The Headhunter
Chapter 3
Whose Side Is Barb On?
That evening, after interviewing with Randolph, Barb came whirling into her and Jack's kitchen. It seemed the back door had opened to allow her access then closed behind her of its own volition. She tossed her purse in a chair by the wall with more force than wise, while calling for her husband, "Jack! Where are you? I'm calling a family conference."...

Introduction:
Yumi had always played it safe until a wild Couchsurfing trip brought her from the crowded streets of Tokyo to the moody, electric heart of Belgrade. What started as a group hangout with strangers quickly spiraled into something unforgettable: a chance meeting with Stefan, the city's charming, mischievous local. One accidental late-night photo, a flurry of curious DMs, and two days of mounting tension later, Yumi was about to learn just how thrilling it could be to let go of her fears, brea...

These three chapters depend very much on reading the first three chapters. This chapter starts minutes after the end of Chapter 3, with Matt and Angie returning from their first date at a fancy restaurant after a very romantic day.
Chapter 4
We go up to my room and she sits on my bed. I hang my suit jacket over the back of the chair and sit next to her....

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Disclaimer: This is a fictional story, none of the character details are real. Each character is over 18 yrs of age and are engaging consensually.
Mike has moved across town into a more rural setting. This requires him to cover more distance via e-bike to meet his tops. It is once again summertime in Mike's neck of the woods. The warm temperatures are driving Mike's libido to unusual heights....

You have a medical check-up at a new clinic, and the final step is a sperm sample. You’re a little shy about it, so as your nurse, it’s my job to come up with a solution. It’s the end of my shift, I’ve been horny all day because of all the jerking off that’s been happening here throughout my shift, and I want cock. Your cock. I ask if I can help you, and you agree. I’m going to show you why my clinic has a 5-star rating and get the sample from you, all at the same time....

????️ TITLE: “Her Cunt Missed Me.”
Her mouth never said it.
But her *cunt* did.
She didn’t whimper,
she *welcomed.*
Didn’t stall,
she *swallowed.*
Because the second I pressed into her—
her cunt *clung*
like I’d been gone
for *far too long.*
—
She didn’t just get wet....

Hello and Good Morning!
This stems from a commission I received for a cockold scene.. a tame audio I created to warm up to the idea and have fun with the tease of it. This is not mean with denial, humiliation, or degradation as requested in the commissioned piece. (That one is soon to cum)
This is an improvised narrative of a scene from an MFM fantasy I conjured featuring suckling sfx to tease the arousal. I suppose the fun for me is to toy with the listener in the process;)...

Ovulation week was crazy.
All it took was a firm handshake, a gentle smile, and the low morning voice of "Good Morning" from your boss to set you off and think about getting finger fucked over his lap for everyone to ogle and goon to, while you're being made a wet and helpless shaking mess.
Your boss was hot. He was so fucking hot, oh my god. Being his secretary was not an easy feat. He had a dazzling smile, with just one dimple that cradled his cheek every time he smiled, and he had the gentlest doe ...

My cell phone rings as I'm slugging along in traffic one morning driving into work. It's Leslie from work. She's the admin who runs the office. She's never called me in the morning. In fact she's on flex-time and doesn't get in until 10. This is probably an accidental butt-dial, and I'm going to hear "Good Morning America" in the background....

Wren glanced at Jacob as they walked toward the Arrivals gate together so she could meet his family for the first time. Gauging his demeanour, scanning for as many clues as to what to expect as possible, she sought reassurance, which his beaming smile gave her. The child of an abusive family, Wren had a difficult time believing in the idyllic childhood full of love that Jacob claimed to have experienced. In mere moments she was going to meet this supposedly well adjusted, compassionate family and her own tr...

Introduction
It's been years now since my girlfriend and me dared to take the next step in our relationship, with her becoming my Mistress and me her loving sub.
Looking back, it was clear from the start that both of us had needs that couldn't be satisfied by a conventional relationship with conventional sex. Now there's nothing wrong with conventional sex, just like there's nothing wrong with the proverbial vanilla ice cream. There are days when both of us are perfectly happy to just cuddle and satis...

Hello! This piece is drastically different from my others in terms of content, but I figure that variety is the spice of life.
This story has themes of exhibitionism, dubious consent, first time lesbian experiences, humiliation, degradation, and sexual dominance.
I'll likely continue my other series after this, but let me know what kind of stories you'd like to see in the future!...

My transgender girlfriend and I have been together for six years and over the years, I have come to an understanding of how we relate to one another. Most people have a social role which consists of how they present themselves to others in society and a sexual role which consists of how they present themselves sexually to their partners....

She stood in the doorway of my office, one hand on the frame, like she was deciding whether to enter or not.
Emily. Always neat. Always a little too put-together for someone her age. Preppy, almost old-fashioned. That skirt that barely moved when she walked. Hair in place. But it was her expression that caught me -- that same quiet, lost look she always carried, like she had wandered into the wrong decade....

Catalan Kid Ch 01
Juan Arrives in Barcelona; Flashes Back on His Time with Curry
This is fiction. I take no responsibility for the coincidental description of the places and people--even if they seem to resemble "real life." All characters portrayed in sexual situations are over 18. © Copyright, Brunosden 2025....

Chapter 9 is here. In September 1974, Paul is dating fellow student Lenore, but her aunt has also started an affair with him.
The City College School of Business later became an independent unit in the City University system called Baruch College.
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That September was a very eventful time for me, at least regarding the increasing number of women in my life. My first encounter with Aunt Julia was on a Tuesday. That Friday, she called me at my house....

CHAPTER 1
"Heather, isn't it," said the doctor, glancing at her screen.
"Arthur," I said, and she looked at me and her screen in confusion.
For fuck's sake, I've got a moustache!
She scrolled through the notes, and I noticed how young and pretty she was. I rather fancied her. Are you allowed to date your GP?...

My name is Gemmahh, well, it was Richard not too long ago. I was quite slender, not very muscular except for my long legs. I had swum all through school and college, so my legs were well-toned, my wife would even joke that I had better pins than she did. Yes, my wife, I was a happily married 20-something man....

As I drove up the drive I was astonished by the magnificent building, deep in the countryside. The owner holds these events fairly regularly, apparently. This was my first time. A couple of friends told me about it, suggesting I would enjoy all the happenings.
The owner, Terry, holds a camera club at this house approximately every other month. A club with a slight difference. It is a glamour photography weekend. He hires, usually two, glamour models, that the photographers can direct -- poses, clothing, ...

The tent in your pants was so obvious I had to flick my eyes around the bar to ensure I was the only one who had spotted your arousal. Maybe no one else had seen it, and maybe no one else was anticipating the sight, smell and taste of it like me and therefore were not so focused on it.
No! Everyone was enjoying Friday night, in their own little world, as were we. I looked at your face and listened to our conversation, but that damn tent, I could not take my eyes off it. Other men talk to a pair of breast...

Note to reader:
This chapter contains a scene that I debated with myself a long time about including. It contains harsh language and mentions tense situations relating to domestic abuse that may be uncomfortable to some readers, but I deliberately avoided adding in details, outside of some name calling and harsh intention....

"Revenge is a dish best served cold". - Pierre Choderlos de Laclos
My weekend was very quiet, too quiet as a matter of fact. I had not heard from my wife, Casey in a few days. Probably doing monkey business with her Building Manager again. I did a lot of thinking on Sunday. What my life is, where it was going and what I should do, if anything, next....

This ones a bit longer than my usual tales, hope you enjoy.
It was Tuesday morning and Sam was walking across the car park for yet another interview. She had been out of work for nearly six months after her previous employer went bust. As if that wasn't bad enough her husband had buggered off with some floozy from his work, when Sam stopped earning. When they sold the house, barely covering their costs from when they bought it two years ago, she had moved back down south and in with her parents. Her daug...

(Author's note: No characters under 18. All Rights reserved.)


Businesswoman

Elena Faye Montgomery
"I need your license, title, and insurance, ma'am," the large, somewhat pudgy officer said.
"Yes, sir! It's in my glove compartment and purse," I told the man.
"Hurry it up, ma'am, I don't have all night," he told me....

All characters are at least eighteen-years-old. Any resemblance to people, places, things, or characters from other works is purely coincidental. Everything is born from my imagination.
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"Dangerous?" Amara asks.
Oraya shrugs. "Mercenaries. Ten at least. They're wearing the colors of the Charnel Guild. It's possible they are hurrying to a mission. If not, I expect them to engage with me, as mercenaries all do."...

This is the next chapter of my ultimate submission to my new neighbours.
I have listed it in Exhibitionist/Voyeur -- but it could also be mild BDSM or CFNM.
It is probably best if you read the first chapters but here is a bit of a synopsis:
My neighbours had caught me (they had actually planned it) masturbating as I watched one of them through her bedroom window. Having photographed me, they took control of my life with the threat of distributing the photos if I didn't become their "toy"....

Later, back at Monroe's Haven
Down, concealed beneath the protective embrace of the earth and cloistered by meters of concrete, rebar and dirt, the Damned One prepared her resting place. She was still human enough to have an apartment, albeit a barely decorated basement unit that she'd worked hard to seal. That it lacked heat in the winter or air conditioning in the summer was inconsequential; the corpse she inhabited was a frigid thing no matter the season....

Thursday, September 12th, 1:30 pm
"There they are," Erin said, her face nearly pressed against the glass as the chopper descended. Several people stood about fifteen feet from the helipad as we neared it. I could see my pool and the garden; both looked pristine and untouched--ready for me.
At long last... I was home....

Room 417
Thursday night, Clara sat in her house, watching a show, when suddenly, a text came up from a man, Tom, a former lover who had never left her radar. He had been intense and demanding, and he kept contact with her through emails and texts throughout the years.
Tom: I am in town, at the Residence Inn. I am here for 2 days, come tomorrow at 3 pm. I am carving out time. Stop playing games! You know we both want this....

Mike led Wendy to the front door. He found a red coat to drape over her translucent slip, a capitulation to public decorum, for the short drive to his friend's house. He left it unbuttoned so that it was more of a cloak, open in front to hint at her thinly veiled body inside. The ride was quick, a few blocks in the suburban neighborhood. They stopped before a tract-style house. The porch light was on....