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[Part 2] A hotel room, a blindfold, and a present . [Submissive F] [Dominant M] [M/F]

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Looking down at you, you can tell there is an inspection running though my head. You really are beautiful, and your shy smirk gives off the tone that you are well aware of this.

I step to the side and sit on the edge of the bed. I motion for you should sit as well. You take the seat next to me and feel the bedding touch the skin of your legs and butt. This bottomless skin direct to bedding contact reminds you, as if you needed one, of the situation you are in.

“Lets just chat for a few minutes. Make sure we are on the same page, sound good?” I ask.

“..sure… I mean… Yes, sir” you correct yourself.

“No, no, lets have a real chat. We will pause the rules for a few minutes. I’m Mark by the way.” I reach out my hand for you to shake.

You shake my hand thinking this is kind of awkward, but you also are starting to feel a small sense of comfort by my tone and demeanor. “Hey Mark, ..I’m Bella.” Read more »

Wild Week chapter 7 (family fun, brother and sister, FF)

CHAPTER 7 : Thursday

Billy awoke without the alarm again on Thursday morning. Rising from the bed, he went to the window and looked through the binoculars at Mrs. James’ window. She wasn’t up yet, of course, but he stared at the rocking chair across the room, seeing her again as she was last night. It seemed unreal now in the light of day, as if he had dreamed the whole thing, but his dick knew it had happened and was standing at attention. He dropped the binoculars and squeezed his boner through his pajamas with a groan, but was brought up short by the sound of a door closing out in the hall.

Turning away from the window, he crossed the room and cracked open the door, peeking out just in time to see Brianna enter the bathroom and close the door. He waited impatiently a few minutes, then crept down the hall to the door. Listening, he could hear the shower running. So, with his heart thumping heavily in his chest, he reached for the knob. A smile crept over his face as the knob turned easily, but just as he began easing the door open, it was violently flung open, jerking the knob out of his grasp, and there stood Brianna, wearing only a white towel and an angry scowl. She grabbed a handful of his pajama top and pulled him into the room, closing the door and pushing him up against the wall. Read more »

The Adventures of Claire, Nate, and Brett: A Humorous Cuckold Erotica

What do you think of this cute story?

**NOTE:**

*Italicized lines*: the external narrator

(*x*): physical action

“x”: lines said out loud by characters

Regular text: Claire’s thoughts

**Claire’s POV**

*Brett is a very physically attractive man. Claire is a very physically attractive woman. Nate is a guitar player for a small band. He is a scrawny, little boy with a small penis who somehow managed to be in a relationship with Claire, but Claire hates having sex with him. He doesn’t satisfy her at all. She has to fake orgasms just to keep him happy. Worst of all, Nate is completely oblivious to the fact that he doesn’t satisfy Claire. He thinks that he’s God’s gift to her for some reason. Nate is also absolutely and utterly obsessed with Claire. He worships her, always wants to be with her, etc. All Nate cares about is her, and she hates it. Claire is sick and tired of this clingy little creep who thinks he’s sooooo good in bed. She wants to dump him in the most painful way possible, and she comes up with the perfect way to do it:* Read more »

Life Get’s Better: Part Three [MF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Enhanced Boobs}

“You’re so lucky,” one of Brian’s friends said to him as they sat drinking a beer at their local bar.

“Well, I don’t feel lucky,” Brian said, taking another sip of his beer. He had just gotten fired. He knew it was coming. After all the things that had been happening in his life, he was aware that it was in the cards.

“Yeah, about that,” the friend said. “Sorry.”

“I don’t blame you at all,” Brian shrugged. “In fact, I am glad you got the promotion.”

“Thanks,” the friend said, bowing his head. “What are you going to do now?”

Brian took a deep breath, then took another long swig of his beer. “I doubt I will be drinking beer with you guys anytime soon,” he smiled. “Doubt I will be able to pay for my car.”

“The beer is on us,” the friend said, patting his other friend on the shoulder.

“What?” the friend said, taking his eyes off his phone. “Yeah, sure we got you,” he shook his head as he looked at the picture on his phone. “You seriously live in the same apartment as this woman?” Read more »

The Tower [MF][Fantasy][long][under the influence]

Free solo climbing a stone tower in the middle of a city was not a skill every person possessed. But Dian Harroca was not every person. Nimble, experienced fingers found every nook and cranny in the stonework, every crumbling piece of mortar. His forearms and thighs ached, protested, but Dian found that small part of himself to retreat into, to ignore the strain and concentrate on moving ever up.

The city of Everhold stretched out far below him, a sprawling warren of streets and buildings of every shape and size. The glistening Ream River sparkled silver and blue to the east, curling and snaking into the distance, dotted with white sails. High above, the three moons stood proud in a clear, star-speckled sky.

Dian ignored it all. His target lay several stories above, and it would not do for him to lose his concentration now. Not when it was so far down. A nasty way to die, that. Old Beric has died that way, his skull cracked open on the cold, unforgiving concrete. The memory sometimes made Dian jolt awake at night. Read more »

Recruitment [FF, MC, Fetish] (Part 2 of 4)

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Alexis shifted on the metal chair, uncrossing her legs casually and relaxing her guard for a moment. She inserted a fresh tape in her hand recorder, not bothering to keep an eye on Christine’s reclined form. The young woman remained docile under the glare of fluorescent lights, her breathing shallow, her smile empty, her relaxed expression betraying no thought. The heavy restraints around her ankles and wrists seemed almost superfluous.

Professional detachment gave way to a fleeting moment of jealousy. The girl was an instrument of Felicia Prime’s will, subdued by a device Alexis only now began to understand. Such dreamy lust, such perfection… a mind begging to be shackled, so lost in divine reverence to a Dark, unseen mistress that the utterance of her very name was bliss and heaven and light.

Alexis chased away her resentment by running a hand over her pussy, still glowing with the warmth of Christine’s probing tongue. This Felicia was a formidable woman, but even if her collar was the most advanced slave-maker Alexis ever seen, it was still only a tool. Something that could be used by others, for ends both similar and different. Read more »

Another blast [f]rom [m]y past…Carrie’s unexpected visits

So we first met Carrie the night we first got together on a work trip…the open robe, the ruby red bush and those amazing tits.

We dated for a while after that trip, but never did anything crazy…well, there was one time, but that will the next installment. The sex was great, but the relationship kinda fizzled and we broke up. She started seeing someone who lived not far from me and she drove past my place to get to his apparently…because she dropped by late one afternoon and asked if she could talk to me. My housemate was in the living room, so we headed to my bedroom.

She closed the door behind her as we entered and stood next to the bed where I was sitting. She said she wanted to talk to me about something she was wondering it I would be willing to continue doing because her new guy was sooooo bad at it and she really missed me doing it. I must have had a look on my face because she giggled and said ‘no, it’s nothing like that. His massages SUCK. He has no clue what he’s doing….and you’re SO good at it. Would you mind if I stop by from time to time for one?’ Read more »