Part 8 of The Brat Chronicles
Eve
Tomorrow came around after the first time Scott pushed his entire cock in my asshole for the first time. I had been on my best behaviour. It was almost instinctual. A part of me felt like anal was on the table now. Even though I knew I could stop Scott at any moment, I knew I wouldn't unless I was truly distressed....

My professor's words blended together as my mind trailed off and the lecture loomed on in the backdrop.
What did Rylee mean when she said she had a surprise for me after class? It had already been a full week since she had kept my keys and given me her list of rules for my so-called chastity sentence. I had been good about following them and had memorized them in just a day or so, reading them every morning and night just to further engrain them....

Two Velvet Gloves
Themes/content warning: Female Led Relationship, FemDom, male sub, high heels, Keyholder, cockcage, mild CBT, consent as rapport in a LTR
You'll be here in a minute. You're taking me out for dinner tonight and you're never late. We're going to the finest restaurant in town, and I've dressed for the occasion. The stockings that you love me to wear, tucked into a pair of heels so high that I am almost the same height as you when I wear them. A figure-hugging black velvet dress that emp...

She tossed him the keys with a casual flick of her wrist. "You drive," she said, her tone light but unreadable.
He caught them reflexively, eyebrows lifting. That wasn't how their trips usually began. And he noticed something else--he hadn't been asked to "prepare" himself. No instructions. No plug. No collar. No toys waiting in plain sight. The bedroom had been tidy, the bed made, everything quiet. Only the packed bags in the corner gave any indication they were going anywhere at all....

He came through the door just after six, tired and ready to collapse. His tie hung loose, his shirt wrinkled from a long day. But what stopped him in his tracks were the two suitcases by the door--his and hers. Packed.
She stepped into view like she had been waiting all day for this exact moment. Calm. Confident. That energy she wore when control wasn't a question--it was a fact....

Over Mother's Knee


A young man experiences the joy of motherly discipline.

Little did I know this would be an Easter weekend I would never forget.
"Mum", I called out as I entered the front door,
"In here Paul," came a muffled reply from the kitchen. I walked through the hall to see my mother facing away from me on all fours, peering into the washing machine. Her skirt had ridden up, so that her thighs were exposed almost to the top, and her feet had slightly slipped out of a pair of...

Disclaimer: please note the following story, people and scenarios are fictional. All characters are also over 18 years old. This is just meant for fun.
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Jacqueline Madison lived with her son, Jackson, in a small Midwest farming town. Most people just called them Jack & Jill, like the nursery rhyme. They hated it at first, but it eventually grew on them....

This work is purely a work of fiction.
All characters in the story are 18+
Her face is leaning against the window, looking out with her big eyes into the pitch-black night. A loud clap of thunder splits the sky and lights up her cheeks as tears stream down. She remembers the hellish night when she lost her soul. Monsters broke into her home and killed her husband in front of her and her children. Not content with his death, they forced her son to dishonor her and her daughter. She was forced to look a...

As they lie there, entwined and spent, Vincent whispers a tender promise into Rose's ear. "I'll never let you go, baby girl. You're mine, now and forever." His body still trembling with aftershocks, he holds her close, savoring the intimacy of the moment, and the knowledge that he's claimed her, body and soul. "You know... you definitely fulfilled a few fantasies for me, but I need you to do something for me Rose..."...

"You don't mind if your Aunt comes to stay for a bit do you?" My mother's words broke into my reverie where I was just about to plunge my cock into the waiting pussy of Taylor Swift. It was a shame because she was gagging for it, only she didn't know it because she was thousands of miles away and I was only looking at her image on the TV screen. To me however it was all so real and now Mum had ruined it....

I am David Arnold and our story begins about four years ago. Amy and I bought a small acreage on the edge of town, only about 6 acres, and we loved it. The peace and quiet of the country but very near the small town too.
My wife Amy is a beautiful woman and a very good wife. Now you need to know Amy has a center fold body, big full breasts that set high on her chest. A small waist and full beautiful hips. She is tall at 5' 7" and a nice weight at about 120 pounds. Semi blonde hair cut short and deep blue...

****Elizabeth part 5
Unsure if there was some sort of rule or order to find pleasure with the stunning woman in front of her, Liz found herself following pleasure instead of searching for it. Her hands roamed over the woman's body. She knew what felt good on her own body, making it all the easier to please the goddess before her....

Chapter 14
Epilogue ending
This is an Epilogue for the story and the initial intent of the ending. I did write a different ending with a lot more substance. That continuation, 14A and beyond, of the story does not follow the intended romantic-ish incest storyline. It will be released when I find time to finish editing it....

Writer's note: This story will be an ongoing series called the Saviors of Mythoros. All characters in this story are adults. The story is very similar to any cockhero games so male ejaculation happens after many build ups. Please enjoy!
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My Sister Made Me
Chapter 24
Sam
After the conversation with her mother the evening before, Sam had taken a little while to recover and regain her senses from all that had been revealed. She quickly decided that bed was the safest place for her and sleeping was the best thing she could think of....

The Eden Project
Suzy 18
Peter 18
Mary (Mother)
Seth (Father)
Seth and Mary are members of a sect called The Eden Project that follow an unique way of life with strict upbringing of children. This includes eating no meat, exercising in the mornings, good breakfast, education based on their doctrine, and no sex until 18years of age. This means sex education is not part of the curriculum, only rudimentary information is given with a promise of more when they reach 18 years of age. Until then th...

Again, this is a story of fiction. ALL Characters are 18 years and older. Please enjoy reading.
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Still in shock, our eyes drifted from the door to each other. Almost midnight now, the temperature in our room was still electric, although tempered from the surprise voyeurs at our door. Not knowing just who was listening, I sat there at our beds edge, a whirlwind of emotions running rampant....

The story does not contain sexual activity involving minors.
Of note: Some readers do not accept stories about a relationship between a son and his stepmother as incest, but I do.
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I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth. Mom was a professor of Chemistry at the university, and Dad was an entrepreneur who became a billionaire after founding several successful startups. They were very happy together and lived normal life without too much extravagance, but I was never spared anything I wished. I ...

Queen always manages to astound me like this. Her confidence to march into the office of a stranger, with so much at stake, and not just tell the truth but to persuade her that it is everyone's interests to come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement. Queen really should be the head of United Nations. She would have those world leaders sorted out in no time at all!...

"Tighter."
"Milady--"
"I said, 'tighter.'"
"Regrettably, I can't do that."
With a huff and a sigh, she whipped around to face her courtier, auburn curls swishing. "And pray tell, why not?"
"I... would cut off your circulation, milady."
She blinked, pink tinging her cheeks. "Oh... yes, I... imagine that would be bad."...

I left work early. It was 4:30 pm. The plan was to surprise her with a visit to her favorite restaurant. I had made the reservation, it was all set. The drive home was unremarkable, with my excitement growing stronger as my home drew closer. I forgot to even play music, I could hear my own heartbeat. This was my moment. This was the time to win her back!...

His cum dripped out of me, making my thighs sticky, he was supposed to be my mentor, yet he fucked me wildly with reckless abandon. I walked back to my dorm room, my short skirt barely covering anything and heels in hand. The cold air felt good against my skin. Was supposed to feel bad that we were having an affair? That I was the other woman?...

Death, divorce, moving. These are three things described as the most stressful events for a person. Grief over loss of a loved one could make you unable to do anything, struggling with sorting out finances and possessions could be infuriating, and dealing with uprooting your life and planting it somewhere else could be stressful beyond measure....

We were at a cocktail party together, my wife Tara and I. She hung onto my arm, the warmth of her delicate hands seeping through my shirt sleeves. I was already a little hot; the room was large and the evening chill, but nonetheless the sheer mass of people created something of a stifling humid atmosphere, and Tara's warm grip wasn't doing much to cool me down. I didn't mind, though. I felt I was her protector here; though it was an event for her line of work, the afterparty of an academic conference where ...

STICKING IT TO MY BOSS'S SISTER


(Shauna's Turn)


©2025 by the author using the pen name Smuttyandfun


This is for the 'On The Job' event 2025.

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All six of us were elbowing each other, chuckling, as we watched our boss Delores carefully sliding off her desk, doing her best to keep her legs closed as she made her way into her private bathroom. She had so much cum leaking out of her pussy, she was leaving a white s...

Chapter 11 - final chapter
Two weeks later, Leon woke up dazed very early in the morning. Huddled, he was still in the small cage where he had to spend the nights since arriving at Rebekka's. It could hardly be called sleep, as he woke every few hours from the monotonous position, with either an arm or a leg numb. Additionally, she fixed one of her frequently worn shoes over his mouth and nose every night, forcing him to inhale the intense scent of the shoe continuously. This not only amused Rebekka but ...

The beginning.
I called Ty to give him her decision. He wanted me to come to see him. When I arrived, he took me into his office. "Is she really going to do this?"
"Yes and no. She wants to do it like Mary, except at home. I will need whatever equipment and supplies to turn her into a hucow."
"Does she know what she's doing?"...

Jack and Eve discuss their prior trysts. They discuss what may be on the next agenda. Eve tells him that different things excite her and that she would like Jack to surprise her next time. Jack ponders it for a few weeks and decide to see how Eve reacts to a bit of bondage.
He starts work in his workshop on her surprise and doesn't let her even take a look. He builds a system of pulleys that will pull her legs up and apart as well as two more for her legs. He can totally suspend her with just a few tugs....

I met you in Russian class.
You were younger than me, soft-spoken, but with this quiet gravity that pulled people in without even trying. The way you dressed--scarves, skinny jeans, flats that clicked softly on the floor--you had this polished look that made you feel out of reach. But it wasn't just the way you looked. It was the way you smiled, the freckles under your eyes, the way your laugh felt like something I wanted to wrap myself in....

Chapter One
The morning light filtered through dusty blinds, casting bars of gold across Jacob Whitney's bedroom. He stood before the mirror, his daily ritual of confrontation. The young man's face and neck were scarred, horrifically scarred--a gift from a maddened Pit Bull eleven years ago when he was just eight years old. A surgeon had done his best, but there was only so much he could do with flesh that had been torn and mangled. The scars ran deep, creating valleys and ridges across what had once bee...