Uncle Mark, Ch. 2: [Mf] [inc] [tease]

"We'll be gone for the weekend, at least," Sam told Mark gravely in the foyer. "It might not be Tuesday until we get back. I'm really sorry about this." A couple of hastily packed suitcases sat at Sam's feet. Jen came from the kitchen, swinging her purse over her shoulder.

"It's not a problem at all," Mark said consolingly. He touched Jen's shoulder. "It's good that you're deciding to go out there. Your grandfather will be happy to see you." Jen smiled weakly in return.

"Val's not that close to her great-grandfather," Sam said. "No sense in eating up her summer."

Mark shook his head, telling Sam with the gesture that rationalization wasn't necessary. "It's all right. I'll keep her out of trouble here."

Sam nodded. "Don't want you to be trapped in the suburbs. The convertible is yours. I know you'll be careful."

Mark saw Sam and Jen to their car and waved as they drove off, then returned to the morning silence of the house and exhaled. He plunked himself down in the living room and unfolded the Saturday paper.

"They're gone?" Val asked from halfway down the stairs, looking groggy and sounding confused.

Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.16: Back at the Dorm [f][blkmail]

Kerina stopped at the entrance of her dorm, slightly out of breath. She stood there in only a long buttoned up shirt, too large for her, which fell to just two inches above her knees. Her hair was disheveled and her face red and blotchy from crying. '

Kerina rested for a moment, as walking here had been hard going. Pat had been very rough with her and now her ass was very sore. Kerina fidgeted even as she stood in front of the door, unable to stand comfortably.

Kerina realised that she was locked out again. Feeling foolish, she knocked gently on the door.

Kerina stood there for what seemed like ages, knocking twice more before she heard the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door.

The door opened inwards and Lisa's face appeared looking out.

"This had better be goo…oh Kerina?" Lisa asked surprised

"Hi Lisa, uh I don't have my keys.."

Uncle Mark, Ch. 1 [MFf] [inc] [mast] [voy]

Mark and his brother Sam had a great time catching up on the past three years during the drive from the airport. Mark told Sam about his overseas wanderings, and Sam filled Mark in about the family: his wife Jen and their only daughter Valentina, who had just turned sixteen. Visiting Sam and his family was always a great way to come back from a journey, and Mark had made it a tradition for the past decade to weather his jet lag at his brother's suburban home.

Although they were brothers, the two of them did not look much alike. Sam was light-haired and round of face, while Mark was dark-haired and rugged, with a perpetual shadow of stubble on his angular jaw. They swung into Sam's driveway and Mark gazed with a measure of envy at the fruits of Sam's success. The house was large and gorgeous. As usual, a voice in Mark asked him, "What are you doing wandering the globe? Wouldn't it be better to just settle down and have a place like this to call home?" He got out of the car and hefted his travel pack over one shoulder. He was dressed in a grey V-neck tee shirt that clung to his trim, athletic frame; and cargo shorts and sandals. The uniform of the bum. But at least he was a handsome bum and could pull it off.

The Voice [MF; light BDSM]

It had been a long day and at work, and her feet were sore. She breathed a sigh. Finally safe and home, she could let all her stress go. She opened the door to her darkened bedroom. Reaching for the light switch, she suddenly found herself pinned against the door. She couldn’t see anything, but felt the weight holding her arms against her sides. Momentary panic was replaced by a thrill running through her as she recognized the voice.

“Shhhhhhhhh…” it whispered.

The hands released her arms, but she didn’t move a muscle in the darkness. Pulling at her feet, her shoulders, her waist. Her clothes fell to the floor in a heap, piece by piece. Her bra and panties quickly added to the pile. She stood naked and blind in the still darkness, listening for movement, her back against the icy wall.

Hot breath rushed across her skin. It glided up and down and around her, sending goose bumps and chills through her. Fingertips – soft at first, then heavier as they moved – slid up and down her thighs. She was so excited. It had been so long. She had been waiting; unappreciated, needing this.

Making Porn With My MILF [Str8, mF, mast, anal, oral, voy]

Almost every day when I get home from school, I go upstairs into my room, put some music on and start doing my homework. Unless I’m hanging out with Jon, or recently, hooking up with one of the neighborhood’s sexy middle-aged women, I just put on one of my favorite albums and get work done. One day a few weeks ago, I was hoping that Janet or Emily or one of the women that I had been fucking over the last few months would send me a text while I was at school that they were around for me to come over when I got out of class. I was just really horny that day, more so than usual. Sitting in Mrs. Robinson’s class, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had bent her over her desk in that very class room. She didn’t seem to be thinking about the same thing though.

A Boring Weekend Turned Wild [F] [bst] [huml]

It has been another long week and I had finally gotten back home, the only greeting I get from my German shepherd, Dante. Of course there was some tidying up to do, but that doesn't take too long when you've had the practice and you take some shortcuts. A lot of people look forward to the weekend, but in reality I don't have that much to do really; maybe watch a film, browse the internet, go out with friends? As it turned out on that particular weekend, my friends were busy or had other commitments. My collection of films? Yeah, that's why they're a collection – I've probably watched each of them at least six times and finally decided to slot in the corner.

So, in the end, the internet is really my only choice, but I was hardly in the mood for that. Nearly four months ago, I broke with my ex of five years and I had been taking it pretty hard. The tearful nights were done after the first two weeks, but I was still stuck with this void in my life that didn't easily fill.

Kristie and Arthur, Pt 2 [mf/oral]

Author's Note: This is an excerpted sex scene from a novel I'm working on, so the details of the characters' descriptions aren't mentioned much in this passage.

For your imagination: Kristie is 23 years old, has long blonde hair and hazel eyes. She is average height, has a trim and fit hourglass figure, with long legs, and DD/E-cup breasts. Arthur is 26 years old, has short red hair and blue eyes. He's a bit on the short side, but keeps himself in good lean shape.

Feedback is much appreciated.

“We got the rest of the night to ourselves,” Kristie said as she and Arthur walked out the pub’s door.

“Are you sure it’s okay with Hailey and Glenda?” Arthur asked, watching Glenda lock up the pub.

“Relax. Glenda offered,” Kristie said. “She gave us her blessing.”

“Blessing?” Arthur said incredulously. “She’s gone out of her way to keep us apart for the last three days.”

“It was just a test to see if we can still work together; and we passed.”

Arthur smirked and took a deep breath through his nose. “Nearly failed half a dozen times. I can’t keep my eyes and my mind off you.”

FORLEALELA Chapters 1-3 [mF] [Fsub] [blkmail] [huml] [inc] [reluc] [exh]

Chapter 1

Rick, a high school dropout-shut in living with his parents. His father, James, disowned him as a son, and only provides shelter out of pity. He ignores his existence and does not talk to the boy. His mother, Vanessa, checked out mentally years ago, and is more of a robot going through her daily routines. She does not despise her son but babies him instead. She is the only reason Rick was allowed to stay in the house. The relationship between husband and wife is more of a social obligation than any actual intimacy between the two persons. James regularly cheats on his wife with his secretary. Vanessa knows about his affair, but does not see a reason to bring it up. She’s indifferent about her situation. As mentioned before, she’s long since been gone.

I need help finding a story

One of my devices broke and I lost all of my bookmarks. I will describe the story below.

Daughter of a politician who misbehaves is sent to therapy. Therapist hypnotizes "she's a dirty girl who needs to clean up her act". Her parents don't believe her because she's a delinquent. She starts masturbating in the shower (trying to get clean). She shaves her pussy to get more clean, her mom sends her back to therapy. A few months later an election is happening. Her dad is on stage giving a speech about the city is dirty and needs to clean up it's act. This triggers her and she shows how clean she is to the whole world (masturbates on stage) ruining the election. She then becomes a porn star.

The story might be something like "dirty girl cleans up her act" but I can't find it.

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