Completely based on a true story

That night changed our lives. We were in our local pub and too much alcohol was already in us to keep our minds clear. I was by the bar having a chat with my mate and it just caught my eye when she went on the other side of the bar. I droped my head down and without turning my head saw her talking with a guy we knew, probably still about which song should play next, but she got a hold on his belt to make her stay safely on her feet.

I moved from the bar so she could lose the sight of me but I occasionally checked on her from a distance. Few meters from me, my more than drunk girlfriend was hugging him, placing her head on his cheasts and slowly dancing with the song. He had his hands placed on her exposed stomach and on her butt. I felt pissed, jealous, and turned on in the same time. I kept talking with my friend like nothing is happening, but my mind was still there. And my cock was getting harder and harder.

The time we 26[M] 24[F] 54[M] 26[F] ended the year with a bang

Neither Julia nor I ‘celebrate’ Christmas, so when she came over, we just talked about me and Marco, how I feel about him.

 

Apparently, she was texting with Tom and they grew close. They even saw each other a few times earlier this month. She also mentioned that he’s in the middle of a divorce, Julia and I weren’t the only ones he fucked. I was a little taken aback that he didn’t mention it to me because we were still texting regularly but I’m happy for them, nonetheless.

 

After catching up, and two glasses of wine we watched some TV but quickly switched to Netflix because there only were Christmas movies playing. We watched a few episodes of ‘Riverdale’ and spooned taking turns being the big spoon. Whoever was laying behind the other caressed the other one, Julia and I switched up every episode. I started with brushing up and down her body underneath the blanket, slowly exploring her body with my soft hand. I paused between her legs and gently pressed against her warm vulva. Moments later I moved my fingers down as far as possible and went up again, resting my hands on her breasts.

Dark devotion [OC] [Fiction] [Mind Control] [Magic] [Attempted Femdom] [Maledom] [Gothic] [Karmic Punishment] [Subscribestar Supported]

**Quick summary:Length: 3382 words**

>!The demon Belial discovers that the dark energy from hell is being syphoned to earth. Using the weakness this creates, he breaks the barrier and arrives in the human realm. !<

>!Here Brook, a witch that is attempting to tap into demonic power of the fiery plains, tries to control him – believing he is just a regular human. !<

>!When she leads him back to her cabin, in an attempt to steal his life-force to maintain her youth, she learns the fates of many witches first-hand. He takes control, corrupting her to be his obedient minion before taking her back with him to hell.!<

**Disclaimer: I do not endorse the actions or beliefs of my characters. In real life you need to treat people with respect and maintain consent.**

# 1

Belial walked along the fiery plains on his patrol, cracking of flames popping in his ears and the smell of burning brimstone scorching in his nostrils. He can feel the power of this realm ebbing slightly as it’s being pulled out into the human world – someone was cracking into the plains to siphon the dark magic. Belial can’t help but smile, knowing that this means a tear is forming – a rift that any demon can utilise for mischief.

Dark devotion [OC] [Fiction] [Mind Control] [Magic] [Attempted Femdom] [Maledom] [Gothic] [Karmic Punishment] [Subscribestar Supported]

**Quick summary:Length: 3382 words**

>!The demon Belial discovers that the dark energy from hell is being syphoned to earth. Using the weakness this creates, he breaks the barrier and arrives in the human realm. !<

>!Here Brook, a witch that is attempting to tap into demonic power of the fiery plains, tries to control him – believing he is just a regular human. !<

>!When she leads him back to her cabin, in an attempt to steal his life-force to maintain her youth, she learns the fates of many witches first-hand. He takes control, corrupting her to be his obedient minion before taking her back with him to hell.!<

**Disclaimer: I do not endorse the actions or beliefs of my characters. In real life you need to treat people with respect and maintain consent.**

# 1

Belial walked along the fiery plains on his patrol, cracking of flames popping in his ears and the smell of burning brimstone scorching in his nostrils. He can feel the power of this realm ebbing slightly as it’s being pulled out into the human world – someone was cracking into the plains to siphon the dark magic. Belial can’t help but smile, knowing that this means a tear is forming – a rift that any demon can utilise for mischief.

The rest of the masseuse story, when I was a 22 [f]

So several messages later, encouraging me,here’s the humiliating conclusion.

I had 3-4 massages left there, on a gift certificate. Never went back for a massage. Utterly Humiliated. But I did go back looking for him a few months later.?

He had moved on, but one of the other coworkers was kind enough to give me his number…

I called him for 2 weeks straight. He finally answered, and just told me to meet him at this pretty seedy motel. I agreed. It was a Friday. I had a date. He said, im gonna be at the Texas Inn in 2 hours. First room bottom floor, closest to office.Be there, and if not, I’ll never take a call again. So, I probably cried a bit. Mostly because I already knew what would happen: I canceled the date. He was a sweet guy too but, no matter. I wanted to get fucked. Desperately. I was already a slave to this guy. Just like that. The heart may want what it wants…but my legs were aching to spread for him.

Predicament, Part 3 (MMF|Incest|Fantasy)

Jacking off Felt from horseback was really hard, considering Em had to rein his own horse with only one hand. But he kept at it, relieving his friend twice – sometimes thrice – every hour. Felt had a dazed look about him. He didn’t speak much, only tapped his friend when he needed relief, and generally just avoided responsibility. He was thick before, but now he just seemed like a traveling circus all on his own. Not in the way he acted; but in the way he looked as if he wanted to fuck whatever he was staring at the moment. That particular moment, he was staring at Em, mouth slightly open. His large cock, veiny in appearance, was still erect and throbbing. It would never let down, that much Em knew. He sighed and got to work again.

They stopped in a natural alcove forming from several large rocks. Tomorrow, they would find the stream and refreshing, refreshing water.

That also meant, that tonight they didn’t have water at all.

The only water they *did* have was inside her brother and she still didn’t know how to feel about that.

Not A Breast Reduction! (M)(F) Large Breasts.

I had invited my girlfriend over to my apartment for the first time recently. We were new to the relationship and I had been on my best behavior throughout. At the time she arrived I was watching my favorite college football team and was into the game when she cuddled up next to me on my couch. I could tell something was on her mind. I asked her what was wrong “I’m seriously thinking about getting a breast reduction.” she said. Hold the phone, I thought, College Football could wait. “What do you mean” I asked her. “Well just this past week I had two incidents where my boobs got in the way of what I was doing.” I was intrigued and asked her to continue. “On Tuesday I was shopping at a department store and I knocked some clothes off of a clothing rack with, well… my rack! A salesman was watching and I could tell he had never seen anything like that before. He was nice and everything and we got to talking and he asked for my number. Of course I didn’t give it to him but the whole situation was embarrassing.” My boobs just keep getting in the way .” Being the good boyfriend I pulled her closer to me. .

Prohibition – Lockdown be damned.

She knocked on the door twice. Her long coat covering anything that might give away what she was doing there. A security guard opened the door and she walked inside. She produced her ID as she stood in the small dimly lit room. He asked for her proof of entry and she pulled up an email on her phone.

“Go through.” He gestured towards a red door at the back of the entrance hall. She pulled it open revealing a dimly lit staircase. Her boots clicked as she walked down them. She neared the bottom and could feel a rumbling in the floor under her feet. At the bottom of the staircase was another small room where she was again checked for both identification and proof of entry. He asked to her remove her jacket and took it from her before he opened the door. The door latched behind her and a small green light lit up to signify the unlocking of the door lit up the small space. She pulled it open and was engulfed by sound and smell. She stepped in and the door closed behind her as she breathed it all in. The smell and warmth of people, the sound of a band creating art right there in the room. It had been a long time since she had been at a gig. The virus had put a stop to them. She walked forward, the air got thicker with sweat, the open space around her quickly got covered with people until she was front and centre. People swayed and danced, pushing into her, the music thumped in her chest and brought her back to life. She surrendered to it. Her black skirt moved with her hips and her breasts bounced with the beat of the drums. She flipped her black hair around with no thought as to anyone else’s personal space. She felt alive.

Becoming Kari [transformation]

Kari and I have known each other for a few years now. We initially met when she was taking a class at a community college with my ex. We did a double date a couple times, my ex and I with Kari and her boyfriend. It was always a bit awkward as neither couple seemed to be matched up properly. Kari and I had more in common with each other than either of us did with our partners. It showed, as both of us broke up with our respective significant others.

Kari eventually changed schools and moved to the same town I was in, even renting an apartment a few blocks away from mine. Unfortunately, things never progressed between us. Friend-zone as it may be. We ended up being pretty close friends. We would party and hang out. Occasionally the games would turn to sexual topics. Again nothing came of it, but I learned a lot about Kari.

Kari eventually started dating a new guy, Matt. Typical frat dude. Liked to party, being a student clearly came second. He treated her well enough and she still spent some time with me. She shared some of their exploits and some of their fantasies.

Flea Market Fuck – Part 3 [MF][cheating][public]

This is a continuation of Part 2 other parts that can be found in my profile. Sorry I’m on mobile, I’ll have to post the links later.

The older man was probably in his late forties and was looking good with his broad chest and dad bod.

My hand gripped his hard cock inside his basketball shorts and I stroked it as he explored my mouth with his tongue. His hands took hold of each of my ass cheeks and pressed his body against mine. I angled his cock to rub against my pussy lips with the last stranger’s cum dripping onto his shorts. He let out a soft moan feeling my soft wet lips rubbing over his head. I pulled back and sent his shorts falling down his legs to the floor. His cock was thick and had huge veins along his shaft. His mushroom head begged for my mouth. I knelt in front of him on the dirty floor and licked the pre-cum off him. He shuddered and his hand found my cheek. I let him caress my soft skin as I lightly kissed the tip of his pulsing cock.