Alone For The Weekend [Incest] [F/d] [Non-Con]

*Gulp, gulp, gulp, and hold…*

My throat was burning from tonight’s hour-long session. Just like before, dad had waited till around midnight to sneak out of bed and enter my room. He brought the same long-sleeve shirt, tied it behind my back, before dragging me inside my closet just as before. It had been a few weeks now since this became a regular thing, sometimes he’d spend an hour, sometimes longer. It’s hard to accept how all those looks, awkwardly long hugs and inappropriate gropes were all leading up to such barefaced abuse. He was constantly pushing boundaries, and mom and I both just sort of allowed it. Whether I was to blame, or mom, or dad, who even knows at this point. Judging by the way he used me, it’s safe to assume he’d been wanting to do this for quite some time.

*Gulp, gulp, gulp, and hold again…*

As he wraps his hands around my hair and pulls me off, I plead for a break for as long as I can, and the stinging in my throat resurfaces from the touch of cold air. He grabs a shirt from the floor and wipes my face away. I can feel him fixing my hair again up to form a bun, and I’m left sobbing at the thought that he’s not nearly as done as I hoped he would be.

[F]Highschool Ex becomes [m]y FWB

Kirsty and I had dated in highschool. In many ways she was my first – the first girl I took home, first girl I got naked with, first girl I gave oral to, but we never had sex and she never did much with me. I guess that was my fault, as her first boyfriend, I should probably have taught her a bit more, but hindsight is a wonderful thing. Like most highschool couples we broke up, went our separate ways to university and lost touch.

A few years later we got chatting through Facebook. I’d been in a relationship which had hit a rocky patch and my then girlfriend and I had decided to have a break from each other to see how we felt. This was back in the day when FB started doing “Make the day better for ‘blah'” and Kirsty showed up, so I sent her a message just for a catch up really, I hadn’t spoken to her for years. Those messages started off innocent, with the occasional suggestive comment, but nothing more. 

Gym Buddy – Part I [MMF] [cuck] [oral] [handjob] [blowjob] [sex]

This is the one of the first stories I wrote for someone, and they have granted permission to post it here, though they prefer to remain anonymous. If you are interested in a personalized story, please feel free to message me and we’ll talk about the dirty details!

I was used to people looking at me at the gym, and why not? I’d struggled with my weight when I was younger, but in my early thirties I took control of my weight, my health, my life. I bulked up, lost the extra poundage, and became someone people wanted to fuck. I picked up women at the gym regularly. Not necessarily trying to. This was about my own health after all. But once I had the arms, the chest, the back. Once I’d lost the gut. Women just started approaching me, sometimes at the machines, sometimes on my way out. And sometimes it was just fun flirtation. But sometimes we’d grab a juice, a drink, head back to one of our homes and muss up the sheets.

But this was different.

The Camgirl Part XXXI: It Hurt Too Damn Much [Oral] [MF]

**XXXI: Blake**

“Thanks.”

“Thanks?”

“For letting me suck your cock,” she said, unable to keep herself from grinning at her mental picture of what is expression must be, “It was really fun. We should definitely do that again some time.”

Liam said something after that, but the words were too fuzzed and ephemeral for Blake’s mind to register. She didn’t fall asleep, exactly. She more…floated. The sensation seemed oddly familiar for some reason.

Then Blake found herself stepping out of Liam’s bathroom, a towel tied around her waist, bikini hanging up behind her on the shower. Well—bikini bottoms, at least. Teasing Liam while they swam in her pool had been too tempting to resist. She just hadn’t tied it tight enough. Once it came off…well…he’d already seen much more than just her tits. After that, there was no reason for her to cover up now.

As Blake stepped into her bedroom, she frowned at the sight of Liam on her bed, looking at his phone. The jerk was wearing pants! A towel would have been much easier for Blake to just rip off.

Thinking about that reminded Blake of her throbbing pussy and its current predicament.

Fun For All [MMMMF cuck reluc voy Mdom oral]

*A Redditor asked me to write this story about his wife. This is all fiction as far as I’m concerned.*

It was Friday night and Nikke was at home waiting for Ric. He never usually came this late from work, but after 12 years of marriage she could let things slide. They were a happy couple, and while Ric wanted more than Nikke was willing to provide, everything worked itself out in the end. Instead of pacing back-and-forth, worrying about her husband, she’d go about her normal routine. Her favorite show was on tonight and she hated missing an episode.

Nikke went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine. There was also beer for Ric and his friends, in case they wanted a few pints. But Nikke preferred something sweet she could slowly sip in, just getting drunk wasn’t her thing. In fact there was a lot that wasn’t “her thing.”

She came back from the kitchen and heard the doorbell. Thinking it was Ric she walked quickly to the door and opened it. He wasn’t there, instead it was his friends: Tomas, Matthew, Jason, and Ralph. Oh, right, tonight they were supposed to come over for their usual “Guy’s Night Out,” except Ric wasn’t home yet. “Come in, come in!” said Nikke as she brought them inside. “Ric isn’t here, but have a seat, I’ll make something for you.”

[fm] We definitely managed to make shower head romantic: an evening of oral pleasure.

This happened a couple days ago and I can’t stop thinking about it.

My partner is very introverted and can come off as cold and unaffectionate. We’ve been seeing each other about 4 months now, and I’m doing my best to make him comfortable feeling vulnerable. The other night he came for dinner and we shared a bottle of wine. We were talking after just having watched something on the couch, and I asked him if he’d ever been in love. He was very taken aback, but after he warmed up to the question he began opening up. I mentioned I have a whole list of questions for him because I feel there’s so much I don’t know. He told me shoot, he wanted to hear them all, and he obliged with answers. Many were sexual; i asked about fantasies, libido, etc. We shared our fantasies and had an incredible talk while cuddling on the couch.

After talking through my questions, cuddling turned to making out. We took our time, kissing and feeling each other slowly. I started grinding my hips and we both began to moan softly.

A Bisexual Conversation [mm][oral][desire]

“Don’t make up your mind yet. Let me prove it you.”

“What are your going to prove?”

“That I understand.”

“You mean what’s inside my mind?”

“Yes.”

“And you think you can?”

“There are things you can’t admit. But wish you could. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Interesting.”

“So why hesitate?”

“Well, it seems like a no-win scenario.”

“How so?”

“If you are wrong, then that’s going to be a disappoint. And pretty damn awkward. If you’re right, then you are going to have way more insight into my mind than I care for.”

“We don’t know each other, right? Not much, at least. We have that distance of strangers, that attraction of strangers, which allows me to give something very special to you.”

“And what is that?”

“The experience you are so looking for.”

“Keep going.”

“Look around. There are men around us everywhere. They all have that sexual thing you find so erotic. And yet, not a single one of them is accessible. You can go through your entire life, and not a single one of them is ever going to be accessible. Not without great risk. Not without you having to slog through the realities of finding a partner. Just think of how hard it is to reach a point of intimacy with a woman, much less a man.”

The Jump 3[FMMMMM][teenage][gangbang][taboo][DP][oral]

The sound of dice tapping and rolling on the hard, wooden table could be heard throughout the house. Stephanie’s brother and his small group of friends played Dungeons and Dragons, loud and rowdy, as they did every friday night. Stephanie remembered watching them play sometimes before her jump when, she was still a man. They would play their characters, have a few drinks, and have a wonderful time in their fantasy world.

There was her brother, Jon, and four of his friends, all getting together every week. Nathan was tall and robust, with sandy hair and unkempt stubble. He wore a hawaiin shirt and blue jeans, and had a deep but playful voice. Stephanie had never thought much of him, though she remembered back when she was a teenage boy, before the jump, that he was a funny guy.

Jenkins was on the shorter side, with a very thin but athletic build. His hair was a soft ginger colour with a bit of blond, and he had a perfectly trimmed goatee and an ironic handlebar mustache. He wore a black, short sleeved, button down shirt, and khakis. Stephanie saw this charming, quirky quality in him, and saw him as sort of a sweet, hipster sort of character.

The Wrong Road [Part 3] [Witchcraft] [Oral] [Anal]

THE WRONG ROAD
PART 3

Leaving my new favorite botanical specimen I delved further down the path.
After going about a mile I began to hear voices.
Moving very quietly I did my best to be stealthy while looking for the source.
As I rounded a corner I saw a pair of hunters sitting in a blind.
Not very good hunters at that.
When you are hunting quiet is the golden rule.

I was about to sneak around them to avoid detection when one of the hunters left the blind and walked right up to where I was standing.
He had to be no more then ten feet away when he un-zipped his fly and took a leak.
I mean come on, really dude I’m standing right here. I said.
He just ignored me and continued to empty his bladder right in front of me.
I even yelled at him and he never noticed me.

How could you not notice a naked boy sporting a permanent erection not more then ten feet away?
Retracing my steps I turned back towards my the estate.
As I passed the Gorth they picked up their heads in hopes that I would play with them again.

[MM] It was a great session, until…

It had been months since I last found a decent guy to have a JO session with. But so far this guy had done everything right. He had messaged me on the last day of a week-long business trip and was chill about me needing a couple of days to get back home and unwind. He seemed to have done this before. He didn’t ask me “ASL?? pixx??” and he spoke in complete sentences. There were no red flags at all until we were finalizing the time and place and he said, “The front door will be open. Just come on in.”

Hmmmmmm….

Of course I was horny enough that I went anyway, but I decided that I was going to bail at the first twinge of discomfort, even if that meant driving right by his house without stopping.

His place was about 20 miles from mine, out toward the suburbs but not quite in them. It was a quiet, sunny Sunday so it didn’t take me long to get out there. The street was broad, with cute houses and well-manicured lawns on both sides. His house was a probably 1970s split-level, with big plate windows in both the front and back of the midsection — I could see straight through the house. It looked clean and not-at-all murdery, so I got out of my car.