This is part two in 'The Ritual,' if you havent read part one, you can do so here. I hope you enjoy this new chapter, and as always let me know what you think in the comments!
Chapter Two: The Mirror
"Mirrors are more than reflective surfaces--" the forum post had read.
The memory hits me with an unannounced slap as I catch my reflection, standing there in front of the apartment door--still in a sweatshirt and pants. Hands pressed against the frame. Anxious. I've been going to the peephole, expecti...

This is the second chapter of my story. Again, any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
(All characters are over the age of 18.)
Katie came back later that day.
Jamie had changed. The lace was gone, the air aired out, the weight of the morning stuffed down into some corner of his chest he didn't want to name. He wore a plain shirt and sweatpants -- soft, colourless -- as if normalcy could be faked by fabric alone....

"Fucking great..." Faylen sighed, staring at the bedsheet in front of her.
Three distinct ropes of her cum stained the fabric. Despite that, her arousal still hummed in the background. What a great way to start the day. Now she had to figure out how to dispose of the evidence before Satia saw it and confirmed her earlier suspicions....

The Law of Property
Themes/Content Warning: FemDom, male sub, Owner/property dynamics, 'legal' contract, male chastity, anal play, masturbation, sexting
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I have decided to take ownership of you. It is time.
In Scots Law, ownerless things are capable of acquisition under the principle of Occupatio, or original acquisition. It merely requires possession of the ownerless thing and your intent to own it. When it comes to wild animals, Scots Law provides that acquisition with the intent...

Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission....

A few weeks ago I had to visit my ex-partner Sally (not her real name) from 30 years ago to discuss some issues in relation to our daughter.
We separated sadly due to some health issues but remained amicable and in touch for the sake of our only child. Sally was my first true love and we met initially as housemates back in the early 1990s....

I've gotten a little light hearted grief over the way the last story ended. Sorry for the cliff hanger there but keep the comments coming! I really enjoy hearing from folks that want to see how Ray's life evolves.
Picking up in Key West... we both just showered and Ray handed me a small bottle of lube, crawling up between my legs in bed......

Today, he returned from another work trip. This time, he had been gone for four days, traveling to another state. I didn't like the place - it looked cold, desolate, and eerie (he had shown me pictures).
Now, he was sitting on the couch in the living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His head was tilted back against the sofa, eyes closed. He had only removed his outerwear and was still dressed in a shirt, trousers, and shoes. He looked exhausted....

Some of our team members joined me in the morning for a flight to Denver to check out our newest location, which is opening at the end of August. Duplicate of the Auburn location including the castle which will be used as a hotel. Once we arrived everyone checked into their hotel room to change and join me in a banquet hall for dinner....

Marie took the wad of tissues her husband, Mark, handed her and quickly blotted at the flow of fresh cum flowing out of her well fucked pussy. Their sex life was great, and they both worked at keeping it exciting. There was one small nagging problem; after almost twenty years, it was as they say; a same sex marriage....

This story could be considered a sequel to A Week on the Coast, Parts 1 and 2. This one starts three months or so after we returned from the coast, but it could be treated as a stand alone story as well. If you've read the first two stories, you know pretty much goes without saying there is m/m/f and bi activity with both sexes. If you're put off by that type of activity this probably isn't for you. Comments are always welcome....

Chapter Five
The next two days at work sped by and Zara constantly repeated in her head the fact that she wasn't going to the meeting in the park. Just because the clamps had enabled her to have another mind-blowing orgasm didn't mean that she should turn up and let some faceless person do whatever he wanted with her. The thought was strangely exciting though and she could not deny the subtle shivers of pleasure that swept through her when she did think about being out in the open, waiting for some man t...

The basement was quiet and its air sultry. Elena's laptop beeped occasionally, its screen throwing light on Elena's discarded pink jumper and other clothes and shoes that she had left casually lying around.
Her desk chair was still standing on the metal hatch with an imprint still in the leather seat where Elena had sat all afternoon. She may not have been sitting there now, but the hatch beneath it was secured by a bolt that Elena had slid across and locked with a padlock that Elena had squeezed shut be...

My arms were tied above my head. My legs were spread wide. I lay naked and exposed for him to do as he pleased. I was alone in our room waiting, just waiting. For him, of course. I had done something wrong, disobeyed his orders, not necessarily on purpose, but I did know it was wrong.
I had left my phone at home by accident, but called him as soon as I got to work to let him know. That, he was fine with. It was when I decided to go out for a drink with my coworker and old college friend, Sabrina, that th...

This short story takes place in the same world as many of my other short stories; a world where CFE (Chastity for Everyone) is a company that has normalized control games/dynamics and chastity. CFE has released all sorts of fun app-controlled toys to make these sorts of fantasies a reality. The disclaimers for this particular story can be found in part one but know that all of these characters are 18+ and completely fictional....

Mama
Yet another session, or was it? I had been seeing this Domme/Disciplinarian for quite some time. I knew what she wanted from me. But today, something was different. Gone were the lacy skirts and corsets. Heck, it was almost a soccer mom skirt and top. Something was up.
Good morning, Mistress...

It was 8:01 pm and I was knocking on Cora's door. She answered with a big smile and a low cut blouse that seemed to smile even more.
"Hey there, right on time! Come on in."
"Thanks, hey Cora, I was wondering, um... I know we had plans to play in the basement, but, um..."
"Oh shit." her face fell. "I know, this is weird. This is wrong. We shouldn't have. I'm a freak for asking, I never should have... ", Cora started to go into an anxiety free-fall, but I pulled the chute before she got too far....

after listening to female masturbation audios, I am feeling so hard and wet so I decided to masturbate and edge as long as I can.


Edging With My Hard And Wet Dick by augustlover77

















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I kept fussing over my hair, trying to make it look perfect for tonight. It was date night with my Son Timothy. Ever since he was a small child, I took him out for a special mother-son evening every other week, and tonight was our night out.
As I fussed over my hair, Kevin, my husband, watched with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Ewww, someone is ready for their big date with our Son. It's your third date since he turned eighteen. You know what date number three means."...

Becoming Katie Part 2
I was awakened by the sound of my dresser drawer opening. My eyes struggled to adjust to the bright lights coming in from the window. I could make out the silhouette of someone standing at my dresser. As my eyes came into focus I could tell that it was my step mom.
"Morning mom," I said while stretching....

All characters over 21.
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"This isn't gonna work," Suzy said.
I had broken my leg in a skiing accident two days before, and I needed help taking a shower, so being the good sister she is, Suzy offered to help me with bathing and to try and keep my cast dry.
"I have to come in there with you. It's just too damn hard to wash you from out here."...

Stepmom's Boyfriend is an Asshole
A reluctant victim, I found my stepmother naked & tied to her bed posts by her wrists & ankles by her ex-boyfriend.
My stepmom, Maureen, is a beautiful redhead. As much as I have a thing for older women, I have a thing for redheads. She has big blue eyes, huge, F cup, triple D cup breasts, and freckles. I love freckles as much as I love older women with big tits. She's as beautiful as she's sexy....

(If you want quick "action," this story isn't for you. If you want an error-free story, this story isn't for you. If you enjoy reading instead of skimming through, this story is for you. Do share your feedback. Thank you)
It was the summer of 1984. I came back with my sister after our 40-minute morning jog with sweat drenching our clothes, partially 'cause of the jog and partially 'cause it was hot. As soon as we entered the house, we went for a quick shower, with her heading to her room and me to the gu...

All characters over 18.
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The box in front of Mark came with a note inside - in a language he couldn't read - and a device that looked like a watch - unlike any he had seen before. The box was put inside his room, laid on top of his sloppily made bed, in plain-enough view that he had no choice but to notice it when he came home from his summer job that afternoon....

I laid in bed and waited quietly for the inevitable visit from my sister. The alarm clock on the table glowed uncomfortably bright in the dark room, its display showing 10:45.
It had been dark for hours now and Hazel might have been sleeping- or she might have been laying there struggling to sleep since it had gotten dark. Or she might have stayed up late reading again. I wasn't really sure. What I did know is that she would be here in my room any second now....

Last night by Ralph Tresvant plays on my phone as I get ready to step out tonight. I've been waiting to hit this lounge for a few months now and wanted to make sure everything was up to par before I stepped out. Lounges in D. C., especially during the summer were always jumping on a Saturday night. I hit the shower to freshen up and to make sure my hygiene is spot on. Hot weather and being musty don't mix when you out on the town....

All of my writing is fiction, and the stories and characters are products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story who need to be are 18 years of age or older. I hope you enjoy! And take a second to vot...

Darkness gave way to flickering sapphire flames. Rune-etched rocks burst from the void, forming the great island where he'd visited Solveig. Great maws of darkness opened within the rock. From the darkness emerged a soft sound: the cry of a bird, perhaps. No... the bleating of an elk.
Frowning, Caderyn stepped into the murky shadows. More sounds rippled from the great void. When he cocked his head to the left, the noise was a bloodcurdling scream. Yet when he tilted his head in the other direction, the s...

Chris's heart rate escalated as he sat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom. His eyes were locked on Ashley, who was lying sprawled across the bed, her hair fanned out behind her, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving with each labored breath. He had never seen her so worked up. She was so loud, so vocal as her body shook with what must have been her fifth orgasm. She was not even looking at Chris anymore, her whole attention was on Clayton and the massive cock that brought her to staggerin...

There is a lake right in the middle of the forest with perfect coordinates, like a heart beating and pumping life to the green lushness. I grew up ten miles West from the lake, in a large farmhouse bordering the edge of the forest. I'd go hiking through the forest with my father some of the days but never reached the lake. My father warned me that although the forest was beautiful, it was also dangerous....