have quickies in the bathroom!”
“Other couples couples can have sex without handcuffs!”
“Please! It’s been days. You’re so good at it! I don’t care if you hurt me a little, I need it…”

I sigh. It had been days. With Katy’s friends staying over, we hadn’t wanted to risk one of them bursting through the bedroom door or calling 911. But now they were on the other side of the house, and the bathroom was large, and surrounded by thick walls… Katy was smiling now.

“My eyes are up here Katy”

“Is that a yes?” – She’s not speaking to my face. One finger traces a long path along the denim of my jeans. I can only groan in assent. Read more »

Café [MF][oral, nc,]

Every day starts off the same for me. I wake up board and hard. I roll out of bed to make my way to the shower, passing my wife, I reach out for a grope, which usually ends with a dirty look. After my morning rituals and a quick kiss goodbye I head off to work. The next stop is the corporate café. Here I can get my morning coffee and oatmeal before the day begins. I am sure I can save a few bucks by bringing them from home, but I like to joke around with the café manager.

Linda is not what I would normally hit on, or even look at, when it comes to women. She is shorter, has the typical mid-thirties mom belly and a flat ass. I can’t even say that she has an above average face, because she doesn’t. I guess the only thing that does make me enjoy the morning comradery is her personality and possibly her bigger chest. Read more »

Solo Road Trip for a Horny Mom. Thank You Horny Trucker. [m/f]

What wild weekend. It started Friday when I was contacted by my stepson who is a Marine at Camp Lejeune in Jacksonville, NC. He was having a bunch of car trouble and pleaded with me to bring him his motorcycle on our trailer now that the weather was becoming much warmer. Erick was away at Air Force reserves drill this weekend in Charleston so I was left to make up my mind on how good of a stepmom I was willing to be. I decided sure why not.

So Saturday morning I hooked the trailer to my Honda Odyssey, got my neighbor to help me push the motorcycle onto it, hauled my younger boys over to my mother-in-laws and took off across I-40 for the long drive to Jacksonville. I’ll admit as soon as passed over Black Mtn and down the to the flat boring part of the drive my mind began to wander. I was thinking of the hot cock I blew just two nights before as part of my Uber driving. A hot young business guy with a long hard cock I bobbed on for much longer than I usually do, savoring it. Read more »

Trigger warning: rape. (consensual rape) Satisfying her rape fantasy…

I went through a phase. My manwhore phase. Sex was a single minded goal for a couple years and there’s a whoooole lot to write about. This story begins a series of fantastic, destructive, mind-blowing, pornstar-like adventures with my friend Karen. These are all from 2011-2012, so my memory is a bit fuzzy but I am writing it all as best I can remember. There was a blog we both chronicled things in as we played, but when we imploded (as any relationship as intense and wild as this is bound to do) she held the admin keys and locked it up.

All events are written as best I can recall, slight embellishment aside, and are true as can be. Feel free to ask questions, or comments, or encourage the next in the series if I forget to update with a new story periodically. Maybe I can give u/Ironman2000 a run for his money on here! ;) Read more »

A submissive squirter (M/F)

This story goes a few years back with an older woman I met online. I admit she is one of the few people I never "got" and to this day I can only speculate what the scene was about. I had just moved to North Carolina and was having a hard time with my new sexual lull. Back home I had a good number of friends or places I could frequent for lovers but in NC I was drawing blanks. My charm and looks just didn't fly down here so I started to date and seek lovers online.

I met Stacey (not her real name) through okcupid or craigslist. She was 15 years older than me, had beautiful curly red hair, creamy skin and a body that showed her careful devotion to yoga and healthy eating. Like me she was from the northeast and had a powerful laugh that paid no attention to anyone around her. I took her to dinner and thoroughly enjoyed her company. Quite honestly I thought I was going nowhere but it turns out I used a few choice words with her that raised her eyebrows and shifted me over to potential lover status. In my joking ways I talked about spanking her for some sarcastic comment she made which she seemed to love. Read more »

Dark Night [MF][Mdom][nc][Fsub]

He watched her sidle up to the bar to pay her tab, gazing at her as she carefully rifled through her oversized purse to find her wallet. He had been watching her since she came in, almost an hour before, and they were the last two people left at this point. She had come in and immediately headed for the bar. At first it had appeared as though she was there to meet someone, and she had looked around the bar for awhile before settling down and ordering a drink. When he realized that she was waiting for someone he had almost given up, but when it became apparent that she was alone his interest was refreshed. He watched her with the hungry gaze of a predator on the hunt. He followed her movements as she paid her tab and headed out the door with an intensity that might have frightened her had she noticed, waiting only a moment before he followed her example. Read more »

“In the Garden of the Erotes, Vol. I” [Erotic Short-Story Collection]

"Black Coffee, White Milk"

Part One

Part Two

Part Three (Coming Soon)

Part Four (Coming Soon)

Tags: Adultery, BDSM, Black Female, Coed, Domination, Fetish, Raceplay, Surprise, White Male.

Before a dreaded Monday morning meeting, an executive-type kills the time by telling a story from back in the day, about a particularly "racy" encounter he had with a young secretary, which had unforeseen consciences…

This story serves as a thematic follow-up to "An Invitation to Dinner". It is written entirely in monologue, using the perspective of a one-way conversation. Both this and "A Disappearance at Bear Lake" are attempts to write erotica using narrative conceits I haven't tried before. In the latter case, that meant an epistolary style I found particularly fun to play with, regardless of the results.

"Breaking the Doldrums"

Part One (Coming Soon)

Part Two (Also Coming Soon)

Tags: TBD

A young man experiencing a doldrum in his life meets an older woman, who’s spontaneity allows him to shake off his Winter blues. Read more »

“A Disappearance at Bear Lake #2” [MFf, BDSM, NC]

Chapter Two: Off the Record

The following is a series of diary fragments, retrieved from the fireplace by Rick Summers, prior to his divorce. This is where the off the record story starts…

It’s evident from looking at the torn pages that some attempt was made by Mrs. Summers to dispose of her diary pages in the fireplace, but she was clearly unsuccessful. Accounts given by the cleaning lady suggest Mrs. Summers had began consuming multiple bottles of red wine a night at the time, which could explain her seeming incompetence.

No dates are present on any of the fragments, making it difficult to determine their chronological order. I’ve made the most educated guess I possibly could.

Diary Fragment, One of Eight:

—dreamt about him again last night. ~~Always that fireplac~~ During the day, I try my hardest to not remember what happened to us. ~~in that cab~~ But it’s an impossible task.

Rick has started asking questions. He dropped a plate last night and I screamed out loud. It was the sound that got me, like a whip being cracked. It was like I'd turn around and there he'd be, standing right behind me. Read more »

“A Disappearance at Bear Lake #1” [MFf, BDSM, NC]

Author's Note…

This is epistolary story, in the tradition of Stephen King's Carrie or Bram Stoker's Dracula. I'd understand if few readers thought it was worth while to wade through such an unusual format of story-telling just to get their rocks off; but for those of you who are looking for a more elaborate and involved sort of story, I hope this is an unexpected breath of fresh air. (Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated; nothing is too nit-picky.)

Chapter One: 'On the Record'

What follows is a partial transcript, taken from an interview conducted with Mrs. Summers. It was intended to be used in the television-show The Day I Nearly Died, but unfortunately, the episode in question was finished just prior to the show’s cancelation. Subsequently, it never aired.

The final edit of the episode is available online, however — for those diligent and tech-savy enough to find it. It’s not terribly remarkable and certainly does not convey the truth of Betty Summers’s harrowing story.

Elly at the Farm [str8][nc][huml][bd][Mdom][fsub]

Elly was driving home after visiting with her boyfriend for the evening. She’d left a little later than she’d have liked since she had to be up early for class in the morning, so she was looking forward to getting home. As she turned onto another street, she could see red and blue lights flashing just ahead, and a small line of cars stopped at a police check-point. “Great,” she thought, “I really don’t need this right now.”

A large, powerful looking officer approached her vehicle and she rolled down the window. He bent over to speak to her, and she glimpsed “Ricks” on his nametag. “Good evening,” the officer said in a deep voice. “License and registration, please.” Elly was nervous. She had only just received her learner’s permit and she was just past curfew for driving alone. She fumbled with her purse and the glove box and retrieved the documents for the officer.

“Elizabeth Banson. Age: 17. Eyes: Green. Hair: Red. Height: 5-5,” Ricks read aloud, pausing between each statistic as if considering them for some reason. “It seems you’re past your curfew, young lady,” Ricks accused. Read more »