The eyes don’t lie

Souls come in different shapes and sizes, some carry troubled paths, but that doesn’t stop them from reaching the happy place, though some have no choice but to go on a zigzag of roads to get there.

MIA, a curvy girl, in her 20s, tattoos, beautiful green eyes and ginger hair. The contrast of the colours is appropriate to her personality, as the natural kindness of the green gets lit on fire through the pressures of pleasing those who hold power to her. (And she also smokes weed….)

Troubled times have gone by, family turmoil, relationships gone bad, everything was an option, even the bitter end.

But… a blonde Angel had arrived….
A girl with the key to her mind, combined with the genuine joy of discovering it, not to ruin it.

It was a match made in heaven, with some detours to hell, as these two girls knew how to bring each other to the most extremes of joy in the bedroom.

From weeks of teasing, where one would be deprived of Cumming, being edged again and again, sometimes tied, incapable of moving, to river of squirt gushing from both ladies, in a display of pleasure, they were fulfilling each others desires. After long, MIA felt wanted, she felt cared for. Her deepest fears cleansed with the assurance of the blonde Angel.

[FM] Catching her son jacking off and not looking away… [incest] [masturbation]

Good evening everyone and Merry Christmas to all celebrating! I have for you my next commission from a fellow Redditor who wanted a custom written story for her specific fantasy.

This is going to be the first of 6 parts for this particular Redditor, so please, as always, let me know if you enjoy! Comments and DM’s are always open and I love hearing from you! Finally, if you’d like your own story(ies) let me know and we can discuss!
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Jenny came home from the office early after a particularly grueling meeting. “Fuck, I need to relax a bit.” She opened the front door, let down her hair from its tight bun and the blonde fell straight to her shoulders. She kicked off her shoes once she entered the house and made her way over to the couch. “Veg out in front of the tv for a while? Yes, please.” She grabbed the remote off of the coffee table and dropped herself to the couch.

A Naughty Christmas Carol Stave 1: The Sugar Plum Fairy [20s M/F] [Masturbating/Teasing]

Clutching my cock with both hands, stroking it like the world is ending, I lay on my blankets. My eyes stay focused on my enormous 4k television (the one I’d struggled to mount on the wall just for this purpose) as I watch the beautiful blonde woman riding the monstrous cock of some dude whose face was off camera.

The video is from that guy’s point of view. He might have been a plumber or a rich guy ramming his babysitter, but as far as I could care, it’s my cock slipping in and out of her clean-shaven pussy.

Her skin has a rich glowing tan, and the stark difference between the man’s skin and her sun-kissed warmth is delightful. The camera switches to show her jiggling backside. She’s riding him hard and fast as he plays with her ass, revealing her enticing asshole. He presses his thumb into it.

She smiles at his antics, looking over her shoulder at the camera, right into my heart, before she lets out a moan that fills me with aching need. I can almost feel all the pleasure racing up and down her spine, the pleasure the man must surely be undergoing as this bronze goddess renews her efforts.

Are all teachers secretly naughty? [FM]

I matched Claire on tinder, she had recently broken up with her boyfriend but I think they were still chatting potentially at the time. Anyway Claire was a good looking girl, blonde, tall and slim. She also was just an all round pretty girl, amazing legs and fairly well sized pair of tits.

She was a teacher, very much not the stereotypical teacher look. She liked partying and going to raves so I definitely knew she was going to be up for some fun but maybe not quite as naughty as she turned out to be. I’ve met a few teachers from tinder and without fail they have been really wild, must be something?

We agreed to go for some drinks, there was some light flirting beforehand, exchanged some of our naughtier stories so we knew where the night would likely end but we never made any formal arrangements to stay at hers, no dirty pictures exchanged.

Cumming home for Christmas [FM] (30f)

‘Twas a few nights before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
But that’s not strictly true, as something *was* stirring,
For under a duvet a vibrator was whirring.
I was attempting to relieve my frustration,
By applying some liberal clitoral stimulation.
Though I was having success, and my toes they did twitch,
It just wasn’t enough to fully scratch the itch.
I sought something more substantial in her Christmas stocking,
To put it quite bluntly, I needed a cock-ing.
For a festive family gathering is great, with one snag,
It presents next to no opportunities to shag.
I’d been home for three days; a Christmas vacation,
And my sex life had halted, a total cessation.
Until then I’d been active, after all, ’tis the season,
Not that I needed to justify the reason.
In short, I was horny. I needed some action,
To get out and find some mutual attraction.
So despite the later hour, and some of my family sleeping,
Out of the house I found myself creeping.
(It wasn’t that late. Maybe just gone twelve?
Certainly enough time for my plans not to shelve)
Wrapped up in layers, looking quite the sight,
I ventured out into the cold winter’s night…

Cheap [FM]

I would have been your perfect little slut. Sucking your cock whenever I felt like it, purely because I needed to taste you all over again. Getting you frustrated by playing with myself just to torture you with my breathy moans.

Watching me come apart with my own fingers and hearing you say: “You’re pathetic, do you really think that you can pleasure yourself as well as I can?” Just to watch me bring myself to orgasm straight after and smirk at you.

Getting angry and punishing me for getting off without permission. “Greedy little whore.” You’d say whilst grabbing me by the hips and dragging me towards you on the bed.

Forcing me to keep my legs apart as you dined on my sweet little pussy. Edging me over and over again until you decided I’d had enough. Then fingering me as you wrapped your hand around my throat and smiled down at me.

Watching me trying to keep my eyes shut so as to not give you the satisfaction of knowing you got to me, but hearing me pant and moan. Feeling me writhe and squirm to get away from you.

Emergency Sex Technician: Xxxmas (MF, FF, Anal, Rough/Forceful, Joy to the World) Part 2 of 2

Continued from part 1…

Watching my own pole act. As another blink came to my eye. Yes, Dancer had been a dream cum true when she had wished upon me. And now that I have her and that tender fucking pussy glaring right at mouth level, I shall enjoy.
Licking that little trembling piece of flesh. Sucking on both lips as her right one fell. The small jerk that I gave to Dancer’s left lip. Letting my tongue tease the hole. Tease it, then eat it. Suck down all of her cum while feasting on that piece of round steak, that quivering little cream hole that my tongue is filling!
“Maybe I shall take you to bed” I asked. “Would you like that?” I know this is just a tease for her because she is already a part of the team, of Santa and his nine frisky Whore Deer. But letting them decide. Giving free will back to my team of horny little women sure gives them the better orgasms that way.
Taking her by the legs, pressing my tongue into her asshole. Feeling the shake coming from her. Not forced, not coerce but straight from her loins. “So should I take that as a yes?” Not wanting to leave her with a half eaten pussy my tongue continued to lick and dip into that inverted pussy.

Emergency Sex Technician: Xxxmas (MF, FF, Anal, Rough/Forceful, Joy to the World) Part 1 of 2

“High temperature today is two degrees. If you ask me I would say that there is a warm wind blowing across the tundra. The low temperature for tonight is at negative thirty five with a good possibility of snow” the radio barely received the weather report. “Ah, the life above the arctic circle” as my gloves hand reached for the handle cutting the radio off mid sentence. “What they don’t know” feeling the laugh growing in my stomach. I stood outside my truck, pushing the door shut. It is true that this “warm” day is quite unusual for this time of year. And with that I let the laugh roll out of my gut with gusto! “HoHoHo” seemed to echo across the tundra as I stared at my Whore Dear barn and stable.
Now I know what you are thinking. “They are reindeer not some little tramps. And where are the elves? Aren’t they supposed to be the ones taking care of your ride?” Well, yes and yes if you believe the rumor that was spread so long ago about me and my, Um, annual stops. Bringing toys to the deserving and leaving rods for the bad. But one little tincy thing.
Hefting the barn door open just wide enough for me to squeeze through. “It is time that you, my faithful reader learn the truth behind Santa Claus. It is true that I only make my appearance one night a year. That I sprung from house to house sliding down the chimneys of so many homes. Good girl Vixen” the sound of metal teeth seemed to echo in this large great room attracting all my naughty little deer’s ears.
Taking a deep breath of the spiced scent that wafted through the air. The feel of her hand as it closed on my chimney was something that I had been dreaming of. With a tug my chimney was freed from its prison.

Love Pill: Generations Ch.01

This series is a direct sequel to my best selling series [Love Pill](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/zic8b3/love_pill_part_19_final_chapter_12/)

**Chapter 1**

Even with the downpour, my mother’s voice sliced through the air, silencing the background chatter.

“Heidi.”

My sister straightened up, tightening her grip around the stem of her umbrella. “Yes, Mommy?”

“Come here, sweetheart.”

Everyone unanimously moved aside to allow my sister space as she stepped up the stone steps, black umbrella in one hand, damp flowers on the other.

My sister stepped beside our mother. They mumbled to each other for a moment before Heidi nodded, then squatted down to place her bundle of flowers against the statue of our father.

Yes, a fucking statue.

Apparently, our mother didn’t think a headstone was enough. She had bought out a massive area of the graveyard and had a sculpture built for her husband.

Did he deserve the statue?

No. Today marked his two years passing, but honestly, even if cancer didn’t take him, I would barely recognise any difference in my life.

My first t4t

The five years leading up to becoming myself were lasckLUSTer due to depression and self repression. Egg cracked in January of ’22. They say hrt nukes your libido until your body adjusts to the meds. Not for me.. my first week had me getting off the old fashioned way no less than twice a day. Wanted to use my original hardware for the first time in a long time which was off-putting at first because I’m a subby bottom at heart. The next three months or so go by and I have little motivation to use my Aneros progasm I bought when I was 18 even though when I have lewd thoughts I can feel butterflies in my prostate.

Fast forward a few more months I download grindr. Change my cringy profile from years prior to a discreet boymodingtrans girl with a couple body shots showing off my toned body in a couple different cute outfits from the years testosterone. Mostly just dick pics and chasers looking for a quick hookup. Chat with a few trans girls, but nothing comes of it. End up going to the opening Michigan night game in A2. Had a blast. In my down time I’m constantly checking grindr. Brother drives home so I have a chance to see if any local girls hmu.