It was the first time she'd flown to him. After months of talking she couldn't ignore the desire to see him any longer. A thousand times they've talked about how it would be to hold each other, to lay down and hold hands and just comfort one another. A thousand times she had wrapped herself in her blanket, holding a stuffed animal instead of him. But that day it would change....

The Devil's Threeway II: Anal

"Fuck! Fuck! God, I'm so close!" I screamed.
"Tell me," Gabe breathed the words into my ear, his hips smacking against mine.
"Please, please can I cum?" I asked, nearly yelling over the sex sounds.
He pounded into me, using my tight asshole just like a pussy. With one hand, I held a vibrator up to my clit, my bare bountiful breasts roughly swung back against my body through the force of us fucking....

She sat on the couch reading her book as he worked on the table across the room. He sensed something was different. Her eyes stuck more to the pages, her lips were slightly parted, brows not furrowed like usual but slightly raised.
This was not a battle scene or action. The corners of his mouth turned up as he realized, his fairy was reading a steamy romance scene. And something very desirable too, he could tell by the way her legs pressed together and her nostrils flared up....

Author's Note: I appreciate critical reviews--both positive and negative--that relate to the specifics of the story. It's how we learn and grow. However, I'll add this caveat: Let's agree on something--I write what I like, and you read what you like. That way, we're both good. Yeah?
Trigger Warnings: Blackmail, Reluctance, Asian Wife, Hot Wife, Young Wife/Older Man, Coercion, Conflicted, Sharing, WMAF...

Part one - Brianna - Monday
Brianna Rollins turned off the shower, stepping out and drying herself. She had taken extra care this morning, as she had something of great importance to do. She ran her hand down, feeling the smooth, well-shaven pubic region. It was for Lauren Gregory, she wanted her cunny to look pretty and well kept for her eyes....

We're on holiday in early summer with our camper van, as always in Croatia. We stay at our favourite nudist camping resort, find a great spot surrounded by light vegetation, not too far from the shore. Shade is provided by trees, one large spot is free for us there. Toilets and shower centres are not too far away, so we always select this area. This year we got extra lucky. One larger family with a bunch of kids as direct neighbours on the other terrace spot ~1m below, the other spots around mostly filled w...

The story does not contain sexual material involving people under 18.
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I've never met my biological mother. She died during the difficult delivery. I was told that my Dad, Enzo, mourned her death for about a year before marrying Bianca, who was 15 years his junior. Dad was busy at work much of the time, so Bianca was the one who cared for me most of the time unt...

(All characters are adults.)
(I forgot to tag the first part of this story, so if you read it, this part will make more sense. Either way, I hope it's enjoyable.)
"My feet are fucking filthy from the bathroom floor! I need to run home. I'll show you my dirty soles later", Maria said as she kissed me on the cheek....

I am ashamed to tell you this but my husband left me. Don't think badly of me.
At the same time he took with him the three months rent that was due on the farm, as well as the young barmaid from the 'Charlton Inn' in Charlton Marshall. I thought that the sinking of the Titanic had been a disaster but this was far worse because it was my life that was changed. Not so much the loss of Mr Yeo, or Emily Eves for that matter, but having to leave the farm that my parents had held for so many years, and where I...

10 - Addison
"Congratulations Ms. Parker. You truly deserve this promotion. All the fine words in the world during my speech wouldn't be able to describe how happy I am to have you as part of my leading team."
Mr. Hoffman's remarks light up the ego boosting inside of me right now as he gives me cheers alone after his speech in front of the other office members....

"What's the jar for?" Ken asks while perking up ever so slightly. We've just had some magnificent adult fun, with handcuffs out on the kitchen table, and to say that Ken took good care of me is so understating it. I specifically wanted that, I had brazenly chased him for sex, going so far as to "gift" myself to him for literally anything he might want. I'd never lower myself like that for any other man and Ken knows this, so a very special gift for a very special man. There are several things I might not re...

Thanks for reading my story. This one starts off a bit on the slow side but gets more graphic as it moves along. As with all my stories this one contains graphic descriptions of anal enemas and anal sex. If that offends you then you might want to pass this one up. For those wondering I'm still working on part 4 of Anal Beach Resort....

A Momentary Lapse of Ethics 3
By FinalStand
(The battle for the Tri-Cities heats up)
*If you want your enemy dead, cut off their head; anything less isn't trying hard enough*
A little background: In the fictional place called the Tri-Cities which are a combination of a West Coast-based New York Metropolitan Area, the San Francisco Bay Area, and Greater Las Vegas. ~ 25 million people...

His cell phone rang at 3:30 am. John came awake at the sound and reached for the phone. He saw Al's name and sat up in bed as he answered the call.
"Hello?" he said, still not quite awake. The line was quiet. "Hello?" He said again, "Al?" The silence stretched on for a few moments. As he waited for a reply, he thought back over the last 30 years....

It is morning now but I am up anyways. I am standing by the window as the first orange and yellow light of dawn peaks through the edges of the blinds of the window. Warm sheets of amber refract through the glass and cast their beams onto the bed, onto his body. Pete is lying there on his back, deep asleep, and I can hear him breathing. He is not as old as my father. The covers are mostly off and patches of light illuminate and fragment his husky form, deconstructing and slicing him into beautiful pieces, ea...

COMMENT TO READERS:
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All characters are 18 years or older and engage in activities described with full knowledge and consent. It is inspired by an amazing story DORMANT DESIRES by becca20S. I really enjoy her story as it feels very real to me and I enjoy imagining her introducing more young, virgin men into the beauty of sexual pleasure. If you have not checked her story, you really should....

A year go, French Canadian businesswoman and Montreal society scion Madeleine Desjardins died, leaving behind her adult son Kyle Desjardins and her adult daughter Karen Desjardins. The wealthy socialite established a trust leaving them five million dollars each, a sum which they will inherit on their twenty-first birthday. The adult twins are looked after by their grieving stepfather, former Montreal Alouettes football star and Haitian Canadian icon Jean-Marc Dupre. The former football star, CFL legend and ...

MORE THAN BEING NEIGHBOURLY

Ben sat in a battered, but comfortable, deck chair and gazed with little interest at last weekend's newspaper. He rarely bought one but had chosen to do so on the Saturday just gone. It was a weekend rag with its magazine that also had the TV listings for the coming week....

One harvest day, I decided that I would stay home. I told my parents I wasn't feeling well.
'You look well enough,' said my mother.
My father looked at me suspiciously. 'Lad, you're eighteen now. You're a man. Hale or sick, the harvest must come in.'
I replied, in my best croaking voice, that I was so ill I couldn't rise from my bed. They didn't believe me, I could tell. Shaking their head with disappointment, they both went off, to the join the rest of the village bringing in the harvest....

An introduction from the author.
Peoples' attitudes towards sex, what they want from it and the way they behave during it change as they get older. The experiences they have gained, their relationship with their partner and their appetite for sex all play their part in bringing about these changes, which tend to be more profound amongst women....

This is my first submission so please be gentle. This is a gay love story that also includes a particular fetish I have with guys longer hair. It starts off rather slow, there's no sex until chapter 3.
An issue of conformity
Let me introduce myself and give you a little back ground for the situation that I find myself in. My name is Morgan. I'm 18, going to be 19 soon. I'm what my dad refers to as young strapping lad. I think I'm pretty good looking, for a Welsh lad anyway. I have thick wavy reddish-b...

Part two.
"Did you like the feeling of my mustache?"
"I think so, although I was preoccupied with those overly active lips of yours." What a kisser, she thought; he took my breath away.
I smiled and said, "We can try it again if you're not sure."
"You're too much." Kat honestly wanted more; nevertheless, she playfully swatted my shoulder and walked back to the trail. However, I hadn't heard a definite no....

Author's Note:
This story explores consensual wife sharing, voyeuristic tension, and emotional intensity between adults. If that's not for you, feel free to skip. No hard feelings.
If you read it, whether you enjoy it or not, I'd love to hear your thoughts. A rating or a comment means more than you think. It helps me grow as a writer and keeps me going....

This is a work of fiction. This story involves a man controlling the minds and actions of young women he meets through the use of an ancient magic charm. Every one of the women enjoy the experience, but none of them remembers anything about it afterwards. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the story to the end before you comment....

Eric knocked on the door into John's apartment.
Time stood still. This was it.
Who... or what... was going to open that door?
He was early. Much earlier than the rest of the book club. They'd agreed to show up together, but he wanted to be the first one here to see... her.
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Disclaimer: all characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction and fantasy. It includes mind control, magic and sexual slavery.
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I. Prologue
Joselyn sat on her velvet throne lazily accepting the grapes that were offered to her mouth one by one. She bit into the juicy fruit and enjoyed the refreshing bite of liquid that exploded behind her lips. She snaked her fingers to her darling sl...

The rental car smelled like stale cigarettes and regret, a fitting aroma for Zeke's eighteen years culminating in being dumped on the doorstep of a father he barely knew existed. Eighteen. Supposedly an adult, but feeling more like a package marked 'Return to Sender' after Mom decided 'another man' was more appealing than, well, him, apparently. The house was a boxy structure on a street that faded into anonymity. He killed the engine, the silence deafening after the road noise. His knuckles were white on t...

They were getting ready for the reading group. Just some casual dinner thing - soft lighting, recycled wine bottles, everyone pretending not to care too much. Emily was in the mirror fixing her eyeliner, wearing a white shirt Grace liked.
Grace stood behind her, still buzzing a little from the last few days. Everything had been landing. Emily was listening, showing up, soft in the right moments, sharp in others. It felt... easy....

THE MORE MOM

This story is categorized in Erotic Couplings, which is perfect. But it tends to veer into other categories and includes several kinks that are real to the story and possibly your fantasy.
If anything offends you, I make no apologies since this is about consensual sex, and when you write about consensual sex, an apology is never needed. Lastly, this story is set against the backdrop of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It is not an attack on that religion, which happens...

Chapter One
60-year-old Blake Gray, a wealthy, computer software CEO, runs a hand through his pepper-gray hair, glaring at the photos of his adulterous wife in compromising positions with her Black lover. He had known of their sexual exploits for a while, having acquired the services of the rotund and grotesque private detective seated across from him. Both men are inside Blake's high rise, corporate office, large bay windows exposing its high elevation as well as skyscraper buildings across from it, in ...