I sat ashen faced wallowing in abject horror. I lost track of how many minutes or hours had passed since I digested Abigail's abhorrent last entry. A cocktail of emotions enveloped me- horror at what my beautiful baby girl had become, disgust at the nauseating and reprehensible actions she took to ingratiate herself to that ogre of a man, guilt at my not insignificant culpability in her corruption, and as much as I was loathe to admit it, a fiery lust at the thought of the complete degradation of her body a...

m for f tease early in the morning. no better way to start any morning. joi to enjoy. Please leave your comments and ideas
Love to read so that I can be motivated to continue.


It's a Yes This Morning by HotAlphaKing

















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(This is not a sexy story. It is a space war thriller.)


Chapter 5: The War Admiral And His Dog

"Two full fleets, destroyed!" Queen Zsst raged. "How can one small human fleet without reinforcements or resupply cause so much damage?"
"It is because of that pest, War Admiral Norman North," said Admiral Stay. Stay was one of Zsst's most brilliant admirals. She spoke simply and to the point....

Deep in Kansas


by capta

Part 10 - Tracing the Signal
Amanda finished setting up the directional antenna; she heard the opossum speak.
"So what are you folks do'in here precisely?"
"Stopping whatever is behind this mess." The Indagator firmly spoke.
"What'ave ya learned?" The opossum curiously asked....

Katie Cassidy was the kind of neighbor you didn't talk about too loudly, the kind of woman who made every man on the block peek out the window when she jogged by in her black leggings and tight sports bra. Blonde hair always in a messy ponytail, oversized sunglasses hiding those electric green eyes, her slim athletic figure was impossible not to watch. You didn't just notice Katie -- you remembered her....

Naomi Pledges S. L. T. 08
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Starting Status
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I walked back into Lauren's room a little frustrated after spending lord knows how much time grunting on the porcelain throne only to have a few pellets come out when I thought I had a log ready to come out....

Message from the author: Hi everyone! Sorry it's been so long. I've been on a writing tear recently and I figured that this part of the story can be uploaded while I get the other parts ready. This is a little under 2k words of what happens right after the events of the last chapter of His Best Student....

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...

The text made him scowl when he received it.
L: Let's forget about last week, dude. AGR party 2nite!
L: Pull up!
Jackson did not want to go. That was his first thought, and the one he was most certain about.
More thoughts followed, however. The loudest of those being a question about how he could possibly say no....

It seemed like I was going through a phase with cases where guys were up for life in prison. The charges ranged from racketeering, to first degree murder, with the majority of the cases stemming from drug related activity. After the sentencing of the fourth out of seven cases, I called Sandra that afternoon to meet for coffee, and she mentioned how in all our years of knowing each other I never looked so stressed....

It was my fourth day in the Yukon, actually the start of my fourth day, and my alarm was blaring.
"Fuck."
Tired, sore, and a little dazed, I almost fell out of bed into the coldness of the dark room.
My phone was across the room, so I couldn't just hit the snooze.   It was a good thing because otherwise I would not have gotten out of bed this day or any other day.   The lodge was far enough north that we really didn't have complete darkness, but it was still 5 fucking o'clock....

Funny how things repeat. Remember Mitchell told me about his visit to the country house where his father and younger brother and stepmother lived and the trouble he had one day with the bathroom door lock. I wrote you about that, and something that happened to me yesterday brought it back to mind!
I was at the college and two guys were following me and to get away I led them into a classroom and escaped through a different door before they came in behind me. They realized the trick I'd played and followe...

Zoe was the kind of woman my mother warned me about.
She was the wrong person at the wrong time, but, goddamn was she wild.
Zoe ghosted me after our first date, but I had often thought back on it. Never once did I expect her to resurface in my life, especially because so many things about our first date were odd....

So, I'm sitting in a hotel room, watching my wife Jesse of 25 years with her black lover. I swear she's wearing that same piece of white lingerie she wore on our wedding night. Maybe not the exact same one, but the one she wore on our wedding night was held closed with a dozen little bows which her lover was now untying. You might think I'm a cuckold, my wife and her lover thought I might like it. I did not think so, but who listens to me....

"Don't forget I have my zoom meeting tonight so you're in charge of dinner! <3" Alex smiled as he read the sticky note that was stuck on the fridge by his wife Casey. A coworker had invited her to these virtual meditation classes a few weeks ago and she had attended every week since then.
Glancing at the clock, Alex realized he'd better get started on dinner if they wanted to eat at a reasonable hour. He pulled out the ingredients, prepared them quickly, layered everything into the dish, and topped it wi...

This is the first chapter of the second novella in a trilogy. Check out Mel's perspective on my page!
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Lying on his back in the empty bed, staring up at the ceiling, Michael couldn't seem to  bring himself to start his day. The stagnant, heavy air of Asuka's windowless room made him feel lazy. Silver beads of sweat collected at his brow, wiped away with the back of a hand. Sure, he could turn on the A. C. unit in the living room and leave the door cracked, but he was only in his boxers, and his dic...

The door groaned open.
The room beyond was... still.
The air changed as I stepped over the threshold -- thicker, quieter. The temperature dropped several degrees, but it wasn't cold like stone.
It was cold like presence.
Like something had just breathed out.
Except nothing was breathing....

Ai, Aibot Ch. 3
Author's Note: The premise of this series (a beautiful robot woman whose mission is to keep house for her man and fuck him whenever he wants) is a stereotypical, and not particularly original, male wet dream, but I'm having fun trying to make it feel as real as possible.
By the way, if any readers thought the brief discussion of Beth and Michael in Ch. 2 was a setup, nothing could be closer to the truth....

A witch's tale. Part 04
A 'gender' change for the better?
Thank you for taking time to read this story. As always, I welcome your comments; let me know your thoughts regarding the story. I hope you enjoy it.
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After Ali faded from sight and went back to wherever she goes, I spent a few minutes pondering on what she told me about her life and her death, before going to bed....

Author's Note: Based on a suggestion by IronSulfide2024, although I've taken it in an unexpected direction.
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The atmosphere in the school bus heading north on Highway 71 was subdued. The last game of the season had not gone well, though Randy had given it everything he could. The rain hadn't helped, muting the efforts of the cheerleaders, and even the sight of Kayla's enthusiastic pink-and-white pompoms had failed to lift his spirits towards the end....

This is another story from my other account.
Ok, I've only done this once, I think, but this story is written from the other side. I've always been the submissive, but this story has been in my head a while. All characters are over 18. Comments, good or bad, are welcomed.
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Becoming Eva - Part 1
Prologue: The Doorway
The chapel was hushed. A perfect stillness, like the world itself was holding its breath.
I stood just behind the heavy wooden doors, fingers curled around my bouquet, heart a slow, soaring drumbeat in my chest. Rose petals were scattered down the aisle like tiny promises. A quartet played softly from the corner, something classical and aching and slow....

This story is a pseudo sequel to my previous stories "Mommy's Morning Milking", "Mommy's Little Cum Slut", and "Mommy's Naughty Little Sissy Maid", although you don't need to read those to follow this one. They just focus on the same people.
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"Over my lap. Now!"
A shiver runs down your spine as her command echoes out in your ears....

She gingerly reached out, and touched his rock hard member. "My hand doesn't even fit around it, how is that meant to go in me?!" He laughed,
"it's easier than you'd think, believe me," but she had already stopped listening to him. Mesmerised as she stroked her hand up and down, she watched herself disembodied as her mouth approached the tip of his cock. She took it into her mouth, stretching her lips around it....

"Good girl. Lick Mommy clean. Mm........ Mm........ Oh!. Mmmm.
Daddy is away on business, so I've been sleeping with Mommy all week. I'm wearing my frilly pink soft chiffon baby doll nightie. Mommy is magnificently naked.
She stroked me until I was nice and hard, then we fucked doggy style. Now I'm between her long legs, licking my cum out of her bikini trimmed blond slit....

To follow up, after I had sucked Bernie's cock, he's my best friend, he asked me if I'd do it again. With little hesitation, I slid off the couch, knelt in front if him, pushed his thighs apart, leaned forward and sucked the head of his now limp cock back into my mouth. I reached down, unbuckled and unzipped my pants and pulled them and my tightie-whities down. My barely four inch cock was stiff as steel as I wrapped my fingers around it stroking it. My other hand reached up gripped Bernie's quickly growing...

It was just supposed to be a fun night on the town. A final all-out party in memory of our college hero Joshua. He wasn't dying or moving away or anything like that: he was just getting married. But it still felt like this would be our last chance to go wild the way we used to back at the Delta Omega Gamma house....

"Can I help you, Miss?"
"It's mister, Mister!" Some detective! "I'm here to talk to Lt. Johnson. I just graduated from my High School Police Auxiliary and I want to work undercover--to clean up our streets."
"Oh, you do, do you? What's your name--uh, Mister?"
"Babicock. Bunni Babicock."
"Oh. OH! Oh, yeah. Lt. Johnson said to put you right to work. Undercover, in vice. On Martin Luther King, Jr. Street & Grand Boulevard. That's a real hot-spot. Maybe you can take down Jerome Slick or "Big J" Jama...

You’ve always known it was me.
Every time your voice caught. Every time your thighs pressed tight.
You tried to hide it — but baby… I’ve seen everything.
You were always mine.
And now? You don’t get to pretend anymore.
Folie is not for the mirror. Not for approval. This is for the girl who can’t stop thinking about the one who always knew....

In the late 90s or early 2000s: I work from home as a phone-sex operator—a job that pays the bills and offers flexible hours. Most calls are dull and repetitive, leaving me unfulfilled. But one night, I receive a silent call from you, a married man lying next to your wife, unable to speak for fear of being caught. Sensing your repression and desperation, I take control, teasing and degrading you for your weakness while tempting you with the possibility of something more—if you ever dare to act on it. This c...