The Taylor Family 3 [Lesbian Incest – And let the fucking finally begin!]

**To see the previous parts, go** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul3w5/the_taylor_family_1_the_beginning_my_version_of_a/) **for the first half of part one, go** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul5jr/the_taylor_family_1_the_end_my_version_of_a/) **for the second half of part one, and go** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jumuk4/the_taylor_family_2_a_lesbian_incest_romance_yet/) **for part two.**

“Hey, Ruthie? Did it seem to you like Mom was acting a little odd?”

Kristen was not watching where she was going, looking back over her shoulder even as she was dragged along by the hand by her little sister. Somehow, she managed to avoid walking into anything as she was guided at something just short of a dead sprint up the stairs and into the bedroom the two teens shared.

“Never mind that now,” the other girl answered, propelling her sister towards one of the beds while she paused just a moment to throw the door shut behind them.

“But . . .”

Ruth reclaimed her sister swiftly, an arm going around her waist to guide her over to one of the two beds, sitting down together on the edge. As far as she was concerned, there was something very, very important that the two of them needed to be attending to right now and it wasn’t a discussion about their mother’s antics.

Tied and Unstreesed (BDSM) male’s pov

You call me after work and tell me your so fucking stressed cause today just hasn’t gone right at all. Every client you spoke to today has been an asshole and karen the bitch in accounting keeps bitching about some report. I tell you to not worry cause ill make sure you are able to destress when you get home. You see the GPS telling you it will take 25 mins to get home and you can’t wait till you walk through the door to whatever surprise I have for you. In your mind your thinking it could be some ice cold margaritas or maybe a nice warm bath. Perhaps I have some blankets on the couch to cuddle with. By the time your car starts rolling up the drive way your mind is on singing along to the jams on the radio. You walk up to the front door of the house and find out the door is unlocked and you remember what I said. As you walk in you smell the food cooking in the background and automatically let out a sigh of relief. Just then as you finish your deep breathe you hear me walk into the living room. I got on my lazy boy pants and an open shirt showing off my abs to you. I tell you I’ve taken care of everything for the night and all you needed to do was sit back and relax. I tell you I just finished mixing everything into the slow cooker and dinner will be ready in 45 mins. As I make my way across the living room you notice a black rope hanging out of my pocket and right as you notice it you knew exactly how we were gonna spend the next 45 mins. You look back up to my eyes and give a small smile. As I reach out for your hand you give in and reach out for mine. Next thing you feel is both my hands wrapped around you grabbing your ass. I start to lead you to the bedroom and tell you to remove your blouse and bra and to only remain in your tights and underwear. Right as you slip off your bra I reach for your hands and begin to tie them behind your back. Leaving your breast exposed and your body visible. I tell you that I will do my best to ease your stress and give you a nice sensual massage. As I grab some oil from the bed side table and pour it into my hands. I next begin to rub it into your chest and begin cupping and massaging your breast. With each squeeze you let you a gentle whimper and moan. I begin to pitch and squeeze your nipples releasing wave after wave of sensation going all over your body. I begin to hear you moan a little louder. You begin to tell me how your starting to get wet and that you wanted me to… but before I let you finish the sentence I stop and look at you to tell you that I will do what I want to destress you.

I (F)ucked my neighbor while (M)y girlfriend slept downstairs in my bed [MF]

About 12 or 13 years ago, I lived in a 3 story triplex, with each individual apartment stacked directly on top of the next. Downstairs, were Mike and Dee. They were nice, fun to hang out with, and we’d all go out drinking fairly regularly. About 6 months into living in my place, a couple of girls – Erin and Allie – moved in upstairs. They were maybe a year or two older than me.

At the time, I had a girlfriend from Australia. Chelsea was a few years younger than me, maybe 19 at the time. She had a vicious habit of going out, getting sloppy drunk, coming back to my place to scream in my face as a preface to some unruly sex, and then passing out cold.

On occasion, I actually liked it. She had few limits and would let me do more or less anything I wanted. Mostly it was pretty obnoxious and she bugged me. However, it was easy sex with a cute girl and I was in my early 20’s, so I endured it.

[MF] Playing a risky game with my stoner FWB

I’ve had a lot of strange experiences, mostly ones that I willingly put myself through because I’m a bit of a dummy with poor impulse control. Reader, you may remember [my first story ever posted](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/irjxa2/mf_my_first_date_with_a_stoner_chick/), in which I went on a “date”(?) with a grungy stoner chick named Gina. To say Gina and I hit it off is probably an overstatement. We didn’t really. We kind of just shot the shit until we were ready to have unprotected sex a couple hours after meeting.

Furthermore, you may recall that upon reaching the precipice of said risky coitus, I announced the imminent release of ejaculate. Gina’s response was simply to inform me that she’s not on birth control meekly, as if it was totally unrelated to the task at hand. Her words and actions were that of someone just sort of passively accepting what is happening. Like, ‘Oh, you’re gonna get me pregnant? Okay, I guess.’

The thing is, both of us were very much against having a child with a stranger. And yet there she was waiting for ME to make the right choice (LO fucking L) and there I was waiting until 0.001 seconds were left on the clock to pull out. The fact that I didn’t impregnate this goofy ass hippie chick might have been an impressive show of discipline on my part, IF I hadn’t continued to see her after that night.

A tale of Fire and Steel (Str8)

# A tale of Fire and Steel

?**nsfw**A tale of Fire and Steel

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“The blades sang like the strokes of a hammer on a blacksmith’s anvil echoing in the empty churchyard.”
Stanley Goldyn,

Oh look the SAFD (Society of American Fight Directors) sent me a form letting me know I need to renew my certs…. Why now?

I look up from the form and realized I should have done this last year when I was on my grace year but that is now almost over. I better call Raymond he is probably running a refresher program.

“Hey Kelley, can you please bring my cell from table, your sister has turned into a kitten and won’t move.” “A little cream and I will move” said Stacey. It will be one of those nights.

I hate to do this but I Have a busy morning and three of us in the bed is not conducive to sleep.” “Well give me a kiss before you go. How about you Stacey are you staying tonight or heading back?” I should head home but I rather not considering I will be spending the next two weeks setting up a new store.

The Beach House: Part One (MF, Cheating)

*This is the first part of a much longer story. I wrote this a few years back after staying in a similar beach house located on Pawleys Island, South Carolina. The story is fiction but my wife and I did perform some of the activities. Constructive criticism is welcome.*

Diane Ryder stepped out of the rented beach house’s living room and onto the large screen-in porch feeling quite frustrated. Taking a seat in one of the comfortable lounge chairs she stared out into the night hoping the steady but pleasant roar of the surf might relax her enough so she could sleep. Dressed only in her long cotton nightshirt and panties she felt an instant chill from the breeze blowing in from the ocean raising goosebumps all across her arms and legs. While sitting there in the dark the smallest bit of a smile crept across her face at the thought that something had finally touched her because her damn husband, Jeff, sure wasn’t showing any interest on what was supposed to be a relaxing extended weekend on the coast.

The Hard Goodbye CH3 – All In [FM] (cheating | blackmail | breeding)

Time marched on after that night. After Ben tied me up and used me, forced me to beg for it, I decided to cut ties and come clean. Not completely clean, mind you, but clean enough. I invited my girlfriend, Kelly, over and told her I had a one-night stand. I told her that it meant nothing and that we used protection. My pregnancy test came up negative so she would never have to know the full extent of it.

At least this way I could give her the reins to my life, let her decide our fate. Either she would leave me and relieve my guilt, or she could choose to move forward with me – and start fresh. She surprised me when she forgave me. In the following weeks I recommitted myself to her. Kelly would spend the night at my apartment every night. I cut back on my drinking and came straight home from work every day.

Wife’s cousin returns [MF]

A few days later, Michelle returned to pick up some dishes she left that night. My wife was still at work and I was writing a paper. Michelle was wearing a white camisole tank with no bra and booty shorts when she came by to get her stuff. I let her in and gave her a bit of a smile, as I stared at her curves. She informed me she was only in town a few more days before she moved to California. I told her I enjoyed what happened a few nights ago and she said she did as well, but didn’t know if she could bring herself to do it again, and I respected that. I told her as soon as she leaves, to lock the door and if she needed anything I would be in my office.

I hear her in the kitchen, packing up her dishes, and going through the fridge to get a bit of the leftovers, a few minutes go by and I hear the front door close, and the digital lock engage. I settled back into my office chair, a little bummed, but also content that what happened, happened and I can have the memories forever.

A lesson in Sexual Mathematics [M/F] [Slight BDSM] [DDlg] [Trigger warning]

G sat on the train back from the city, aimlessly surfing on his phone. He had been working all day, and was ready to wind down at the hotel. Normally, his day would be done and he would be alone. Not lately, though. More than a year ago, he started an amazing sexual relationship with a sales rep at his company, and she would be waiting for him in the room. His phone buzzed and the text interrupted his aimless surfing. “In the room waiting for you ;)” It was her. She finished her day, and was now back at the hotel. He was tired, but she always gave his body a jolt. “2 stops away” he responded, and went back to stupid memes. He may be in his 40s, but he is young at heart.

Lena snapped her thong in place, and made sure the bright red fabric framed her ass cheeks. Just like he liked it. She looked in the mirror. Her white skin looked bright and pink, she couldn’t wait to see his caramel body, feeling her all over. She slipped on the sheer chemise and gave her nipples a quick pinch. She loved how perky they got when he was close by. She poured 2 whiskeys, one for her, and a double for him. She wanted to make sure he was relaxed and comfortable, to leave all his stress at the door.