Prologue
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Lindsay moaned, slipping two fingers into the folds of her pussy. Umm! She arched her back off the bed to get greater penetration from her wet digits. Her other hand massaged her teenage breasts, squeezing the medium-size mounds and tweaking the nipples. She was so close...
Jamie moaned, slipping two fingers into the folds of her vagina. Hmm! She arched her back off the bed to get greater penetration from her moist digits. Her other hand massaged her fortysomething-aged tits, mass...

Ah, Venice Beach, California. In a different time, it was the coastal jewel of Los Angeles; boasting with babes, boardwalk, surfers, skaters, and body builders of all stripes. Today, it has been reduced to malaise of over-tourism, rampant price gouging, and one of the most visible representations of the city's unhoused persons epidemic. It's enough to make even the most cynical among us show even the tiniest bit of compassion for even a fleeting moment....

TITLE: Zack & his Ex's Dad - VERSION TWO
PLOT: A young man runs into the father of a former girlfriend on the street.
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Zack walked down the street as the end of the hot California sun shined down on him. Teens on skateboards and rollerblades flew past him and others walking. He had just finished running some errands and was heading back to his car to head home when he heard someone call out his name from behind him....

Diego blushed profusely when he followed her inside.
Jutta stood before him and looked him in the eye.
"I think I know what's the matter," she said emphatically. Her hand went to his groin and grasped the bulge in the fabric of his pants.
Diego continued to blush and did not say anything.
"Is it this?" Jutta asked and she squeezed the bulge. He shuddered and closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt ashamed....

Living Dolls 01
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I don't know IF magic is real or not though I have some objects that makes me believe that magic is real.
I say that I'm not sure IF magic is real or not because I grew up believing that REAL magic was for fantasy. I mean sure I had seen magicians do their thing but it's always just slight of hand or misdirection at play. I know that and still enjoy when a magician amazes me on television....

The Old Vacant Hotel
Chapter 31 - Mira gets punished for her Misdeed
Hi Douglas, Sugar Daddy once again, or do you want to catch me stealing? ???? my favorite ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines asked me on Monday morning, alluding to the two most enthralling and enticing roleplays the two of us had ever engaged in....

My friend leans forward. 'So you slept with young women first?' she's interested, finally.
I grin. 'Until my late teens.'
Honest to the Gods, if they're listening. I didn't truly fuck anyone else than women until I was nineteen.
See, Mom had me as a teen. And I don't mean 'she just scraped in' teen. I mean minor. It made life for us tough, but she's still my best friend. Still, I can't mention sex to her. Her religion too deeply ingrained, although she didn't pass it into me....

I have seldom written about myself and in a break from working with my disabled friends who want me to record their experiences and for me to publish on this site. This is a real true story and marks a new chapter in my life and a departure from my machine based sexual life for decades. As a menopausal woman of a certain age (not telling) I have a life of cycling, machine sex, family, machine sex, work part time, and now sex with a stranger!...

Old Flames 04 - Fansly (fiction, M29/F28, con, friends, exs, rekindle)
I looked at my old friend who I wanted to strangle at the moment as I said, "Show me!"
Josh looked at me quizzically before speaking, "Now Ke'in I don't think this is good for you."
I grabbed the bottle and growled, "Show me before I break this bottle over your motherfucking head."...

I rang the doorbell, exhausted and looking like it, suitcase in tow.
Alex answered the door. "Hey!"
"Hey!" I said, smiling awkwardly. "I know it's been a while and I look very different..."
"I know, it's a bit trippy! But I'll get used to it Isabelle, don't worry about it."
"Can I hug you?" I asked....

Is it casual now?
With apologies to Chapell Roan
Copyright © Catcher78 all rights reserved.
Author's Notes: This is a story about being second class in a relationship and embarrassing your lover. Some kind of shame. There is no under age sex here at all.
I was living with my boyfriend in my condo that my Grammy left me, when she passed. I was only fourteen when that happened....

My hands were tied tightly in front of me. I was naked and displayed on a kitchen table. My ankles were tied to the legs of the table so that I was perfectly spread apart.
"You look beautiful in this position, baby," Sam purred as he dragged his fingers lazily down my back. The sudden, unexpected touch sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me wanting more. I tried to move towards his fingers, but my restraints held my body tightly in place....

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. Since the readers enjoyed the first two parts, I decided to do a third insta...

Blackmailed Housewife
By Master John
Chapter one
Caroline was wondering where her husband had got to he had been due back hours ago and yet there was still no sign and he wasn't answering his mobile. The knock at the door when it came made her heart leap thinking that he was finally home so she didn't bother grabbing her dressing gown and went to the door wearing only her pjs....

Elizabeth Yellum was raised in a house where nothing ever dared to fall out of place. Glass-topped tables gleamed under morning light. Rugs were combed to perfection. Chairs were pushed in, shoes lined up, voices measured. Her mother smelled of rose water and disapproval. Her father spoke more to spreadsheets than to people. And she--she became the quietest kind of good girl....

This is a story about damsels in distress in the Regency period. It contains non-consensual bondage and bad period dialogue; reader discretion is advised.
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On the whole, Catchpenny Lodge was an unhappy building:—it had no sense of harmony, and many faults. Every thing was either too large or too small; the chimneys all smoked, and the modern plumbing did not work; most of its rooms were cold throughout the year. And like all new buildings designed to look old, it had a curious air of insincerity....

A balmy breeze blows through the open windows of the car. The midday sun sparkles off the water to the left, and green hills roll up to mountains on the right. I take a deep breath of sea-scented air, my hair blowing in the wind. I glance at my husband driving, then smile to myself and close my eyes. As we round a curve in the road, I feel the warmth of the bright sun on my bare legs as it streams through the open sunroof. I cross them provocatively, the miniskirt riding high up my thighs....

As the Pharaohs Do
Memphis. Modern day Giza Governate, Egypt: 1331 BC
It was the height of summer, and anyone with any sense was sheltering indoors while the light of the sun god above baked the world below with the heat of an oven. The air was filled with the scent of dry river mud, camels and hot sand, all of which was gently overlaid with the smell of the incense burning in a small brazier nearby. As nobles, sweet pungent herbs were thankfully one of the many luxuries that Hasina's family could aff...

I need you. And I can tell you need me.
We sit at a small table near an out-of-town bar, up front near the windows. It's a warm summer night, and after an evening stroll we have ducked into this place for a small bite and the cool AC. The black bar stretches halfway down the establishment, century-old wood and craftsmanship floor to ceiling. The dim overhead lighting leads past the small tables opposite the bar to a short hallway on the right for restrooms, and a gaming room at the back. The rock and alt...

Missy learns the hard way that late fees come with interest... and Mister always collects.
It was such a pleasant Sunday afternoon. Just me, an oversized sweater, glorious freshly shaved legs, hot green tea, and a tantalizing murder mystery. What more could a girl ask for?
Snuggled into the leather sectional in the living room, sunlight filtered in at that perfect angle where you feel like you're in some staged open house. All I needed was a record player to scratch out some smooth jazz for the atmosp...

A Bluetooth mishap leaves Missy exposed in the worst way possible... and Mister is far too entertained to let it slide.
So, I have a secret. I swear I'll tell Mister. One day. But for right now- it's just me and the trees that know what I'm about to do.
I'm lying on my stomach on top of the bed, enjoying the feeling of a slow, easy Saturday morning rolling by....

????️ TITLE: “I Fucked the Memories Out of Her”
She had a list.
Of rules.
Of boundaries.
Of things she wouldn’t do again.
She had a name she said she wouldn't call anymore.
A place she said she wouldn’t let anyone reach again.
But I found it.
And I didn’t knock.
I *entered.*...

"Wakey wakey." Kayla whispers in my ear, softly kissing my cheek.
Groggily, I wake up, feeling her weight on top of me and her nails digging into my chest.
I begin to reach for her, before realizing that she's tied me spread eagle to her bed.
My eyes widen, not even having felt her tie me up....

Authors Note: I thought I would try a straight BDSM story. The chapters were a bit short, so submitting them two at a time. Thanks to Helen1899 for the suggestions which got me started on this.
I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to reading your comments.
All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older. All of my works on this site are copywritten by CurrentParameter and may only be used or reused with permission....

Welcome back to Vesper Swan--where the monsters aren't the only things getting hunted, and sometimes a girl just needs to swallow something powerful to make it through the night. ????
If you're enjoying the heat, the bite, or the banter, don't be shy--leave a comment and a rating or tap that little favorite heart. I read every one (especially the juicy ones). Next chapter's coming soon, and things are only getting wetter... I mean wilder. ???? --Lilith...

You wounded me deeply, finding some kind of perverse pleasure in it, and I was thinking of all the things I wanted to say - do, while you stood there in the doorway lazily smoking your cigarette.
There was a self-satisfied smirk twisting your lips, and I closed my eyes; picturing me slapping it from your face, hearing the resounding crack, letting it echo through the halls of my mind, and feeling the fulfillment of my hand connecting with your cheek....

On Friday morning Carole was a wreck when Mark showed up for her morning ablutions.
Highly aware that her pussy was leaking steady streams out of both sides of her belt from the mix of fear, arousal, embarrassment, humiliation, and excitement that made her feel like she was drowning in a sea of sensation....

Chapter One
The unmistakable thud thud thud of marching feet woke Lady Arabella Symes from a deep sleep and she came to with a start, heart pounding under the flimsy silk of her nightgown. She slid out of the four poster bed and rushed to the window and stared out, parting the drapes with her long fingers so that she had a good view of the gravelled drive leading up to the fortified manor house. Stray wisps of moonlight glinted on the sharp tips of pikes and she shivered as she recognised the lobster pot...

My fourth gentle femdom experience
(This is a sequel to "My third gentle femdom experience")
Earning a better living -- or not...
Mistress Janet led me to my first visit to the basement -- it was air-conditioned like the other rooms in the house, so a naked slave like me would have no trouble coping with temperature. We descended a steep staircase and when we reached the basement, Mistress Janet turned on the light and I could see a narrow hallway with several doors on each side....

He awoke before his alarm- his cock aching inside its steel prison. Last night had been a particularly bad one. After watching his required 4 hours of porn every night consisting of studs shooting their loads into soft pussies unprotected by birth control, his cock continually ached from the unyielding confinement and inability to get erect or achieve anything nearing an erection. He knew that if he could he would rip his cock cage off and yield to the need to cum that had been building inside him for the l...