While I was headed to the beach, to the invitation of my dear friend, Tamara, a 18 years old charming Latina who had a really kind soul, and whom I was to meet for the first time, excitement ran through my body. I'm a guy in his late 20s, going on a trip in America to this beach everyone kept talking about being quite good, yet not so crowded....

"I'm here!" Jack exclaimed as he barreled towards us. Nicole grabbed ahold of him as he slid to a stop, his eyes wide with panic.
"She's in there." Nicole said calmly and gestured towards the room behind us. Sophie's screams rang through the hallway. "Just, uh, be prepared."
He gulped down a breath and nodded. We stepped aside and watched as he entered the room....

A quick bit of fun to lighten the mood.
My name's Mike and I met my wife, Stacey, at the grocery store. I know the most romantic place to meet someone ever. We met in the cereal aisle as we both reached for the same box of Cheerios. For some reason, we hit it off, and I asked her out to dinner. We both were young, she was 18 and I was 19. Stacey was a virgin, and I wasn't much past being one myself. She worked at the bank as a teller, and I worked at a warehouse driving a forklift....

A dominant young woman and her boyfriend blackmail and sissify a fellow student at university after he was caught secretly recorded them having sex. Liam becomes more compliant and starts to participate in his own sissification. Suzanna reconsiders the blackmail and offers Lianne an alternative.
Tags : transgender, BDSM, fetish, femdom, gay, sissification, feminisation...

*** Author's note. This is the conclusion to this story but there may be some follow ups down the line. It helps to read the first three parts first.
I slept through the night without waking with a cock in me. I realized as I began to stir that I kind of missed it. Regardless, it was an amazing night. Walking around dressed fully en femme and then being fucked in the middle of the pool deck amongst hundreds of people was the highlight of my sex life to that point. I got up and made my way to the bathroom...

A Good Deed
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
I had always thought of myself as being about as heterosexual as you can get. I mean I have always loved women and making love to women, and I could never imagine ever having sex with a man, but my eye was caught by an image of a beautiful transwoman, and it just got me thinking. It was on a video I think, and she was saying about how much she wanted to be completely female and that meant being more of a woman than somebody born that way. Like a hyper-wo...

Disclaimer
This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. Partial credit for his story was based on feedback from a fan, which gave me an idea to take the story in a different direction--innocent my ass....

My name is Alice and I am Daddy's Good Girl. I have written about my experiences before and this time, I'm going to tell you about my latest birthday and the present that Daddy gave me.
Previously, I wrote about how Daddy makes birthdays special occasions for everyone in His family. Daddy puts a lot of thought into creating special events for our birthdays based on how well he understands each of we Good Girls so we all look forward to them....

Ever since as far back as I can recall, I've always been a fan of strong women. That and a number of things shaped my desires over many years. Some triggers are much more powerful than others. Two things that stand out for some reason are women in soft or heavy sweaters and bondage. Combining the two is almost overwhelming but those are different stories. The one I share today is a transition from online roleplay to real life (. or RL as it's called in the online world)....

I didn't even believe in that kind of stuff. But I was falling apart, and desperate people try strange things. I had lost track of how long it had been since the breakup. Or maybe it hadn't been that long. Time didn't feel real anymore, just the same thoughts looping endlessly in my head. Work was worse: every morning I sat in front of the screen hoping some task would pull me in, save me. But it didn't. Nothing did....

The rest of the week passed in a haze of tasks, obedience, and routine. After the intensity of the weekend, things settled into a rhythm. Goddess became increasingly absorbed in planning for her retreat. She spent most evenings on video calls with Mistress Godiva or reviewing online resources, barely acknowledging me except for commands. My days were filled with chore lists, foot massages, laundry, and preparing her meals exactly as she liked them. I didn't question it. I didn't speak unless spoken to. I wa...

????️ TITLE: “You’re Not Gonna Remember His Name After This”
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Say his name again.
Go ahead.
Whisper it like a shield.
Like a spell.
Like it’ll keep you dry.
But baby—
That name doesn’t matter anymore.
Because I’m not just in your head.
I’m not just under your skin.
I’m *between your legs*—...

Another 'Let's Play a Game' Request
Here's what I got:
1) bedroom
2) sweet but sadistic, boyfriend. No degradation.
3) mmf, tied up, nipple torture, instructions, lots of squirting, blindfolded, at ur mercy, multiple orgasms, long and torturous
I love this one!!


Messy Little Plaything by FriendlySadistNZ...

In this dream my arms are straight over my head, my wrists are cuffed and the cuffs chained to the ceiling above. I'm naked. A thin tube of hollow glass, about the thickness of an oral thermometer, has been inserted down my penis, with an X of white tape covering the "eye", keeping it inside.
The room I'm in is rather large. I'm alone, for now. The walls are windowless and white, or light grey. The floor is a darker grey--linoleum. The ceiling tiles are white and perforated, broken only by the long beds,...

Chapter Six
Walking upstairs to her room naked and even being inspected by Dawson's dark eyes on the way hardly worried Rachel at all. She also passed one of the maids who giggled for a moment then dropped her eyes to the floor hurriedly when she noticed Miss Caine following Rachel a few paces behind....

Disclaimer and info:
The category could also be Mind Control, Loving Wives, Fetish. There's also some subtle lesbian nuance in the air.
If you're sensitive about female domination, degraded male, domestic violence, infidelity, cheating spouses, cuckoldry; this story is not for you.
I suggest checking the tags first....

Postscript
I found this diary on the stand in my slave quarters last night. I have no idea who Wonder Cunt is, or Elizabeth Childs for that matter. Yet, I can't help but feel akin to her. Like me, she was abducted and has undergone the slave training. I may even be in the same room in which she wrote this diary. And I recognize many of the masters that held her as they appear to be the masters that are now training me....

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
This story is light and not a lot of kink, but it's continues the story of Fred and Clair.
Enjoy.
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This story involves "consensual non-consent" between a loving couple. Please do not read if such topics may be disturbing for you.
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My master called me into the living room. Thomas doesn't care for the term "master", as he feels it's trite performative. He prefers simply, "owner". I had been puttering around in the kitchen and tossed the dishtowel I was using over my shoulder. The clean white linen contrasted nic...

Trigger warning: As in earlier chapters, the relationship depicted here involves abuse - emotional, psychological, and, in this chapter, also physical. The narrative frames this abuse through layers of mutual rationalization, making it all the more important to state plainly: what's happening here is coercive and harmful, even when the main characters don't name it as such. This is also by far the darkest chapter so far - please proceed with caution....

Thanks for all the love and some feedback. Didn't anticipate continuing this story, however, I'm interested in finding out where Arthur and Skylar go from here!
Midnight Reunion Ch. 02
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"Skylar, we need to talk." I said.
My baby sister looked up at me, red eyes scorning me for how I've treated her....

This story continues on from opening week it's a couple of years on.
This story inculds descriptions of violence
As i stated in 2040 the U. S government allowed members of families to marry. There are rules all have to be over 21, mentally stable, consenting and no pregnancies if heterosexual marriages....

Author's note: I'm test driving the. rtf format for another story and I wanted to see how this plot line played out. It came together faster than expected so I'm anxious I missed something.
My dad adopted me when I was two or three years old. I never met my birth father until I was in my teens. He wasn't a total jerk to me, but I could tell why my mom divorced him. What's weird about being adopted when you're very young is that you don't notice anything at first. Even after I met my birth father, I still...

On a particularly warm Saturday afternoon last May I was doing a little gardening when my phone rang, it was niece Jenny. She asked if I was going to be home because she had something for me. I told her I would be, and she said she would be over shortly. Truth be told, I loved it whenever I got to see her. Theres a few reasons I like being with her, but the one that is tops for me is that she is not only beautiful, but she also has the sexiest body on a young girl that I have ever seen. I'm a widow now for ...

"Billy, be quiet," I whispered. I thought I heard something.
"Nikki, what was that?" he whispered. I heard the footsteps. I heard his footsteps.
"Oh, my God!" I whispered, "Get these off! Get these off!"
The door slammed open and my boyfriend quickly skirted away from me. In the shadow of my father, Billy looked barely a man....

Hi. I have been holding in something that happened to me two weeks ago, and I couldn't muster the courage to tell or talk about it to any of my friends. Topics like these are quite uncomfortable for me, and specially in this case, it was downright impossible for me to tell it to any of my friends without them judging me. Specially in a place like India, I couldn't share it with anybody. So, I am here. I have been reading stories here for a while, and I thought this would be a perfect place to share my story...

Please read chapters one and two first.
Chapter 3 [The final chapter}
Lucy was adamant she was not ringing her dad ever again, but would text her mum from my phone and ask to meet her next time she was in the UK, other than that she did not want to speak to her. What she had to say needed to be said face to face....

To Err is Human
by Pan
Note: All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18.
We all make mistakes, right?
Like, if we were to go around judging everyone for every little mistake they make... well, who wants to live in that world?
I make mistakes. You make mistakes. And, god bless her, even my Mom makes mistakes....

I knew I shouldn't like it but I did. There I was, staring into the eyes of my boy, the child I carried for nine months, the child I raised, who used to play with tiny toy trucks and Legos. That same kid was now all grown up- and hell I knew it. It feels like just yesterday I was teaching him how to aim with his "wewe" to pee. Now, I was holding that same dick in my hand....

This is a follow on from Maureen, her brother and her nephew.
Maureen sat enjoying her mid morning coffee and still glowing inside from the weekend of sex that her husband and brother had given her. The thought that she was also having sex with her 18 year old nephew Jake in two days time also excited her....