Emhyr Gharsham was a vampire who had long since left his past behind him. Growing up under the elder Marhav they culled the youths after 40 years, the equivalent of 10 human years, and each was raised to serve a purpose. There were other nests where they were trained to fill far more prestigious roles but under Marhav they were to be servants and soldiers, nothing more and nothing less. Emhyr had initially been selected to be a guard because of his physical feats, but his strength and speed would not be initially apparent when simply observing him. Vampires, unlike humans, do not have muscles proportional to their strength and a seemingly harmless one may in fact be incredibly deadly. This is especially true of those few that have developed unique traits. Aside from the universal abilities to turn into mist and extend their nails into long razor-sharp claws, a vampire with exceptionally powerful predecessors might develop the ability of accelerated regeneration or the conjuring fire from their claws. Emhyr though had naught to rely on but his pure strength. This wasn’t uncommon at his nest, Marhav had only ever seen one of their low-born kind develop a trait and even that wasn’t especially spectacular. Even rarer than that is a vampire who’s attuned to magic. Only the royals and some nobility were lucky enough to be granted such a gift on top of their traits.
Tag: Straight
Advent Kinkendar. December 1st.
Some of you may remember this, and it may be new to others.
The full thing is up and available on my Patreon.
Enjoy ;-)
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“What have I let myself in for?”
That was the main thought running through my head as I stood on the doorstep. Sure I was excited, exhilarated even, but that didn’t stop me also being incredibly nervous.
I guess I should give you the background first.
I’m Hannah, I’m 25 years old, I’m straight, and I’m a submissive. Specifically a service slut; I exist to obey others. I have some experience; mostly online, but the real life encounters I have had were incredible. So when I saw a BDSM advert online for an “Advent Kinkendar Experience”, I was intrigued. It was posted by a Domme of a similar age to myself offering just two submissives the opportunity for a 25 day BDSM package. Each day she promised a new experience for us to explore, with no expectation or requirement of commitment past the Christmas period.
About time(Incest F/D) Daughter travel backs in time with her mom to have fun with her dad.
***Inspired by the British film “About time”.***
***When Emma realizes that the women in her family get to travel back in time. She decided to have fun with her mom traveling to the past.***
At the age of 21, my mother told me that women in our family can travel back in time. She also told me that whatever happened has happened. So no matter what I change during my visit to the past, once I get back to the present, the session would end and the things would reset to whatever originally had happened. It’s like basically playing the game without saving. So there were no consequences.
Initially it was scary. I thought my mother lost her mind. But she asked me to experiment with it. She told me the rules. The rules were simple.
1. I have to be in a dark place like a closet or something. Close my eyes and think of the place I wanna go to. And when I open my eyes I will be there.
2. I can only travel back to my own past. I can’t travel back to the 18th century or something.
Welco[m]e to the Jungle – fingering a stranger in public in the middle of the Amazonas river
TBT my backpacking trip a few years ago.
They say you never travel alone.
But right now, I’m feeling like I’m very much on my own. I am the only gringo passenger on the old freight ship that will take me down the Amazonas river for the next three days. There is no private space, just two large decks where everybody sleeps in an open space. I’ve hung up my hammock on the top deck. From the cargo deck, I can still hear the noise of the workers unloading all the random stuff – TVs, chicken, oil barrels – they’re carrying down the muddy bit of river shore that serves as a port. The trucks look like they’re straight out of a seventies road movie, but dirtier.
FICTION: Men suck, but women lick
My boyfriend is a dickhead, which is why he cheated on me. I’m certain. I mean, I KNOW he cheated and am CERTAIN he did so because he’s a dickhead. And with Beth Myers, to boot. That blonde cunt.
Wait. I’m starting this story oddly. Let me start over: Beth Myers is a bitch. Wait, let me start again. Actually, let me switch to third-person narrator, so I can avoid ruining this story with my own personal feelings:
Ann’s boyfriend … Dick was a serial cheater, only Ann didn’t know it. His latest conquest was a twit named Beth, who he was dumb enough to fuck in his dorm room, despite the fact that Ann liked to pop in, randomly, between classes.
Ann knew she was hotter than Beth, which doesn’t really matter in this story, but it made her feel better, in general. Guys would regularly tell her she looked like Emma Stone, and not just because they both had red hair. Ann was smart, too. Not that it matters, she’d always say, because guys only care about how big your tits are.
[MFF] My first threesome with a younger couple
I’m new so sorry if this is too long or whatever. I’m a 31 F who gets called a MILF despite not having kids lol.
I secretly like younger guys (and girls) but always feel guilty going after them. Regardless, I was looking around and found a very cute couple on Tinder recently. She sorta looked like Miley from the Hannah Montana days but more blondish, and he was a cute skinny/fit (and hung) jock type. I’m skinny/petite and cute, nothing special. I matched with the girl and we got to talking, told me she was looking for someone to join her and her boyfriend because she wanted to experiment. I was in the same boat (straight but curious) and asked if they were ok with the age gap (they were both 19). She said she was and we exchanged numbers, verified and all that.
Time for a mind-melting shag before you leave forever? [MF]
This happened last week, I’ll include all the backstory because I like writing and I’m bored, but if you want to skip to the sexy bit I’ll mark where it starts. (I marked where the story starts and where the sexy bit starts because it’s way longer than I expected when I started)
Little bit of context. Firstly, me. I’m 5’7 (5’8 on a good day) with dark brown eyes, olive skin and brown hair that reaches just below my shoulders. I’ve been using the gym for a little while and started running so I’m in reasonably good shape, and it has done wonders for my butt which used to be pretty bony but now is quite full and lush. C-cup perky boobs, arms less lanky than they used to be but still not big.
Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F/F] Part 47-1
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=== ***Bella*** ===
“So, for a virgin you got a foul little mouth on you.”
Chris’ panicked face really got me worried. Then he said that he got so into the act that he forgot to pull out and came inside of Alexa’s unprotected womb. Such a bad boy! I sent him to go and get a pill.
“I-I’m sorry. I got excited,” she said as she laid back, “I… I may not be as pure as you think.”
“Oh, no shit,” I laughed as I went over to her. I went in between her legs, looking down on her. “Listen, this is a personal rule of mine. He comes in me FIRST when we’re all ready to start having kids, understand? You don’t get to cut in line.”
“A-Alright, I got it mom,” she sighed. She doesn’t call me mom ironically, or sarcastically, she does it out of affection, “um, c-can you take me underwear shopping? I want to buy some that he likes.”
“Of course baby,” I squealed. I like underwear shopping, especially if it’s to appeal to Chris’ fetish. I bent down and looked at her spent pussy, looking at how it glistened with Chris’ seed. I couldn’t help but have a taste.
Bored at Christmas [MF]
Posted this one on another subreddit a while ago, but thought it would fit better here.
It’s about 10 pm on a Saturday evening, and I’m bored and kinda lonely. I’ve been back at my parents house for about a week, since it’s Christmas time, and at this point we’re kinda talked out. On top of that there’s a curfew in place these days, due to the pandemic, so there’s no way to go out and meet people either, and it’s not really time to sleep yet since I got up really late today. I let out a long, flat sigh and let myself fall onto my old bed.
The worst thing of all is probably that, since I’m in my old hometown, I haven’t seen my girlfriend in a week, and honestly I’m becoming horny as hell. Today I was trying to get some work done for college, but it was absolutely no use – anytime I would settle down to try and read something, my thoughts would immediately go to different, more pleasurable activities. I’m guessing it’s due to habits, or withdrawal more like; Kat and I usually have sex a couple of times a day, at least when we have a lot of free time.
My wife’s co-worker and I had an instant connection, continued [MF] [anal, oral, bondage] [cheating] [forced orgasm]
“Will, there’s some woman calling in. I told her you were busy, but she says it’s urgent?” The receptionist, Marlene, leaned through the door into the conference room. “Says her name is Erica.”
I made a pained expression, then flashed an apologetic shrug to the room — a half dozen of my colleagues. “Erica, no last name? She say who she’s with?”
“Nuh-uh,” Marlene shook her head. “She wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Something about a listing, but I thought Tony said you weren’t doing listings anymore.”
“I’m not,” I said, “Give it to Pam.” Pam had taken the sales spot I’d vacated last month.
Marlene hesitated. “Umm. She said she only would talk to you. She was pretty clear about that.”
I sighed.
“She said something about being in your pocket,” Marlene continued, “Or from your pocket or something. I didn’t understand.”
Pocket? What?
“It’s ok, Will,” said Freddie, my boss, “We could use a break anyway. My coffee’s run out.”
Then the pieces began to click, my eyes began to widen. “Thanks, Freddie, everyone,” I mumbled, distracted. Erica Cheung, my wife Nancy’s co-worker, who last month at a dinner party shoved her panties in my pocket. “I’ll, uh, reschedule this.”