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The Hostess [ff][mf][oral][anal][group]

— Chapter 1

Gabby examined her makeup and hair in the full-length mirror, then turned and checked that her black stockings were straight. She didn't need to lift her skirt for this, since she wasn't wearing one. In fact, apart from the stockings, she was naked. She slipped on her black patent leather heels, then walked through to the mansion's large kitchen, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She picked up the small white "French Maid" style apron that was folded on the counter, and tied it around her slender waist, only just covering her shaved pussy. Next, she took two ice cubes from the freezer and rubbed them on her nipples until they stood to attention, then picked up a silver tray of champagne flutes and headed out into the spacious reception hall where the guests were waiting.

Most of the guests for this evening's gathering at the exclusive sex club were already there, casually mingling, chatting and drinking champagne. They were all in just their underwear. Gabby recognized most of them, but there were a few new faces. She walked among them, her high, pert breasts and heart-shaped ass atop perfect, long legs drawing admiring glances as she went. She greeted each member with a smile, making sure they had a drink, and handing each of them a small card she took from pockets in her apron. Read more »

Fixer: Chapter 1 [MF] [cuck] [oral]

Chapter 1 “So, you say that she’s been having some malfunctions,” Garrett asked the portly man. He circled around the woman, examining her with a professional level of scrutiny. She was rather frumpy, and not exactly small herself. Her greying brown hair sat atop her head, dry and wiry. She wore a slightly pleased half smile on her face, one that she wore so often, her husband acknowledged it as expressionless and blank.

“Yeah, she just doesn’t handle like she used to, y’know,” the man answered. “Her meals is still fine, and the house is spotless. It’s just… You know, she’s lost her edge where it counts.” Garrett nodded his way, hiding his disgust.

“In what way? Be specific,” his partner Vic asked. He leaned against the counter, examining the woman from afar.

“I dunno. Aren’t you guys s’posed to be fixers? Figure it out,” the man told him. Scratching his jet black stubble, he shrugged his broad shoulders, turning to address the woman directly.

“What’s your name,” Vic asked. The woman frowned for a second, looking to the man with a slightly frightened look in her eyes. “It’s okay. You can talk.” She remained silent. “Tell her that she can talk.” Read more »

My Stepmother [mF][FF][oral][voy]

My dad left the summer I turned 20, joining my mother in death. All I had left was my sister and my step mom. I love my step mom. Now let me be clear, I don't mean that I love her like a mother, I have never thought of her that way, I mean I am in love with her. She married my dad a few years after cancer claimed the life of my mother when I was 16. She was, and always will be to me, gorgeous, and from the moment I met her I wanted her to be mine.

The first time I saw her naked is something that I will never forget. I snuck into their bedroom on one of the rare instances when both of them were out of the house and wired a small camera inside the bathroom vent, providing me with the perfect view of the master bedrooms shower. I knew that if the camera was ever found I was as good as dead, but these kind of thoughts simply didn't hold weight against the force of my desire. Read more »

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

 

"Black Coffee, White Milk"

 

 

 

  • 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 »

Mardi Gras scavenger hunt

My wife Shannon and I were never really interested in the party scene, mainly because we didn't drink much. Our friends Elise and Mark enjoyed partying in college but now that we were all in our mid thirties with kids that lifestyle was in the past. However, this year was different, for Elise's birthday Mark had invited us to Orlando for a Mardi Gras themed sex filled weekend of fun. We checked into our hotel around six in the evening on Friday and called Mark to let them know we had arrived, they were about an hour behind us so we got unpacked and walked around the hotel until they arrived. The hotel was quite busy and seemed to be filled with mainly with people travelling for business.

When Mark and Elise arrived they were able to get a room on our same floor. I assisted Mark with the luggage as Elise and Shannon joked and talked, mainly about Elise's new jewelry she had received for her birthday. Mark's suite was similar to ours, two queen sized beds in a large open room with tall windows opening up to the view of the 8th floor. While we were setting up the bags the girls ran down to our room so Elise could help Shannon pick out an outfit for this evening. While they were gone Mark informed me that he had reserved a private table at a local club so that we could avoid getting stuck in the crowds and a special surprise that would get the girls in the mood. Read more »

Fuck Toy [F][oral][Str8][bdsm][Fsub]

She sighed, stirring slightly as light filtered in through the windows. Slowly opening her eyes she shivered, the still air of the bedroom chill in the early morning light. She wished, not for the first time, that she was allowed to wear clothes, or that he would at least keep the place warmer. She huddled up on the mound of pillows that covered the inside of her cage, trying to conserve as much of her body heat as she could. She was careful to make as little noise as possible, enjoying the quiet solitude before the work of the day started. She could hear him gently snoring on the bed nearby, and she gazed enviously at the thick comforter that covered his bed. It had been nearly a year since she had signed her contract, agreeing to be a fuck toy for 5 years in return for having all of her debts absolved, and although there had been some ups and downs, she was quite sure she would do it over again if she were given the option. Although some of her treatment was quite humiliating, by design of course, her master was not as cruel as some. The fuck toy contract protected the toy in a number of ways, such that they could not be killed, or seriously injured, and there was a minimum level of care that had to be met, such as being fed every day and having sufficient medical care provided. The mere fact that she was allowed to have pillows in her cage was a blessing that many other fuck toys would have killed to have. Read more »

A teacher finally shows his bitchy student where she belongs-part two. [14k words] [Mf] [Mdom] [fsub] [non con to start] [a lot of pain] [bdsm, especially bd] [teacher/student] [toys]

(This is a direct continuation to part one of this story. It was all meant to be posted as one, but reddit doesn't let me post that much.)

Her firm cheeks felt the vicious sting of his thick, leathery belt over and over, inflicting increasing amounts of pain on her. Every single cry from her mouth was like music to his ears, further building up the raging desire, to fuck the hell out of her, inside of him. There was no relenting in his abuse, he kept striking down hard with his belt, moving around to better thwack each of her cheeks, leaving no spot free of pain. He fully intended her to feel the stinging for a while, a reminder of what she had learned. The clamps around her nipples still stung, although the pain all over her now completely red ass was infinitely worse. The hurting became so bad that she couldn't hold back tears. Even as she sobbed out, trying to bite down on her lip to stay quiet, he kept up his abuse, almost getting to the point of drawing blood before he finally set his belt down, leaving her a whimpering mess on his desk, unable to move due to the incredible pain over her backside. No matter how bad she felt though, for the first time she truly felt in her place as she cried onto his desk, unable to stop herself. Read more »

My [f]irst time with a [m]an 9 years older than me!

So.

I am 21 years old. Imagine a dorky Chicana with glasses who likes to be outdoors and art. Not particularly ugly or gorgeous. Others have placed me at a solid 8 with an hourglass shape, thick legs and buttocks, big face, big laughter. My stature is smaller at 5'4" and is counterweighted by my voracious sexual appetite. Historically, my partners have struggled to keep pace with my wants. Twice or three times a day is ideal for me–when someone is my significant lover, they are mine. I am struggling to learn to love non-possessively but when I find someone I want to share a part of my life with, I want all of them. I will kiss you all over, bite you, hold you to my chest, massage you until you fall asleep, listen to all of your troubles and give you unconditional affection, support, and hopefully happiness. My love is romantic and deep. Read more »

Island Vacation pt5 [mf][ff][oral]

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"Renauld, we have to go after them," Robby screamed as Renauld throttled the old fishing boat down.

"It would do no good," Renauld said with a helpless shrug. "This boat is too old. That ship is already going faster than we can go."

I watched Robby's face screw up in frustration for a moment, then he ran to the side rail to scream, "Sarah! Sarah!"

It was no use. The wind was blowing in our faces and Sarah was still trying to push away the guy forcing his kiss on her. Some of the other people on the deck were laughing at her feeble attempts to defend herself. I swear, no matter how much I hated my sister, if I had a gun right then I'd shoot that bastard or die trying.

I pulled out my cell phone but cursed when I saw no bars. On impulse, I started snapping pictures, zooming in as close as I could. The boat was passing ours just then, so the shots were clear. Then back of their boat threw up a larger wake as it accelerated toward open water. My stomach clenched as I read the name painted across the stern; Stolen Kisses. I stared, helpless, wanting to cry and scream at the same time. Read more »