CHAPTER 7. FIGHT IT OUT.
I took one last gulp of bourbon.
Liquid courage, they called it. God, I needed it. At least I wasn't shaking anymore.
It was 3 p. m. Ms. Marie would be here in less than an hour with the kids. Her son was asleep--or passed out--or maybe something worse--on the floor of the den. I'd covered him with a blanket and tucked a pillow under his head. He was snoring lightly....

Maddy selected her floor while waiting for a response. There was a brief moment of awkward silence in the elevator as Mack considered his answer. Maddy couldn't tell if he was shocked or just considering his schedule; it didn't matter, she didn't care if he said yes or no, it was a dumb question anyway. She knew she did truly want him to say yes but she'd never let him know that and refused to admit it to herself. Mack reached down and selected his own floor, Maddy was hit with a wave of disappointment that...

"Dude, can I tell you something?"
Sean's eyes flicked over to his friend, perched on the couch a few feet from the television, controller in hand. His fingers worked the buttons as his body moved with the action.
"Uh, sure," he said, his voice sounding distracted as he, too, mashed buttons, trying to make his friend explode on the TV. He failed, one button push late, as Mack got him with some kind of explosive....

(All characters are over the age of eighteen in all described sexual scenarios.)
He had heard it hundreds of times but had never really listened to the words. In the early 80's, Dan Fogelberg released the song, Same Auld Lang Syne -- a beautiful but rather sad melody about something wonderful that had been lost years before, never to be found again. Just another song on the radio whose lyrics are often not really understood or are simply ignored by the casual listener as the familiar tune plays in the ba...

We had developed a friendship, despite our significant age difference. I felt like I could talk to him about nearly anything. I'd been unhappy in my marriage for years.
Feeling unappreciated and unsatisfied for so long, it felt like I was nearly dead inside.
When the marriage finally fell apart, I was lonely and unsure of how to find myself again. I had frequently vented about my frustrations to Brendon during those final months of my marriage. He had been a good listener, even going so far as to offe...

CHAPTER 1

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Dragon lairs were not how one would usually imagine them. Some were shallow caves dug in raw stone and carved by claws and fangs, but that was not for true dragons. That was for youths and adolescents, little beasts who were still finding their way in the world and lived by catching the crumbs fallen by the jaws of dragons greater than them. True dragons had the gold to pay for their lairs to be built for them: huge castles and golden palaces, impenetrable fortresses and floating bui...

Hi Everyone, Welcome to I Dare U.
To refresh your memory. My name is Anne. I am twenty-seven years old and live on the north side of Brisbane. I have a little quirk that has caused me almost intolerable anxiety and apprehension. On the bright side, with help from my husband's wicked imagination, I have been driven to some incredible heights of arousal. My little quirk, I can't resist a dare. The more exposed I might be and the higher the risk of being caught, the harder it is for me to refuse....

It's nearly midnight when I'm on the highway driving home after dinner with some girlfriends. I'm indulging in a very explicit audio story when I hear an unsuspected "ding". I hadn't realized my gas tank was close to empty, I was down to reserve fuel. It was enough to make it back home, but I would feel better just filling up at the next gas station, and as if destiny were playing it's hand I see a sign that says that the next gas station is 1 kilometre away. I pull in under the white glare of lights into t...

"You're such a camper, bro. That's the third time you've hid behind that rock."
Nate laughed through a mouthful of chips. "It's called cover, idiot. It's literally the point of the game."
"No, the point of the game is not to sit in the same bush for ten minutes and wait for me to walk by like it's fucking guerrilla warfare."...

I had only been back from a week away for a matter of a few minutes. Upon arriving home, I had emptied the car and had begun settling in when there was a need to answer a call of nature.
As I answered it, there was something else I needed to answer. As I had been travelling home, a notification had landed on my phone....

This is a tale of sexual depravity that occurred when I was lucky enough to meet a perverted young lady, for want of a better word, named Lucie.
I was 38 and single and in no desire to be in a relationship. I used to go to an Italian restaurant near work from time to time. It was different from most restaurants because you lined up to order in front of the chefs and the chef would cook it for you while you waited. Over a few months I ran into a chef named Lucie and we would make small talk. I never thoug...

I grunted as I hauled the final box from my apartment onto the moving truck. The last of my broken three-year relationship. Not only was I newly single, but I could no longer afford the apartment I had come to call home. I closed the shutter and went back inside to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. I rubbed my hands together and blew into them, trying to fight off the newly arriving winter chill....

My eyes never saw so much life. India, an entire country filled to the brim with smiles, laughter and good vibrations, happy people flowing as if each had his own colored pathway to follow. Over a billion and a half people sharing the same thought that occurs everywhere else in the world at this time of night: where to go to find the healing potion that will mark a fresh start?...

I hadn't talked to her since college. We had been friends since the first day of college since we lived on the same dorm floor freshman year. Nothing ever happened between us while at college, despite being friends for the entire four years. I definitely found her attractive but never pursued her.
We drifted apart after college as we went our separate ways. She got back in touch with through a mutual friend on Facebook and now we were meeting up for dinner to catch up....

The Iron Door
Author's Note:
This story departs from the style of my previous works.
While my earlier stories focused heavily on race-based domination, humiliation, and nonstop graphic sex, The Iron Door follows a slower, more literary arc. It is still deeply erotic, raw, and transgressive--but it's also a character-driven journey about power, survival, and transformation....

The drawing room was a huge space. It was stone walled and wood panelled, and the left hand wall was covered in dark tapestries that were indistinct in the sparse light. It was so large, in fact, that it felt slightly out of proportion; the vaulted wood ceiling swept a little too low for the size of the room. It was dimly lit, with an elaborate lamp upon one table by an old sofa where Sylvie sat with Marc, leafing through a magazine as Marc smoked and nursed a brandy glass. There was a smell of wood smoke f...

After a five hour flight you are glad to land. The flight has been fine, but the relief of landing is always huge.
A taxi collects you and your family from the airport, A huge gloss black, luxury minibus/people carrier-type vehicle which could probably carry 12 people is waiting, the four of you fitting easily into its plush air-conditioned interior. You speed along foreign motorways, gazing out of the tinted windows, relaxing a little from the flight and the early start and enjoy the sights on your way ...

So, I don't know if you remember me showing my interest in trying three dicks at the same time, but it was always on my bucket list.
Ever since I found out how good double penetration feels like, I wanted to try triple penetration. Though it still hasn't happened yet (I'm working on it and will soon tell you about it when it happens), it's a work in progress. I mean, I never planned it this way, but somehow, I ended up with three fuck buddies, each with their own strict rules. And by strict, I mean they ...

Old Flames 10 Relationship Talk (fiction, M29/F28, con, friends, exs, rekindle)
I sat at a table lightly drinking my ONE beer as I watched a feminine form stomp into the brewery look around looking extremely irritated before settling her fiery eyes on me and stomping her way up to me.
When she was about five feet from me she spoke clearly not screaming but a fair amount of heat in her voice, "YOU'RE AN ASS!!!"...

Dear reader,
This is the fifth installment in the "Life of Anne" series. It doesn't stand alone, so if you'd like to truly follow along, I'd recommend reading parts 1 through 4 first. You can find them on my author page.
This chapter contains a moment of coerced intimacy, as well as references to mental health struggles. For me, these elements make Anne's story feel real, but I understand they can be triggering. I want to mention it up front, without letting it overshadow what I believe is a story wor...

I was sitting at my desk when I heard a knock at my door. How strange I thought, my flatmates usually just walk straight in. I opened the door and to my surprise you were standing there. Dressed in tight clothes, deliberately revealing your body to me. I couldn't lie, I had been waiting to get my hands all over it. "Olivia, what are you doing here?" I say with a surprised expression....

We had just got in to my bed when you positioned myself behind me, your crotch slightly grinding against my ass. You start cuddling me and talking softly about what we were going to do and how I didn't have to be nervous. You rubbed my hands up and down my body and gently kissed my neck and cheek while you did so. Eventually you turned my face towards you and leant in for a kiss. Our lips touch delicately and slowly, you could tell I was still nervous. You rested your hand on my cheek while you kissed me be...

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


Chapter 4: Inspiration

From the Log of War Admiral Norman North, 6 months after Vitalics:
Things have been very quiet since our victory over the Insect fleet, three months ago. I imagine the Insects would be too busy consolidating their hold on our homeworlds to send more than a single fleet against us. Additionally, by the time this fleet attacked us and the news of their failure reached the Insect leadership, we would be months o...

Author's Note:
Well, uhh, sorry?
I may or may not have completely forgotten to continue updating for a while.
Whatever. You don't want apologies, you want smut and I've got a couple months stocked up at this point that I'm dropping all at once because my dumbass left your text on 'read' and forgot to message back for three months....

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Author´s note: It is hilarious the angry reactions I get, probably from angry husbands, while me simply telling the truth.
Like I said before, married pussies need to get filled too! If the husband doesn't take care of a juicy wifey on a frequent base, your wifes will suck our cocks.
The natural human drive is breeding. Why do you think men go on vacation to Thailand, and women e. g. to Africa? To fuck....

Author Notes:
This story takes place in the "Life in Bolares" universe. It's meant to be a stand-alone piece. It takes place in the same strange country and with the same main character. It references the previous chapters, but I tried to explain the reference inside the story so to make this story stands on its own....

Christine's Busy Day

I recently replied to a forum post saying how I fantasise that when I see a hot man out and about, I smile at him and we get talking. He fancies me and gets a huge hard-on and I have to give him a hand job! I thought I would try and turn that fantasy into a not too serious story! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :0)...

I have taken a few liberties when writing this, combining several events into one story. All characters are 18 years or older.
I had been obsessed with sex for as long as I can remember. I masturbated often and had multiple fantasies about many different girls I met, saw on the bus, or saw in movies. I would always try to imagine how naughty they were in bed and what fantasies they had themselves. I would hold my cock in my hand and slowly stroke myself imagining them sharing those intimate needs with me...

All characters are over 18
I let in a sharp inhale as I felt the blunt tip of the dildo enter me. I closed my eyes as I slid down the rubber shaft and imagined myself riding someone, anyone. I picked up speed and rocked my hips, my erection hardening, I began to stroke myself, spearing my ass down on the molded penis. I started to moan, my thoughts showing me as a lithe, well toned woman, chestnut hair in loose curls bouncing on my shoulders as I got fucked by my imaginary man. I shuddered as I came, my ...

It was Farah's first day at her new job as senior logistician at the delivery service, Quick Silver. Before landing the job she made sure to research the company and their mission statement. The company was founded by the Fook brothers, who were older distinguished gentlemen who hired mostly middle-aged men. Farah was the first female as well as being the first under-30 years old employee. Farah strived to meet and exceed the company's mission statement of providing great service with a smile....