Twelve Maxbridge Street – Part 3 – [humil] [bondage]

This is a chapter from a short story that I have published for FREE under the pen name M H Keplar. I’m publishing it here in hopes of getting some comments, positive or negative, both interest me. Part 3 can be read stand alone, but I think it’s better in context.

[https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1063923](https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1063923)

Thanks,

AG

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BONDAGE

The handlers positioned him facing the next table, about ten feet away and took a step back, so he could no longer see them.

A man about his own age and build, but with darker coloring approached him. He put his hand inside the cape and took hold of the tab. He let his knuckles run deliberately over Faranger’s genitals and torso as he unzipped the cape. When it was open, he slowly pushed off Faranger’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor. But he left the arm restraint in place. He remained very close and took hold of Faranger’s biceps. He closed his eyes and kissed Faranger on the mouth, a dry, light kiss. A shocked Faranger felt himself turn to liquid as the man’s tongue gently probed his closed lips. His mouth opened of its own accord, enough for the man to explore the roof. He felt more invaded than he had when he was raped. His mouth opened wider and the man circled around his tongue with his own. Faranger would have collapsed but for the support of one of the handlers below his crossed arms and the pressure of the other man’s body pressed against his. His penis became engorged, he could feel it slide against the roughness of the man’s suit until it came to rest along side the other’s erection.

My friend’s story of her first lesbian experience. It’s long and in 3 parts. But it’s fucking hot.

I really suggest you read the whole thing. She describes her emotions in a way that make me wet every time I read it. This all happened about 15 years ago.

This is a website me and some friends are starting. If you like it, we’d appreciate you leaving comments there and sharing. We love writing filthy stories. Hopefully we can find some folk who love to read them.

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From [The Business Trip: Part 1](https://gasm.io/the-business-trip-part-1.html)

It turned out that she had a window and I was 2 seats away in the same row on the inside isle. It was a simple thing to switch seats with the gentleman sitting beside her. Now feeling like old friends re-uniting we joyfully took drinks from the stewardess, clicked glasses and chatted on.

I threw a blanket over her and suggested she try to sleep saying that I would try for a few winks myself. I dozed off with her still clutching my hand.

[M/F] [MedievalFantasy] [Gentle] [Honorable] [Protector] [Veteran] [Knight] Rowland and his Princess, from HIS perspective [Vanilla] [Legal] but [Age Difference] Not a repost. Hoping to have a male voice actor to volunteer/ narrate to post to Gone Wild Audio.

Rowland waited for a long moment before easing open the door to her bedchamber. “Princess?” He questioned quietly from the door, seeing her curled into her favorite oversized chair that sat perpendicular to the hearth.

There was no answer. He came closer, and saw that she was dozing under the window, where moonlight was streaming in. The moonlight diffused little shafts of light to show that her chin was cozily tucked into the corner of the chair and her hair fell in loose waves and curls skimming her shoulders and arms down to her stomach.

A tug of affection made the right corner of his mouth tip up when he saw her pale fingers grazing the corner of a book that had clearly fallen into her lap as she fell asleep. The sight of her fingers on the book reminded him of a memory that haunted him still, two years after it had happened.

Surprised by Joy [MFM]

I’ve never been able to tell this story. Two things have prevented me from sharing. First, I’m happily married, and I don’t want her to know, and second, no one would believe me. This story is true to the best of my memory. I was a little drunk that night.

My best friend, Kevin, and I both have incredibly stressful jobs. We like to get away about once a quarter and blow off some steam. For years, it has been our tradition to pick a random city, flyout to it, and barhop all day. We usually stay the night in an Airbnb to sober up and fly back the next day.

This time, we were in south Florida. We spent the whole day enjoying the local dive bars and we were winding down the night. Our last stop was a very cool retro arcade/bar. Unfortunately, the place was dead. There may have been 6 people in the whole place. It was a weeknight and not many people were still out.

Towards the back of the bar was an air hockey table. He and I started challenging each other to games with the loser buying the next round of drinks. That’s when Joy and Amber walked up and asked to join the competition.

Sister In Law: Part 5 [MF] [Busty] [Interracial] [Huge Fake Boobs] [Straight Sex]

“I know what to do,” my assistant said as she tried to shoo me out of the office. “Go enjoy your honeymoon!”

There it was again, the word that filled my stomach with butterflies. “Hope! Go!” she finally yelled.

“Okay, but you can call…” I started to say as I picked up my things.

“I won’t be calling you,” she said as she sat back down in her chair.

There it was the final words. I nodded as I walked out of my office and into the brilliant sunlight of a great day. Today was the second-best day of my life so far. Yesterday had gone off without a hitch. I was married to the man I truly loved, I had thought that Gary or Desiree would have turned up and ruined it, but they were too busy with their own happiness.

It was short-lived, of course, as I had other parts of my plan to put in order. Starting with a phone call, I got in my car, started it up and headed for the airport.

(1st time) Friday Nights [mff][oral][anal]

I had never kissed a woman in all my 24 years. Of course I’d thought about it before, but I’d always dated men. It was raining pretty hard and I’d asked Lynn to join me for dinner. This was our usual Friday evening custom for years now, especially lately, given that her husband rarely made time for her. Lynn is my best friend; she’s smart, funny, and cooks like a 5 star chef… she’s also insanely hot, which doesn’t hurt. She’s been married for two years and her husband has become obsessed with work, he barely notices her anymore.

Lynn walked in just as the sun was setting on my front porch. Thunder had just knocked out the power, and I was hurrying to light a dozen or so candles to keep us from having to cancel our plans. She was soaked. Her long dark hair was tossled with water dripping onto her shoulders and chest. As she removed her coat it was impossible to miss her supple breasts bouncing under her soaked shirt, clinging to her hard nipples. My pussy suddenly felt warm, tight with longing. I’d never been so aroused by a female, but her full, round, impossibly perky tits covered in wet fabric left almost nothing to the imagination. *I wanted her.*

Mom and Son – Mom teaches Son about sex.

I was lying in bed watching my beautiful wife prepare for bed. She had just stepped out of the shower. I was admiring the beauty of her nakedness as I could easily watch her toweling off. Her breasts were medium size with a firmness that allowed her nipples to point forward. Her torso was very shapely with a narrow waist line. After giving birth to our son, she had exercised to restore her original curves. I could see the slight crease of her shaved pussy while she was in the standing position. Her long slender legs always looked so sexy when wearing a dress. Now I could see the full length from her toes to her crotch. I looked up to see her face. Her lips looked so desirable to be kissed. Her long blond hair flowed down the sides of her face and back. I’m so lucky to have her as my wife. She will soon be in bed with me. 

While watching her, I started to reminisce. When I was a boy growing up with my mom and dad, I was very curious to see what a girl looked like without any clothes. I didn’t have a sister to peek at. But, I was always tempted to catch a glimpse of mom. 

Remembering Hannah Part 5 [ Femdom] [Threesome] [BDSM] [Torture] [CBT] [Trans]

It took me a bit longer than expected, but I had to cut this next chapter into two parts to fit. So I’ll be posting part 6 in just a few minutes after this. I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to let me know what you think in the comments below.

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Remembering Hannah (Continued)

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Lacey led me into the first bedroom down the hall where they’d dominated me together last time.

Lacey was dressed in thigh high leather boots that laced all the way up the front, a tight black leather mini skirt and matching corset. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a way that said she was all business tonight.

I was wearing nothing but a steel chastity device locked around my aching cock.

As we stepped in, my eyes fell on Hannah standing with her hands on her hips. She had on black lipstick, something I’d never seen on her before. Her dark hair was pulled back neatly in a sleek ponytail . She was dressed much like Lacey, except instead of a leather mini skirt, she was wearing shiny skin tight black leggings that tucked into knee high leather boots with studs near the toes. And her eyes told me she was ready to start my punishments.

When a Date goes off script [FM]

I’ve had people ask me if I’ve ever hooked up with someone other than my date on a first date, and well, the answer is a resounding

OH HELL YEAH

…and some of these hook ups gave me the most amazing memories.

The one that stood out –

Was meeting a tinder date at a bar one time, with intention of having sex after (of course). But it turned out that his online persona was more interesting than him IRL… I was almost literally bored to tears listening to him talk, and he wouldn’t stop. I was close to smacking me head into the table – when I spotted this tasty hunk of a man making eyes at me from a table that was behind my date. So as date kept droning on, we were making small signals at each other – a wink here, a nod there, slight smirk…

After a few minutes of that, I excused myself to go to the lady’s…and signaled to Mr Hunk. He was with a group of mates, and I’m pretty sure they knew what was going to happen just from the looks the gave him. He followed at a distance.

Taken by the Fair Conquerors [MF] [NC] [Impreg] [Raceplay] [Fantasy]

Night had fallen, and there I sat, silently huddled in a corner of the house with the other women. They had captured many it seemed. A chill was coming on, a remnant of the waning winter, but I didn’t care. My eyes were so, so heavy. It felt like I had cried all the tears already, and I couldn’t muster the will to shed any more of them. I couldn’t muster the will to do anything. I just sat there, wallowing, my head and eyes downcast.

I heard the cheers and joyous words coming from outside, all from the savages. They had made camp in my village, and took me back there. They had built great fires in the streets, using pieces of the houses as firewood, and around them they drank and danced, boasting and laughing. Not that I could understand their language, but it was clear to anyone that that was the kind of chatter they were making just by the tone of their voices. It was making me sick that these men could derive so much joy from senseless murder and destruction. I tried to tune it out.