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The Incubus Senator (MF) (oral)

Chapter 1

The dark haired senator slid his hands under her skirt, used his strong hands to firmly grab her ass, and carried her onto her desk, displacing her stacks of papers. She felt weightless as she flew through the air, as if carrying her was effortless for him. He kissed her assertively, one hand behind her head, pulling her closer to him. Her desire burned hotter than it ever had.

The man was Seth deGrom, the junior senator from Wisconsin. He was the cliche image of a perfect man. Tall, dark, handsome; piercing, hypnotic blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a lean, strong physique. His hair was dark as night, and always perfectly in place, like a good politician. His lips were nearly equal to his eyes in their ability to lure in the opposite sex. They were full, plump, and seemed magnetic to the pleasure zones of influential women. Seth’s dark five o’clock shadow felt rough on her delicate skin.

The Quest Part 2[non-con][femdom][FMF][BDSM][FANTASY]

Dane faded in and out of consciousness, the pain in his wrists and waking him occasionally, and exhaustion pulling him back into the darkness again. After a couple of hours, Dane found his eyelids drifting open. Once he remembered where he was, his eyes scanned the cave where he was being held, looking out for the tribe of Tolips that had captured him. When he saw no sign of the tribe of monstrous creatures that were keeping him in captivity, he was startled by a feminine voice which echoed through the cavern.

“I think he is awake! Look, yes, he’s conscious, perhaps he is well enough to speak to us.” The voice was female, and sounded human, but Dane’s vision was blurred by his intense exhaustion, and he blinked hard and tried to focus to make out the figure in green that emerged from the rocky doorway. “Yes, he is definitely awake. Can you hear me, sir? Are you alright?”

“I-cough-uh, I… who are you?” He choked, his voice hoarse from screaming. Soon, Dane’s vision cleared, and he looked at the woman who stood before him. Read more »

Log Cabin Part 1 [mf] [oral] [rough] [orgasm]

The fire crackled beside me, in a beautiful, roaring fireplace. Everything was so clear. Every sensation is in hyper drive right now. I drew in a deep breath and looked down at this beautiful man between my thighs. He somehow knows how to push my every button, make me tingle with pleasure. As he slowly and gently pulled my panties to the side to reveal my soft pink pussy, already dripping wet, I felt goosebumps appear all over my naked body. I want him so badly.

He slowly pulls my panties all the way off and gently but forcefully gets on top of me, kissing my neck and making his way down. Teasing my nipples until they’re hard and making my body squirm while kissing down my stomach, slowly making his way to my pussy. He stops, and gives me a sexy smirk before diving his warm tongue deep inside of me. I gasp and grab the back of his head, pushing him even further inside of me, while he teases my clit with a single finger. At this point I’m practically begging this man to make me his slave. To fuck me for however long he pleases. Read more »

The Young One

By now I’ve realized that I really like chiseled jawlines, because that is the first thing I noticed about him. He was young, a full ten years younger than me. The young ones aren’t usually that good due to lack of experience, and maybe too much porn. But he was so cute that I couldn’t resist. Tan, beautiful brown eyes, a gorgeous smile, dark brown hair, and TALL. At 6’4”, his height was the second thing I noticed. He was neither skinny nor fat, and had played basketball at a small Midwestern college, so he was in decent shape. I swiped right, and it was an immediate match. I don’t usually send the first message, but for this one, I did.

His sense of humor was right in line with mine (what does it say about me that I have the mind of a 23-year-old guy!?). What can I say: sarcasm, Nic Cage gifs, and sexual banter get me going. We agreed to meet up for a drink at my favorite watering hole. Read more »

Mollie’s after-school meeting [MF] [Cheating] [Schoolgirl] [Oral] [Blowjob] [Older man/Younger woman] [Dom/Sub]

Mollie always loved those few seconds between when she knocked on the front door and the man who lived within answered. There was that tingling apprehension she felt deep in her stomach – the sense she always had that what she was doing was incredibly naughty – coupled with the raw excitement of knowing exactly how much fun she was going to have over the course of the next few hours. It was in those few seconds that the tension that had been building over the prior weeks finally reached its peak, and she found she always a deep urge to turn and run away, but always too late – by the time she’d talked herself out of it, the door was wide open and she was being invited in.

She’d had plenty of meets like this before. They were easy to arrange really – a quick post in the right forum using the right kind of language and suddenly her inbox was flooded with messages from all sorts of men wanting all sorts of things. The hardest part was finding the right one, and some early disappointments had taught her what the good indications (and crucially, the red flags) were. Mollie knew what she was looking for anyway: taller, stronger, older men who were happy to just take what they wanted from her and then leave her alone. No strings, no fuss, no awkward cuddles with a stranger. And no man was going to turn down a blonde, 18 year old schoolgirl offering to come round. Read more »

Michael

His head felt strange between my hands, between my thighs. Like it wasn’t meant to be in my grasp or near my body. No hair to pull. Nothing to anchor myself with. It wasn’t necessarily disappointing because I’d never once thought about receiving oral from a bald man. I had no expectations. But it felt wrong. Not naughty. Just wrong. It wasn’t just his lack of hair though. It was his smell. Like warm butter and bleach. I couldn’t take it. I felt my stomach churn.
“Just fuck me.” I whispered.
The closer he was to cumming the closer he would be to leaving.
He scrambled out of his boxers, revealing a soft penis and long, thin tube inserted into his left thigh.
I must have been staring for too long.
“It’s my insulin pump.” He quickly explained.
That accounted for half of his smell. Like a hospital. Unsettlingly sterile.
His hand engulfed his flaccid cock as he proceeded to stroke himself.
I was baffled watching this stranger attempt to give himself an erection that we both knew would never come.
I could see his frustration reach a boiling point and after less than 15 seconds he gave up, shoving his floppy flesh inside of me with what I can only describe as sheer willpower. He managed to thrust a few times before coming to the realization that this was not a mission he could accomplish.
In my head I let out a massive sigh of relief.
“Hey, it’s fine. I don’t mind if you can’t. I just like feeing you against me.” I sounded so convincing I almost fooled myself. I wanted to scream and beg for him to leave.
He stared down at the bed for a moment.
“Did it not feel good when I was eating you out?”
I didn’t even know how to respond to his question.
“I only went down on you for a minute before you wanted me to fuck you.”
I couldn’t answer truthfully.
“It felt amazing.”
He laid down next to me.
“I could have settled in for another hour.”
Please don’t. Put your clothes on and go.
“I have to get up really early tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it.” Was that too obvious? Was it too subtle?
He seemed to take the hint and stood up to gather his clothes.
Hurry. Hurry.
He looked up at me as he pulled up his cargo shorts and with a cocky grin he chuckled.
“So this was a booty call? You just want me for my dick.” His lack of sarcasm rubbed me the wrong way and I realized he was being serious.
Never again, I told myself. Read more »

Mother Daughter Bonding (MFF)

I’d gone over to visit Allison a couple times in the following weeks. Not that I had stopped fucking her mother, Alice, Allison knew and would ask if I was taking care of her mother. They seemed close, but I was the first guy they both had slept with. There was this curious fascination that I was getting the other off and talking about me pleasing the other would get them wet and ready to fuck.

I smiled as this line of thinking had once again caused a tightness in my pants, just moments before I got to Allison. She’ll be excited how ready to go I am, I thought as I knocked on her door.

“Hey,” Allison answered, batting her eyes seductively. Her free hand found my chest to invite me in, before gently sliding down and finding my excitement heavily tenting my joggers.
“Must be happy to see me!” She teased.
“Very. You treat it so well.”
“Better than my mom? I bet she is a pro.”

I slid an arm around her little hips and drew her close. “You are my wet, little college slut though.” She moaned lightly, leaning in to kiss me. We found our way to the couch, I grabbed her thigh right below her shorts. Read more »

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 3 (MF) (Oral)

Weeks pass. Anna settles into her new roles both professionally and sexually. Her body adjusts to new experiences and new pleasures. Her mind adjusts to having her needs thought of and satisfied. She concerns herself less and less with her husband as she dives fully into the life of an on call slut, determined to satisfy all of her master’s desires.

One night she is at home. It’s late. She is in bed with her husband. Her phone vibrates. It’s him. He has never contacted her after business hours before, knowing her husband might see and ask questions. What could be so urgent that he would cross that line? Surely he can’t be expecting her to come service him at this time of night? Though the thought of sneaking out for a late night rendezvous excites Anna enough to get her wet and blushing.

Anna gets out of bed and leaves the room, hiding her phone as if it is something she shouldn’t have. When she is sure the coast is clear she reads. “Anna, be sure to wear something that can easily be removed tomorrow. Have a good night.” Read more »

Escape Part 2 of 3 M/F Cybersex

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Over the next several weeks, my contact with Red Hott increased. We were chatting every night. As I grew closer to her, the distance between my girlfriend and me widened. Soon, it seemed I was spending all of my spare time chatting with Red.

We grew very close. We shared things with each other that we could not share with our partners. We discussed how distant they seem to have become and how our sex lives were effectively dead. We began talking about what we liked in sex partners, favorite positions, etc. The ability to hide behind our screen names made it easy.

I looked forward to chatting with her. The more I came to know about her, the more I became attracted to her. I was ready to take the next step in our cyber-relationship, but didn’t know how. Fortunately, she did.

One night when I signed on, the chat window immediately popped up.

Red Hott: Hiya stud. You wanna mind fuck?

Hard Rider: hi… damn are you horny or what?

Red Hott: Yes, and I’m horny for you. I’ve been waiting for you to ‘come up’ tonight. ;-) Read more »

Daisy in the Dirt, A Punk Rock Sex Story [MF] [Oral] [PunkAF]

“Bro, you heading over to Geezer’s later?”

“Yeah man, haven’t seen The Dirt Stars in a minute.”

“Bro, that chick singer though. Daaaaaaamn.”

“Haha! Yes, she’s attractive, but I mean, they’re a good band regardless of the singer’s physical attractiveness.”

“Haha, whatever bro, you know you want that!”

“Alright Bret, calm down, man.” I said with a chuckle.

There was about an hour left of work. Me and Bret work in technical support at the same office, and also hang out in the same circles. He’s kind of a douche on the surface, but what can I say, the guy knows how to have fun. We were supposed to be working, but we spent the last hour shooting the shit and watching YouTube videos. It was a slow week, and the support calls weren’t coming in. Summer Fridays are pretty sweet sometimes.

The Dirt Stars are a local punk band. They’ve been around for a few years, and I know a couple of the guys in the band, plus Daisy, the lead singer. I was in a band with their bass player and drummer. We were called The Moldy Takeout Containers. We were good, but we broke up pretty quickly over creative differences. Things were amicable though, and we still hung out from time to time. Read more »