Lucy often lost track of time in this prison. It may have been an hour or day or weeks later when Lucy was back in her own cell with Claire. She told Claire her troubles and how her conversation with her lawyer had landed her back in the training cells. Claire pointed to the wide number seven-sized dildo in her uniform box and explained that she was having a hard time too as the matrons were now forcing her to wear larger-sized plugs. Lucy felt grateful for her number six-sized dildo that was already deeply...

Constance sat in the waiting room with her husband, Kevin. It was all Kevin's idea. He had been insistent that she needed help. She didn't know if that was really the case, but she had come to admit that things might have gone too far. Though, could you really blame her?
Until recently, her sex life could be deeply frustrating. There were times when it was really good. Yet, there were times when she had felt frustration at how hard it had been to achieve release....

This is Chapter 10 of "Brenna at The Academy". Reading all chapters in sequence is recommended for context and maximum enjoyment.
This series is a work of complete fiction and fantasy borne of the imagination. All characters and locations are fictional and any resemblance to real people, names, events or places is purely coincidental. All fictional characters are consenting adults having a good time, in safe circumstances. I hope you enjoy the stories!...

The study smells of old resin and tonight's incense--the last faint coil of sandalwood unwinding like a dying serpent.
I sit at the writing desk. The one I had imported from Lisbon--the drawers lacquered black, the handles bone-white crescents like moons tipped on their sides. Paper waits, bright and bloodless. A Montblanc pen rests in my fingers....

Part 3 - The Gauntlet
Nora woke to the weight of Jason still pressed against her back, his breath warm on her neck, his cock still buried deep in her asshole. For a moment she just lay there, eyes half-closed, savoring the strange comfort of it -- the soreness, the fullness, the faint ache that had become so familiar, and the extreme, unbearable, overwhelming horniness. When she shifted slightly, he stirred too, groaning low as his hands tightened on her hips....

This is the second part of "Jade", I advise you to read the first part "Chapter 1 : A Jump into the Abyss" before reading this chapter.
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Jade woke slowly, her thoughts murky, her body heavy. She had no idea what time it was -- there was no clock, no sound, no hint of movement outside. But in truth, it was around 4 a. m. She had been unconscious for seven full hours....

Melanie sends daddy to the dominatrix.
"I hope you're going to be careful with that thing! There's some sensitive skin down there. I don't want to get cut."
Rob was naked, lying on his large four-poster bed with a couple of towels under him. Beside him was the shaving equipment - razor, foam, a dish of hot water, a couple of hand towels - and his daughter....

It really hadn't been worth it, at least it didn't seem so now. Oh, I suppose at the time it felt ok. At the time, bored, lonely, waking up from some vague and half remembered erotic dream that left me wanting, feeling unfulfilled and wet and needing, it seemed like a perfectly reasonable reaction. Imagining the dream was real, letting my mind, and hands, drift, finding that sweet release of pleasure to lull myself into more dreams. I suppose at the time it seemed like a good idea, only now... not so much....

Eden curled up in a large papasan chair with an overstuffed pillow, a blanket, and a cup of cocoa. Usually, she loved evenings by the fireplace, alone with her dreams, but tonight she was unsettled.
Her thoughts drifted back to the office, where she had met hundreds of businessmen and models. She'd been unfazed. It would take more than money and a hard body to turn her head. Pickup lines? She'd heard them all. But today, she looked up from her desk and saw him....

"Miss Alice?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"I... r-really want a collar."
Matty was curled up on the couch, watching a movie with her girlfriend. Her head was in Alice's lap with most of her body hidden under a black slip. She could feel Alice gently petting her long brown hair, occasionally scratching Matty's head. The trans woman quietly loved that feeling. It made her feel meeker, but relaxed and safe at the same time. Alice had that effect on her. The bob haired blond knew how to easily rile or calm Matty, ...

He wakes up with his mouth dry and a chemical taste on the back of his tongue, the way hangovers always start: not with a bang but with a slow, spreading poison.
The last thing he remembers is Steph straddling him, her voice low and sticky in his ear, and Derek laughing from the other side of the room as they compared notes on how many times they'd made him cry. The humiliation should be old by now, but his body always finds a new way to keep the edge fresh. He's still wearing the breastplate, the silico...

I'd graduated from college and took some time off, but then I had to get a real job and start my life moving in a positive direction. I soon found out that apparently for me, college had been a lot of wasted time and money. There were too many college grads and not enough plumbers and electricians. Maybe I should've attended a trade school of some type....

A Dominant and submissive couple explore their boundaries at a local sex dungeon.
Kit and Kat are a dynamic couple who co-author stories of their adventures exploring everything this lifestyle has to offer. All characters, real or imagined are over 21 and are willing participants.
This particular scene involves intense degradation and impact play. Which are a couple of Kat's favorite kinks. Bondage play is one of his beloved kinks....

I was twenty-six and just back from a deployment in the bad country. My wife Madison lay naked beside me. When Buba came in. He calmly undressed and slid smoothly into bed. Maddies head snapped around and our eyes met.
"David he has his hand on my bare breast."
"Is he pulling on your nipple?"
"Yes he is."...

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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"You must not stare, Georgiana," said Miss Catchpenny to her sister; "it is not genteel."
Georgiana nodded. She knew perfectly well that Eliza was right, but that did not make her advice any easier to follow. Count Malamar's ball was overwhelming to the inexperienced and even to the tolerably experienced eye, and calculated to be so; profusion...

We all have fantasies. We all day dream. We all find our minds drifting to better lives, better ideals, better worlds when our emotions are in turmoil. Regrets erased, scenarios that play out differently and to our own benefit. For every being there are at least one hundred day dreams, centered around one scenario, centered around dozens. Dreams made manifest when life bores one to tears....

End of Part 4
I made to move forward ready to dive between her legs face first but she held up a hand to stop me. I was a little confused until she said, "You'll approach my pussy on your knees Pet. Back up to the door and drop to your knees and you'll ask me to approach."
I backed up to the door and slowly dropped to my knees. "May I approach Sandy?" I asked....

I don't think I "slept," but I dozed. There was something about all of that soft flesh I was snuggled against. Her hands, lightly stroking my hair and face, helped. I felt like I could just sink into her, and I liked the feeling.
When I woke, so I guess I did sleep at least lightly, the first thing of which I was aware was the sensation of heat. She has pulled the covers up, and they retained the heat she emitted like an oven....

I argued with Tom quite a bit, about the fact that he had to go home with his dick locked up, but since I promised him his desired smoky blowjob tomorrow, he agreed. Later that day in the evening, we chatted a lot, he told me how it felt for him, how horny he was afterwards. I teased him by asking him if he wanted any nudes from me, but he declined. I thought it was wise decision, he could not really enjoy them. At that point Tom was probably the only guy in our class that would have said no to my offer, bu...

You'd first been introduced by your girlfriend sometime during the mid 90's.
They'd been at university together and having graduated, were now sharing a house.
She was blonde, smiley, a nice sense of fun and great legs. She was 'boyfriend-ed' and the four of you would hang out at the girls' house most weekends....

You fondle my tits while I do the washing up. I wasn't expecting you, so the sudden grab makes me jump and very nearly lose control of my bladder. The odds have been stacked against me, of course, but that's no excuse.
"Tell me sweetie, how long has it been since I denied your bathroom access?" you ask me....

Bedsheets were everywhere, scrunched into the four corners of the bed. Lucy and Max lay exhausted, covered in sweat and sex. It was now into an incredibly hot afternoon, and the thought of moving, let alone have more sex, had both of them catching their breath after the marathon sex once Emily and Trent left....

I found out later, when I was reading about it in the newspaper, that they were in their last semester of college and were moving away shortly after graduation. Timing like this made me think I had the blessing from some higher power. It was too perfect to be a coincidence. If I hadn't decided to take a scenic detour through that neighborhood when I did, I never would have seen them....

-- CHAPTER SIX --
About a year after they had joined the community, Gerry was scheduled to make a two week long business trip to China. The weekend between those weeks was a scheduled "party weekend" at the farm. Gerry had thought about it and wondered whether Tammi should attend in his absence. He e-mailed John and John advised him it had to be a decision between Gerry and Toni -- no one else could make that decision for them. John told him some men would find it exciting to spend the weekend visualizin...

Dedication
To the Lion who found me. For the way you touched my soul before you ever touched my skin. For your fierce tenderness, your wild gaze, your worshipful hands. For turning my trembling into fire, and my silence into song.
This altar was always yours.
Author's Note
There are stories that whisper their way into existence, and then there are stories that blaze. *The Lion at My Altar* was born from the second kind--a story forged in longing, shaped by surrender, and blessed by the kind of l...

G'Day All, This is another story playing with tropes. I really wanted to do a Feb Sux but the masterpiece 'The Ides of March' by WordsIntheWyld was just too hard of an act to follow, I just don't have the talent to try for a bar that high. That said, I have tried to craft George Anderson's dilemma, how do you forgive a remorseless wife, without making her a complete narcissistic nutbag. I hope I've found, if not unique, at least a different way of doing that. So, this is my wife with the celebrity trope. Pl...

oceANDROID: MICAH NOEL BARNES aka PORPOISE
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The evening was going great outside of the screams of twin lobsters boiling to death. Competing with their agony with her own pleasure Micah Barnes sat naked atop a kitchen island while her lover David Kilburn was dining on her delectable android cunt. It felt and tasted all too real, good enough for him. He knew of Micah being an android and strangely was okay with it. The woman was breathtaking in every way. Every red-blooded American male's full-t...

Included kinks:
Futa, fantasy, romance, plot, non-kinky chapter, emotional tone, character focus, worldbuilding, farewells, size differences, mini-gts, feats of strength, hyper, comradery, banter -- conclusion to act 1
All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!
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Author's note.
1). Remember, your help in pointing out errors will help keep me from having to take long periods off to edit. Your help in this is much appreciated.
2). Feedback from my readers is my fuel to keep writing. If you enjoy my work, please take the time to let me know in the comments. It does wonders for my motivation to write....

Do you know what happens when you're successful at doing what other guys are always trying to do? You get labelled a "player". I don't care what others think, to be honest, but sometimes someone will describe me that way to hinder my success.
They are often surprised when it doesn't work. Oh, sure, it makes some women wary, but others it attracts. If you're a player, and successful, then there has to be a reason. Right?...