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Poetry & Blood Part 9 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Chapter 9: Appetizing**

**Laura**

A week. Apparently, Laura’s exile from the Muse Sessions was going to last at least a week, maybe longer. Camille hadn’t talked to her since she sent her away. If she had anything to say to Laura, it was through Angelica these days. Messages like:

“Miss Kontalban wants you to know that she still expects your work done promptly without excuse.”

Or “Miss Kontalban wants you to know that she will not need your services at the Muse Sessions until further notice. You are to spend the time instead here, working on her manuscript.”

Or worse, “Miss Kontalban has noticed a lack of energy in your work lately. That should be remedied effective immediately.” Then Angelica would smile condescendingly. “She wonders if you are worth remaining in her employ.” Before she left, she’d turn around and throw out a casual, “though that last part was from me, she wouldn’t let you know she was thinking of firing you until you were fired. Consider it a courtesy.”

It wasn’t much of a courtesy. Read more »

The Accidental Visit to the Glory Hole (M35/F33)

The Accidental Visit to the Glory Hole (M35/F33)

A night in the big city was just what my wife and I needed. The kids with grandparents, a nice hotel room, dinner at a fancy restaurant and us drinking way too much wine.

That’s essentially what it was, and we learned a bit about ourselves on that fateful night eight years ago. The most exciting part? It was all unplanned.

After dinner and some drinks at our favorite pub, we decided to head back to our hotel and try out the hot tub in our room. We ended up making a pit stop.

“Oh my god, there’s Sex World!” my wife exclaimed.

“Should we stop?” I asked.

“Yeah, we can stop,” she answered.

We’ve been to a sex shop or two together, but it was hardly something we did on the regular.

“Maybe you’ll find a new toy,” I commented, as Lisa smiled and rolled her eyes at me.

She had been drinking, and like many, alcohol made her more uninhibited. We browsed the shelves and moved from aisle-to-aisle, sharing laughs and teenage jokes, in the process. Read more »

Solving my problems 3 [mf][MF] [Size]

I read the story “Solving my Problems” and I couldn’t help but relate to the poor guy with the big dick. I know, I know, please, save any smart ass remarks until the end of this.

When I was a kid, before puberty hit, I had a long dick. It was still a little boy’s dick, even if a bit longer. Thin and occasionally when having a bath as a boy mom would tell me I got wire in my wiener. I only knew this happened occasionally, not often, but I never knew it was used for more than just taking a leak until junior high. Middle school was a nightmare for me because we had to change for gym. At first, it wasn’t really an issue, but when in Grade 8, it changed, rapidly. I couldn’t help it, my boxers, and I never had briefs, would sometimes fall open when changing and my dick would fall out. I would be teased by other boys for carrying a snake around in my pants and all sorts of shit like that. Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 8 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 8: Inviting Darkness**

**Laura**

Laura awkwardly stirred her soup while Camille watched over her. Camille had a bowl of soup in front of her, still pretending to need to eat even though apparently everyone except Abby knew it was for show.

Laura sighed and kept stirring the soup as vegetables floated past her spoon. These moments were the most unbearable. In the bedroom or at a desk, Camille was everything Laura wanted. In those moments, she was closest to being Marcilla again, and Marcilla was what kept Laura here. Marcilla was the reason she showed up night after night, hoping it will finally be the time she felt her fangs again.

“What’s wrong?” asked Camille from across the table.

“Nothing.”

“You keep sighing dramatically. And stir that soup anymore, you’ll create a whirlpool.”

“Yeah,” sighed Laura and put her spoon down. “Sorry.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“I don’t have time for games. Stop acting like an indignant teenager.”

‘Teenager’ made Laura think of Emma. Another question for another time but not now. Not anywhere close to now. Read more »

“Can you make me cum with your feet?” (28f) [FM]

Before I kick this post off I feel it’s only fair that I make one thing clear; I’m not ‘into’ feet.

It’s not that I necessarily find them specifically unattractive – far from it – but more that I simply find them no *more* attractive than any other largely functional part of the anatomy. Which is to say that ultimately I find them no more or less arousing than the elbow or the ear lobe.

But I also fully understand that to some people they are the very pinnacle of the erotic food chain. And I take no issue with that at all – Everyone has their own unique kinks and it’s very much not for others to judge. Sometimes it can be a fascinating deep dive into *why* a person can find a specific (and/or obscure) thing to stimulate them, but providing it’s not actively harming either themselves or others, I’ll never kink-shame and always try my best to at the very least understand, if not necessarily participate.

My philosophy has always been to (at least attempt to) keep an open mind. Often kinks can be either so remarkably specific or so bizarrely left field that they’ll be things that you’d never conceive of yourself and, perhaps if you tried it, you might even enjoy it. Read more »

The family business pt 1/2 [ Incest M/F/d/s, blackmail, orgy, pregnancy]

What do you do when you are on the verge of losing everything? How desperate can you get, and what would you be willing to do if someone offered you a golden ticket to fix it all?

“It doesn’t look good,” said Marks accountant.

“Well, what can I do?” Mark said with a defeated tone.

“I think it’s time you put your house on the market and start liquidating your assets, but even that won’t be enough. You are deep in the hole Mark.”

Mark looked at his wife Sarah, who was almost in tears as she listened in on the conversation.

“Okay, thanks Tim,” Mark said as he hung up the phone.

“What are we going to do?” Sarah said, trying to dab her tears with a tissue.

Mark just sighed and stared off at a picture of his family at the beach, that was sitting on his desk.

Mark Miller and his wife Sarah inherited a family auto parts business from Mark’s father, who had already passed. The company had always been successful and was growing, until this year. Read more »

Playing with the BabySitter, Taking advantage when he caught me off balance.

I enjoy baby-sitting but it can be a pain in the neck sometimes. Today was one of those days. It had been hot and humid and the kids had been grumpy. They’d been reluctant to eat their dinner and didn’t want to play, or to watch TV, or to read a book, or to lie down. They did want to whinge and fight and complain that it was hot and that there was nothing to do.

After dinner I finished up dumping them both in a cool bath and let them play in the water. I’d have to mop up the bathroom afterwards but it would be worth it for some relative peace and quiet.

Eventually the little monsters quietened down. I hauled them out of the bath, put them in pyjamas, and tucked them into bed. Heaven be thanked, they both went to sleep. I guess the heat and humidity and the whinging and fighting had worn them out. I spent the next half hour just keeping an eye on them, making sure they were really asleep. Read more »

Mrs Stewart is proud of her cleavage.

Mrs Stewart loved it when the boys in the upstairs flat held one of their student parties. As the landlady, she made sure they invited her, and made sure that it was a night when she wasn’t on duty in her husband’s pub. And so it was tonight. She took pleasure in taking care of her appearance. The older woman may struggle to compete with slender 19 year olds but she had a cleavage they could only dream of. And she knew it. In her moss-green dress with the plunging neckline, her long wavy red hair all perfect, she prepared to join the party and dance with the boys.

She was good at encouraging reluctant young students to get on their feet and dance; she brought energy and fun to the party which always went with a good swing when she was there. And she stayed alert for the boy who couldn’t help but eye her cleavage at every chance. There was always at least one. The younger brother of one of her tenants just didn’t know where to look, so she took great care not to unsettle him or make him feel uncomfortable. He was a slender, rather good looking boy, who seemed young for a fresher. She didn’t get him to dance but waited until the end of the evening at which point she went downstairs and waited in the room off the hallway just by the front door. As he came down to leave, she emerged and slipped her arm through his. Read more »