I had cycled to my local Indian superstore to buy some Pantyhose/tights for myself.
This always had me feeling nervous excitement and left me a bit jittery and clumsy.
I was wearing a pair of shiny sheer pantyhose under my trousers, and the constant sliding of material against material was extremely stimulating and erotic. Luckily my long top covered my constant erections....

Mark slowly stirred awake to the sound of clothes being flung around the room in a frenzy. He was about to roll over and go back to sleep until a pair of jean shorts landed on his chest, just barely missing his face. As he propped himself up on his elbows and rubbed the sleep from his face, he surveyed the scene....

BAGHDA MANSION KITCHEN
Each of the movers from earlier in the day had been assigned a workstation to "help" with dinner preparations. Groaning could be heard as if it was the chorus of a song playing on repeat throughout the room. Alejandro, the latino faggot with face tattoos, had his mouth and ass torn apart by his whole crew earlier in the day. Now he had been assigned dish duty alongside two small goblins. Well, they were small in stature, not dick size....

CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains themes of depression, suicidal ideation, and emotional distress. These moments are central to the characters' emotional journey. Readers should exercise discretion. If you need support, please consider reaching out to a mental health professional or someone you trust....

????️ TITLE: “I Sucked Her Taint”
She said no one ever did that to her before.
She said it like it was a joke. Like it was *dirty* even for her.
And then she spread her legs wider.
Not because she meant to.
But because her *pussy twitched.*
Like her body wanted me down there even if her mind hadn’t caught up....

Its the time of the day where we have the time to connect and endulge in each others world.
Please feel free to share some feedback as im working with various sounds to enhance the pleasure


Fits Like A Glove Claudia by HotAlphaKing













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This story contains male submission, female domination, female submission, exhibitionist, erotic, and BDSM themes. If you don't like these themes, please skip this story. If you're looking for a lot of detail about sexual acts, this is not the story you're looking for.
This story is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or incidents is purely coincidental....

Chapter 15 - The Dragon's Debrief
It was late, and Stafford Regional had all been shut down for the night. However, there was still one last light on, deep in the bowels of the athletic department. In the gymnasium, through the new locker room, and past the old ones was Coach Veiss's office. He often worked late, reviewing game plans, watching films, and screwing his team manager. Friday's game was against the Wildcats, and though they had a decent team, Coach wasn't worried. His victory might as well be...

Mark looked around warily as he shuffled from room to room in the stark white space. His friend had had to leave and he'd considered leaving too, but there were canapes and prosecco for free, so he'd stayed.
He wandered looking at the art, some of it pretentious, some of it beautiful, all of it wildly unaffordable. He felt very out of place among the sleek, well-dressed snobs around him. These people were in their element while he kept picking at his polo shirt, hoping it was lying well against his thin ...

Foreward
The last act of the trilogy.
Warning: I am attempting a reconciliation... of sorts. Not a RAAC.
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Previously on Daughter: Purgatorio
Giulia faced the slow burn of accountability head on. She began rebuilding trust with her children, navigating therapy, and learning to live with consequences. Her relationship with Tony thawed, not through grand gestures but quiet moments of honesty....

Work is a pain and it's only made even more painful by the presence of a disorganized workplace. One which is made up of people without any sense of teamwork ability. The type of people you wouldn't want to spend even a single second socializing with, but still forced to spend most of your day with. Such is the pain of many working people in this world....

Liz sat typing away at her office computer, going through the regular monotony of work. Back in the office and wearing a business suit with a Halloween-themed tie (it was nowhere close to October), she was back in the office and trying to keep focus. Most days that was no problem, but maintaining her concentration was proving rather difficult that day. It wasn't because of the work itself, nor even that she was just feeling tired, the problem was that she was distracted....

Despite Being a Clumsy, Weak, Masochistic Futanari, For Some Reason, I'm the Hero of a Weirdly Kind World.
Chapter 2: Can I get out of this cave already?!
The slime milked my slutty futa cock utterly stupid for seven hours.
Seven. Hours.❤
By the time it left, satisfied, I was an utter wreck; my silken skin drenched in sweat, my chest heaving, tits bouncing all over the place as I lay there covered in leftover slime and my own jizz. I couldn't feel my hips, my cock was wilting in defeat, and the ...

Chapter 1
After falling asleep while spooning Kim, Danny woke early in the morning to her pushing on his shoulder. After he rolled onto his back and yawned, he chuckled and asked, "Sorry, was I snoring?"
Kim climbed on top of him and answered, "Not really, I just wanted to lay on you." Then she scooted her hips down to his lap and laid on his chest....

Something had awoken in her. She had found a fire in her. A desire that wasn't there before. Having indulged the previous 2 weekends in carnal delights with two bi men and exploring her desires, she found herself wanting more.
We found ourselves waiting for his arrival for the third weekend in a row. Excitement buzzed through the house as tonight's activities would be a little more specific. Both my wife and her young lover had expressed interest while texting throughout the week in exploring some BDSM. ...

Charlie's head was spinning wondering what he was letting himself in for as Angela reached for the door handle and slowly opened it.
"Come, Charlie. Let us see what exciting things await you, shall we?" She smiled teasingly, and tugged on the leash fastened to the collar around his neck, walking into a small room. It was quite bare apart from what looked like a vintage leather pommel horse in the centre, a small cabinet on the wall and a second doorway on the opposite side....

Chapter Seven
Abruptly, Miss Caine lifted her bottom cheeks up and away from Rachel's probing tongue then, after standing up, she snapped at her companion to come and kneel down by the side of the copper bath tub. Stepping into it, Miss Caine sat down and sighed in pleasure as the hot water bathed her body with warmth before she ordered Rachel to wash her as she lifted one leg up out of the water. Grabbing the soap from its porcelain dish, Rachel slowly lathered it between her hands then rubbed the cream...

Chapter Eight
That evening, Mistress continued my instruction in the finer arts of card playing. I thought I was good but she seemed to be able to tell the odds at a moment's notice and to be able to read what I thought was the most expressionless face that I could muster. Baccarat was the game and I found myself comprehensively beaten, first at the card table and secondly over it as she lashed my naked bottom cheeks with a paddle until I thought that they would catch fire as the heat radiated from them....

Edward and Mia

All characters are over the legal age limit.
Warning: Alcohol is addictive.
This big, happy family lived at the end of a cul-de-sac. Well, that wasn't us; we lived next door to them. They were the Murphy's, Ella and John, with their two daughters, Sandy and Veronique. They were a happy family, always laughing, smiling, and joking around with each other. I never heard a fight or shouting, whereas things were completely different in our home....

This story is a work of fiction that is based on a real interview, where a reporter interviewed an anonymous man who had regular sex with his mother. This story is purely my imagination of what daily life could have been like for that man and his mother. This is not a romance story, as the son made it very clear they had no romantic interest in each other, despite having sex on a regular basis for years. Every premise in the story originated from that interview; however, the details and names are fictional....

This is a story of a teen girl who's off the rails. Stays out at night mixes with boys smokes weed and drinks alcohol. Her mother is worried sick and waits up all night for her daughter to come home. She is a single mum and confided in her sister the girls aunt about her. The aunt is now searching for her most nights! I am not a story teller I just want to give back to this great story site. Please be kind with your marking and no negative comments please....

"Juliana's Surrender"
Juliana stood by the kitchen sink, rinsing out a chipped coffee cup, her back aching the way it always did by mid-afternoon. She was forty-nine, a housewife whose days revolved around folded laundry, half-eaten yogurt cups, and the soft drone of daytime TV. Her body had softened over the years--chubby, womanly, with curves that once earned whistles but now earned second glances only from mirrors she avoided. Her breasts, impossibly large even in her youth, now strained her 38F bras-...

The next day we decided to go on a hike near a waterfall that was about a 1/2 hour away. We both had on our bikinis with sun dress style cover ups. At the risk of sounding vain, we both looked pretty damn cute. We got there around 11am and as a group we hiked up a small mountain. When we got to the top and they told us to go explore and meet back at the bottom in about 2 hours. We had the choice of staying at the top of waterfall and exploring or going back down and swimming under it. We decided since it wa...

There was a banner up at reception, it wasn't our full opening, not until the new units and spa were built and open next spring. But it was the first week all four of the complete cottages were to be let out. At a deeply discounted price as the guests all knew it was, well, all new.
This is the first story from our Guest Chronicles......

Emilly flicked the tip of the rod, the bright yellow and black beetlespin arching through the air to land in the water with a loud plop. The rattling chirp of a kingfisher and the honks of geese filled the humid air, Emilly glancing over at Lawrence as he gave his frog lure a jerk. The frog gave a pop with an expanding ripple around it, Lawrence waiting half a minute and then giving the frog another small jerk....

"It's kind of..." I began awkwardly, not sure how to describe it. "Well, it feels good," I said, hopeful but doubting that she would just leave it at that.
"I mean, I know that," she pouted. "But like, how does it actually feel?" she followed up, looking over at me curiously.
I was sitting on the couch in our living room. My daughter, Beth, had just gotten home from Summer School. She had turned 18 about a month earlier, and she would have graduated around that time too, if she hadn't flunked Geometry...

This story is a work of fiction. All characters are fictitious and 18 or older.
In the summer of 2009 I was deployed with the 101st in support of Operation Enduring Freedom. Other than the heat, the fucking sand, and the people trying to kill me it wasn't so bad. My buddies were there and none of us had been cracked so we were feeling pretty good about ourselves. We were six months into a 12 month deployment and coming up on R&R. We were slated for a four-day pass to Qatar and man were we looking forward...

The two characters in this story are 19 years old and 37 years old
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Mum Lends a Hand
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"So it's been like that for two hours now?" asked Eve as she sat next to her nineteen year old son Ethan's bed. "And it's not going away?"
Ethan, frustrated and humiliated, replied, "two hours and it hasn't softened even a tiny bit, no matter what I do."...

Well, I never intended to have 6 months between entries, but here we are. I am finally starting to find more writing time and, hopefully, getting better. See my profile for more details on my process and rough scheduled. As ever I am doing everything solo, so it does take time to outline, edit, and, have internal debates about whether the story is going the way I want it to, ha!...

Darkness: Through the Shadow.
I was not expecting to write a sequel to Darkness so soon but then I heard the haunting Lyrics of the song by Kris Kristofferson 1970. 'Help me make it through the night.'
The sequel wrote itself. The song provided structure and many lines that became commentary on the song and Russell and Fiona's lives. I cried many times in the writing so if you cry often have tissues handy....