A tale of Fire and Steel

# 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.”
― [**The Cavalier Club**](https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/47465497)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.

An Interrupted Threesome [MFM]

I previously met a couple online about joining them for a threesome. We had talked and ultimately they were cool with it, on the condition that I would hook them up with nice alcohol (and by nice, I mean like $50+ bottles of tequila and stuff. I know, I’m probably gonna get attacked by some liquor snobs).

They were about 6-8 years older than me and had kids, so we worked around their schedule. One day, while their kids were at school and one was off/the other worked from home, I came by (with the “goods”) for the first time. John was about my height (6 ft) but more muscular (and tattoos) with really short hair. His wife, Kate, was a bit curvy (more thicc than anything) with nice boobs and butt and tattoos on her torso, which were hot AF, and even some brigh colored streaks in her hair.

My Sister’s Best Friend [MF] Pt. 2

This story takes place about 2 weeks after the Bachelorette party. I literally could not stop thinking about that night. I never would have thought that night would have ended with my sister’s married best friend on her knees giving me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever received. I replayed that image over and over again in my head. Masturbating to the thought of it more times than I’d like to admit. I hadn’t spoken to her since the morning after which was just a brief hug and a goodbye before we went our separate ways. I obviously told no one that was at the party and I’m sure she didn’t either. It was our dirty little secret.

2 weeks had passed by and we had no contact with each other what so ever. We never really talked or met up unless my sister was there because she was the mutual friend. To my surprise, I received a text from her some random Friday morning. “Hey you! Mike & I (her husband) just bought a new TV. We were wondering if you could help us mount it on the wall, I know you’re good with that kind of stuff”. I work as an apprentice carpenter, and I’ve always been sort of a handyman. Her husband works as an auditor and doesn’t do much hands on work around the house. I responded with, “No problem. I get off around 4 today I could stop by after if that works?” “See you then!”, she replied.

Teenage Catholic Schoolgirl Gets Dirty After Being Picked Up From Class [barely legal, public masturbation, F]

My dad got off work early today, so I don’t have to take the bus home from school. I sit on one of the benches outside, waiting for his silver Buick to drive by. I feel a gentle breeze brush my hair across my neck, then blow beneath my skirt, caressing my bare pussy. I didn’t wear underwear today, because I wanted to try to rub my clit at school, but I was too scared. I can’t even imagine how much trouble I would be in if I got caught masturbating at school! Just then, I see my father’s car pull up in front of me. I grab my backpack and stand up, being careful to not reveal what’s beneath my skirt to the other students. I open the passenger door and sit down. “How was school today, mija?” My father asks. “Fine, I guess” I respond. “We have to stop at the grocery store on the way home” he says, driving away from the school. When we arrive at the store, I ask if I can stay in the car. “Ay, it’s hot outside today! Are you sure?” “Yeah, pa, I’ll be fine. I like the heat. You can just crack the windows.” Shrugging, he rolls down the windows slightly, then locks the doors. “Take your time!” I call out as he walks away.

The Cherry Milkshake [Mf] [age gap] [cutting] [masochism] [vaginal] [oral] [long-ish]

Names are not fleshed out for a reason:

So, I had this job at this ice cream shop throughout high school and we had a few regular customers I saw in the four years I worked there (from fifteen to nineteen). One was an older guy that often just bought a cherry shake. I’d make the shake when I saw him pull in and then, unlike any other customer, I would run it out to his car, he’d give me the cash for the food and always told me to keep the change. This was a man that paid for a two dollar order with a twenty religiously.

He got into the habit of only coming around when I was on shift and it was something my co-workers picked up on and teased me about because I was shy. In fact, I had a hard time calling out orders for people to come to the window to pick them up because my voice was so quiet that no one could hear me. They noticed he stopped coming around on their shifts because they stopped getting the eighteen dollar tip and I felt bad about it, one was a single mom and really needed the cash, so I stopped running it out to him and gave the order to her to take out while I did other things instead.

I (f) planned a fun surprise for my husband

I have been planning a surprise for my husband Chris for a couple weeks now and he has no idea. I was so excited for this that I was getting wet just thinking about it.
The following Saturday we got a sitter for the kids and we were off. We went to the hotel and started to get ready. I hopped in the shower and started to get dressed. I put on a very sexy lingerie outfit that was black. The top was so sheer that you could see my tots through it and the bottoms weren’t much better. I then paired it with my fuck me heels. When my husband came out of the bathroom from taking his shower he stopped dead in his tracks. He said I guess we aren’t leaving the room. I laughed thinking wait until he sees what I have in store for him. I told him to lay on the bed that he was going to get a massage.
Just then there was a knock at the door and in came Angela. Here’s part of your surprise I said to my husband. She took her coat off and she was dressed in an outfit just like mine. Angela was 5’7 and 150#. Her tits were a little bigger then mine and they were pierced. She was a redhead as I knew my husband likes red heads. She had a French pedicure and Chris was so enthralled. She then went and sat next to my husband and gave him a hot kiss. Angela told Chris to lay down and she started to rub his back pushing down hard. She said your so tense so she got in top of him and started using her tits to rub his back. He could feel them trying to come out of her top so I went over and took it off. I gave her a scorching hot kiss where my clothes ended up coming off. I told her to keep rubbing as I heard another knock at the door. I went to answer it butt naked and it was our dinner. I told the girl Emma to bring it in. She walked the cart in and said wow someone’s having fun! I looked over at the bed and Chris was now on his back and Angela was on top of him rubbing his chest. Chris didn’t even notice that Emma had come in and got embarrassed. I told him don’t worry honey here’s your surprise. Your fantasy is going to come true. Chris’s cock bounced right up and Angela said let’s get started! Emma was a smaller girl then Angela and I but still Chris’s type. She had 34c tits and a small waist with tattoo right above her Pussy She had red pedicure and her whole outfit was like mine and Angela’s but in red. She was also a redhead . I pulled some rope out of a bag and tied Chris’s hands to the bed post. I told him we are in charge and I swear Chris got even harder.

Getting to know people I’m college [f]

[This is a throwaway account for obvious reasons. I am in my mid-20s now, but this happened when I was 18-19. As it was a few years ago, I’m writing to the best of my recollection…].

I grew up in a conservative, middle-class family in the mid-west (USA). For college, I wanted to go to “the big city” and ended up in New York City. Despite (or maybe because of, who knows) my conservative upbringing, I found early in my freshman year that I had certain kinks – BDSM, 1950s housewife stuff, etc. I had never acted on any of my kinks and I didn’t want to act them out with guys on campus (both fear of being found out but also I wanted someone knowledgeable to introduce me to the scene). Somehow, I found my way on to fetlife and, as I didn’t know anybody in the city, figured I would try attending a “munch” to meet like-minded people.

A Day Of Realisation [Cuckold] [MMFF] [Training] [Mind Games] [Cheating] [Humiliation] [Oral] [Fiction]

This is a Follow on of my previous story “Things May Have Changed For Good” it acts as a stepping stone for a further story arc that i’m working on, and is a next day reaction and then a mischevious proposition from the dominant couple. I hope you Enjoy it, as always, feedback is essential so i would appreciate some ?

Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into “[consensual]” cuckoldry.…(Chapter One)

**The Christmas Party – 20/12/19**

Sarah wore her anklet to the party. I told her that I love it when she wears it. She doesn’t know what it means. She’s aware of a connotation to swinging but she dismisses it. My heart was racing, back in the summer, when she asked me to buy it for her. I had half an erection taking it to the till. I’d already spent a year trying to slowly coax her into becoming a hotwife. Our sex life had improved, we were more loved up than ever. She was dressing sluttier. But aside from that I’d come to think this was just a game in my head. A game that wasn’t going anywhere. So to me the anklet felt like a really big thing. To her probably meant nothing. When winter came she stopped wearing it.

But it came back out for the Christmas party. Especially for me (she said). I told her that I love it when she wears it. She came to the party wearing it. All my friends were there. We had a great time.

Alternative Currency (part two-The end) [Rough] [boyfriend’s father] [painful] [forced] [degradation]

B looked to the men of the Culper ring, horror on his face and he started to pull at the restraints, he tried to verbally protest but his jaw still ached too much to speak. Mr. Tallmadge walked over to him and leaned down, whispering something in his ear that made him stop resisting and look away from his dad.

Mr. Wilkins climbed over me, and though I didn’t think myself capable of crying anymore at this point, I did. I had never wished anyone dead in my life before, but now, as he lowered his lips to my breast and bit and sucked on me, I wished this coward of a man, this monster that had the audacity to touch me, knowing I was only in this situation because I loved his son and wanted his son safe, something he’d never once in his life even attempted to do for B, I wished him dead, painfully dead.