THE HEART-SHAPED HOT TUB

Hey everyone, happy Friday! I would just like to thank everyone who ended up reading “the Atom Bomb”! All of your upvotes mean the world to me!

The idea for today’s story; a VERY enjoyable time in a hot tub, was based on an original concept from
u/RepulsiveAd2495, and it’s over twice as long as my last short story. So please, sit back, relax and enjoy yet another gassy blast to the past. Happy reading!

FETISH DISCLAIMERS: Farts, feet & masturbation.

CHAPTER ONE:
A WARM WELCOME

The avocado green AMC Gremlin pulled up to the main building of the Cupid’s Notch Resort.

“Finally, we’re here”, said Tara Olsen. “Two-and-a-half hours behind the wheel is more than enough for me. That traffic was crazy! I’ve gotta get some rest before we can think of doing anything tonight.”

“Don’t be such a spaz Tara, you’ve gotta relax! We’re gonna have the time of our lives these next few days and I don’t want you ruining it! We might have dodged a huge bullet by leaving Cindy back in the city, but I don’t want you ruining it in her place.”

Groped, Betrayed, Blackmailed…A New Chapter [non consensual] [humiliation] [oral]l

Part 3

Vicki and Bruce

School would be starting in about a week and a half. Thankfully the first week was a short one, giving the teachers a chance to make last minute preparations and adjustments. Vicki had everything ready in her classroom. Having gone through the ritual so many times she pretty much knew what to do, and how to get ready for the new class. She also knew Lisa would be at school, still working, making sure everything was perfect. Vicki wanted to see her and let her know she was back and okay. At least she would tell her she was okay.
The next day she stopped by and Lisa was in her room. She put on as cheery a face as she could, so she wouldn’t be frightened when she saw her. She told her she didn’t want to go into any details, maybe later she’d feel like it, but not now. She said she was ready to start back to school to take her mind off things. She then changed the subject, trying to make small talk with her friend. Lisa caught Vicki up with things going on in the school system, including the startling news that Bruce Wilson, the school system attorney had abruptly taken a leave of absence and may resign, citing mental and physical exhaustion. He had also closed, at least temporarily, his law office. Vicki said nothing, acting surprised. As she left the school that day, she determined she needed to talk to him.

How my ex became my FWB [FM]

Let’s start with some background. M and I had been together for several years and there’s always been great chemistry between us. Life happened, we broke up, he started seeing this girl and we stopped talking for a couple months. I reached out to M cause I needed support with some family issues he knew about and the door opened to us hanging out again.

A place near M’s work was hosting a free yoga class and I just had to go. A free yoga class and I get to see my best friend I haven’t seen in ages? Done. After a good workout, I texted M to come say hi to me. We met up and he tells me that he’s no longer with that girl anymore. Of course this intrigued me and what he said next took me over the edge. He told me how he wanted to get fit, he’s changing up his style to how he always wanted to dress, is getting his ears pierced later that day, and that he wants to get so hot that women get intimidated by him because they know they aren’t on his level. Him saying all that made me hot with rage and lust. How dare he stand there in front of me, showing off how he’s grown into this confident sexy man. If he’s going to put himself on display like that, then I am too. I told him how hot I think his new style is and how sexy it is seeing him become this person he’s always wanted to be. As a friend, it made me genuinely happy to see this change in him but also it made me want him to fuck me ‘til I couldn’t walk.

The Warrior of East Veria’s Final Fight [M32/F29] [Rape] [Battle] [Rough] [Fantasy] [Size Difference] [Snuff]

TW: I’ll be honest with you, this is pretty heavy stuff. If you’re worried that any of the above might be too much, don’t read on

Side note: Please let me know what you think. This is my first time trying erotica, let alone something this heavy

Even from her spot in the shade, behind the large, iron portcullis, she could feel the heat radiating from the sands outside. The murmur of the crowd on its other side made her heart beat a little bit too fast and her hairs stand on end. *Barbarians*, she thought to herself.

Anise checked the leather straps on her shield, ensuring they were fastened tightly and swung the short sword around, feeling for the weight. Nothing like her Dawn Riser, but it would have to do. Here, in this moment, she knew this was the last bit of peace she was going to have for a long while. No prisoners sneering at her, no guards watching her, just a moment before she had to fight for her life.

The portcullis began to rise, iron creaking on stone and the rhythmic sound of chains echoing in the small chamber as slowly the gateway into hell opened before her. She stepped out into the sun, eager to get this over with.

Hypnosis and the Hound III

I was waiting at the Michael’s office, Leashholder Therapy, doing post run stretches. The three km was enough to build up a good sweat and really loosen up my muscles, but it gave me too much time to think about Michael. Every time I stopped myself from thinking about Michael, I found myself thinking of Pan and Priapus, his two Great Danes and the threatening red rockets they sported when they sniffed my arousal. I shut down that line of thought, but it only brought me back to remembering Michael reaching down to help me up. In my mind, he was no longer reaching down to help me up, but to put a stainless steel choke collar on me, as he had his two dogs. I tried to remember how Michael looked when we were both standing, but in my mind, I only wanted to see him from the position of kneeling in front of him.

God I am glad I sweat. No woman in the world may have ever said that, because sweat is embarrassing. It is less embarrassing than what it hides. I am so glad I ran the three km to get here, because otherwise the wetness of my yoga pants would advertise to Michael that my pussy was soaked to the point I had no choice but to run to a man not my husband to confess my problem.

Hypnosis and the Hounds II

I looked at the card. It was 0530hrs, and too early to call. I looked to see if there was any other contact information, and there was a link to a website.

LeashholderTherapy.org

I felt a shot of lightning begin in my brain, arc across my nipples, arch my spine almost to the snapping point before igniting my pussy.

Leash holder. Michael as the leash holder. Michael as MY leash holder. I cupped my hands to my breasts and began to stroke the sides.

His dogs were brutes, massive dominant fierce creatures but he had them under absolute control. They didn’t fear him, they obeyed him naturally. He was the leash holder, they were his. She remembered being on her knees in front of him, head on the level with the collared dogs, she remembered the shock of desire in her core to see him like that. To see him from her knees.

Caressing my breasts, allowing her fingers to graze my nipples but not grasp them, I thought about reaching for my vibrator, but stopped. No, He didn’t tell me to use it. I pinched my nipples and groaned, remembering the huge red threatening length of Pan and Priapus. Huge cocked dogs who looked at her like a bitch in heat. Who made her feel like a bitch in heat.

The Activewear Tease – Part 1[f/M][NC][Bondage][Humiliation]

The Activewear Tease – Part 1: Home Alone

It was a warm Wednesday morning, and Emily was home alone. The young eighteen-year-old was going to spend the day playing video games in her apartment, but Brian had other plans for her…

God…She looked so good in her slutty little active wear she loved to wear, Brian though, to show off her body to tease not only Brian but every other guy she came across. Today she was dressed in her dark gray matching sports bra and leggings with little black slip-ons

Brian slides the back door open and enters the house with ease. Emily too distracted playing her video game with her headphones on, she fails to see the intruder move into her house.

“Ohmygod! W-who are you!? How did you get in here! Get out before I call the cops creep!” Emily exclaims, jumping out of her chair, glaring angrily at the intruder in her house. Her heart racing. Brian just stares at the girl, looking her up and down, her little black slip-on shoes, her grey leggings, and black sports bra.

The Taste of a Coworker v2 [FM][Cheating][Office][Oral]

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I dusted off a story I wrote years ago and tried to spruce it up. Constrictive criticism is welcomed.

Be warned this is a slow burn with perhaps little payoff. It’s mostly backstory, anticipation, and plays out in as realistic a way as possible…which isn’t always the sexiest I suppose.

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When they moved my team into a new location in the building, it didn’t take long for Liz and I to become friends. Married with an infant nearly the same age as my 2nd child, we had plenty to talk about. Sleep cycles, tummy time, funny kid things, annoying kid things, diapers. Her personality is bubbly I would say, definitely a slow to anger type individual who, although we may complain nonstop, she’s still smiling and laughing.

Liz has a medical condition which forces her into an extremely healthy diet. Because of this diet she is petite, with minimal curves. Still, she has beautiful golden shoulder length hair, pale to fair skin, and a wonderful easy smile.

She wanted to get out of her maternity clothes and was maybe rushing back into her regular clothes but thanks to being a new mother she was filling out her clothes a little more than usual. Mind you she was easily an A cup.

[FFM] My first big breakup, my first threesome, my first woman, my first man over the age of 60, my first giant cock

Adam and I got together when I was 23, during our first time at Glastonbury Festival. We made out during Flaming Lips, and we kept making out, and kept seeing each other, until it became clear to us and everyone around us that we were indeed in a relationship. He was a couple of years younger than me. It was fun for several months. We’d talked about going back for our first anniversary, but by that time things had gotten pretty sour. We were arguing constantly; Adam’s drinking was taking a toll. I wasn’t enjoying drinking that much, and usually opted to retreat to the bedroom when he inevitably insisted on getting some cans in. It made him irritable and hostile, which (as well as finding empty Oranjeboom cans all over the house I shared with two friends who weren’t that keen on him) made me irritable and hostile. So we fought a lot. I told him that I wasn’t prepared to get drunk in a field for three days with things the way they are. He went by himself, and I spent our anniversary watching films.

The Park

December 14 2021

The Park

Michael and I headed to the park in his neighborhood.  Funny thing is it’s in the same area as the Perfect Blend.

The park wasn’t much of a park it had a rusty swing set and slide. That’s about it.  We sat on a bench talked and then started to make out.  I had noticed he was wearing sweatpants, which I thought to myself that is convenient.

I slid my hand down his pants and stroked him while we made out.  Occasionally someone would walk by and my I’d pull my hand out until they passed and we just looked like a couple on a bench.

“it’s a good thing I didn’t start blowing you yet” I sort of joked. 

I fully intended to blow him. It had been so long since I had dick in my mouth so I was determined to have this go down.  After a few more minutes of stroking him. He said ,

“Go for it now there is no one around…”