[sounds of buzzing from a phone]
[Annoyed] For fuck sake.
[Sound of the phone being answered]
[Anger] FOR THE LAST TIME BLITZ, IT'S MY FUCKING DAY OFF, I DON'T WANT TO GO TO LOO LOO LA-
[Pause to listen to the conversation on the line]
[Severe Annoyance] Because I'm eighteen years old, not FUCKING FIVE!! Now leave me alone and I'll be back tonight!...

Part Ten - Summer Break (Junior → Senior Year)
The last free summer I was ever going to have. That was my line of thinking going into the summer break between junior and senior year. I wanted to relax. I needed to destress and not focus on what chaos I'd seen just a few short months ago. I wanted to have the season open, as open as I could get it. But the rules still applied. I could only be off campus for a week at a time, before coming back to the campus to check in....

Chapter 3 Tara's Plan/ Dance Class
Tara is taken by surprise. She sits on the floor across from Asia, a novice nun, crying. Tara understands--guilt, doubt, and fear. Asia has just started with the sisters of St. Rose. No one really knows her past, not even her best Novice Sister, Alexa.  
Asia fights her sniffles and tears. "I posed for them over a year ago. He said they were for an art class. No one would ever see them. I guess he sold them to a magazine without my knowledge." Sniffling and gasping w...

Chapter 2 BUS HOME
They shook hands formerly, with Gertie looking downward shyly as she released his hand after Johnnie smiled to sweetly and handsomely at her.
Gertie turned and stepped onto the bus and Johnnie got on immediately behind her. She claimed the steep stairs to the top tier of the bus and, as the stairs turned around on itself, she noticed that he was following immediately behind her....

Mother's best friend is a lesbian
Seduced
Robin was really a cute guy and I got on really well with him. He took care of me, studied with me and carried me on his hands. He could be affectionate and super funny, and we spent a lot of time together during the summer semester. We both studied pedagogy in the same year and saw each other almost every day. Sometimes he stayed overnight with me in my little one-room apartment because he lived with two friends in a shared apartment and I didn't want to spen...

Disclaimer
This work is a piece of fiction intended for adult audiences only (18+). All characters depicted are consenting adults engaged in legal, consensual activities. The story contains themes of erotic power dynamics, teasing, and sexual exploration but is purely a fantasy.
This work does not endorse or encourage coercion, manipulation, or non-consensual behavior in real-life relationships. The themes presented are meant as entertainment within the realm of fiction and should not be interpreted a...

We got off the plane in Barcelona. I'd surprisingly slept great, though the rest of my group had not. I guided my sleepy friends through the airport and into an Uber. We checked into our hotel and agreed we would sleep it off and meet up again that night. That gave me the perfect window.
When we planned this trip, I pushed so hard for Europe and Spain in particular because I really wanted to try a nude beach. I'd never been before, but the idea sounded so exciting. I'd never been naked outdoors, or even ...

Popsicles and Forbidden Promises
By Serena Vayne
Welcome to a tale where boundaries blur and desires ignite in the most unexpected corners of a quiet Denver home. Meet Sarah, a wife whose playful care for her injured father-in-law, Henry, spirals into a web of taboo temptation. With her husband Jake's unspoken approval, what begins as innocent teasing erupts into a raw, unbridled dance of lust--each touch, each whisper pushing them deeper into a dangerous game. When secrets unravel and stakes rise, th...

Janet went to the gym every other day after work, three times a week. A professional woman in her mid-twenties, she envisioned a future for herself with this powerful company. To keep herself in the positive eyes of her supervisor and his bosses, she had to maintain her professional appearance. If they stopped looking at her, they would also stop looking at her personnel file for qualifications to move her up. She had always known that business was a sexual boys' club and rather than fight it, she joined it...

Megan saved me. Caught between two worlds, I felt out of place, out of body, and out of my mind. I'd always felt like I didn't belong in my body - a boy by birth. It wasn't until my mid-teens that I had the courage to say something - do something about it. Despite my dad's rejection, my transition to womanhood was pretty smooth. I took hormones and I changed - I became slenderer and sleeker. My waist pulled in, my hair turned fair and light, and my voice register went higher. Then there were my breasts. The...

Wicked Whispers
by Serena Vayne.
The Tennessee night pressed heavy against Tommy's truck, parked in a dark corner of Knoxville, the faint glow of streetlights cutting through the windshield, mixing with the sticky heat and the sour tang of spilled beer on the seat. Sarah knelt between his legs, her blonde hair spilling over his thighs, big tits straining against her tight tank top, lips wrapped tight around his cock--long, thin, throbbing harder than it should, but his mind wasn't on her. Fuck... Lily...

I was surprised to see the strong reactions to Mike's story as people imparted their own feelings of what's acceptable, so I'm curious if this story changes anyone's perceptions of the situation. Since some people seemed unaware, until later, just to be clear, this is a cuck story in the end. It's in the tags, but some people seemed caught off guard, so I figured I'd throw that out in the beginning. For me, there were two antagonists to the story, Mike, being the tangible, and Chad's lack of engagement, bei...

My eyes slowly began to open as I saw the sunlight pouring in through the window. I sat up, trying to rub the sleep out of them, and stretched my body.
The house was quiet, but as I stepped closer to the kitchen, I heard faint movement--the sound of a spoon clinking against ceramic.
I followed the sound....

INTRODUCTIONS
I am Helen West. I am 32 and have been married for 6 years. I am looking for a man to have an affair with. My marriage is not 'happily ever after'. We argue a lot more than average. Our sex life was great for 2 years, but is now so-so.
I did one of those internet quizzes, which showed I rated my marriage as 65 out of 100. They classify this as 'normal'....

This is a work of trans sexual fantasy, with mutual enthusiasm but without explicit discussions of consent. Though words like cunt, pussy, clit, womb, dick, and hole are used to describe the trans man's body, they are not intended to be read as feminizing. Just a heads up if that is not your thing.
~Horny reading!...

This is chapter three of a 'confessions of a window cleaner' type story following our protagonist, Thomas (Mac), as he learns the ropes at a small Architecture consultancy in England.
If a chapter doesn't tickle your fancy, maybe the next will... I hope so.
As always, all characters are of age and consent to the activities described. Unfortunately, none of this relates to actual people I know, but some may come from personal experience....

Chapter 3: Berlin Crossroads
It was late 2029 when Julia's phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number: "Berlin. Exhibition opening. You in?" She recognized Dan's dry tone even without a signature. She was 32 now, a charge nurse at a Brooklyn hospital, her life a grind of charts and night shifts. He was 27, a rising name in London's art scene, his plaster casts and raw paintings earning him a solo show at a gritty gallery in Kreuzberg. Four years had stretched between them since London--scattered tex...

Chapter 16 - Working on the Rail Road
The kitchen crew
The lunch rush was over, the crew is cleaning up the dinning car and wanting to settle down for their meal of leftovers in the staff car. The car, like the caboose, was specially built for the food and beverage staff. It is located behind the dinning car and kitchen, and used for the staff to sleep, rest and escape to when the dinning car has emptied. Setup as a storage room, a series of bunk beds and a day room, it is also used as a game room, sn...

Dear Reader,
In Part 1, Sissy Angela met his roommate and pimp, Mistress Wyatt. His new Mistress ordered the prison's beautician, Tiffany, to dye the sissy's hair and style it in a glamorous updo. Then she loaned Angela to a prison guard as payback for a favor. In this installment Angela services a prison VIP....

Jake had been counting the hours since last Wednesday, each day a slow crawl of restless energy. Envy and Desiree had carved themselves into his mind--their hands, their voices, the way they'd owned him so completely. By the time the doorbell rang, he was a live wire, bolting to answer it with his heart hammering against his ribs. He swung the door open, and there they stood, side by side, a vision that stole his breath. Envy's green eyes glinted with wicked promise, her jet-black hair catching the hallway ...

Note 1: This is a reupload, incorporating feedback I received on the first upload.
Note 2: This story includes mind control, dubious consent, threesomes, crossdressing, domination/submission, and cuckolding. It is not supposed to be taken seriously or viewed as a morality tale. Think of it as just some hot roleplay. If that's your cup of tea, please read on!...

Chapter 19
Kim and Helena dressed like Rob in stockings, suspender belts, then their nightgowns. Together they headed to the dining room.
"I'll get something for us to eat. Rob, can you open a bottle of wine? I have some in the kitchen." Kim gestured toward the door.
As soon as Rob had followed her into the kitchen, Kim turned to him. "I saw you look to Helena as we talked. Don't worry, she isn't offended by what I say. She and I have been lovers for a long time. Perhaps we always will be. You didn...

I could have slotted this into anal, BDSM, or romance. It's all three of those things. Trigger warnings: the r-word (for sexual assault), anal, some bondage, heavy degradation/humiliation, really questionable consent/consensual non-consent (CNC), maledom (fem-sub). It starts off romantic and then changes into something... quite different....

Future Wife Training - Part 2 - slave girl sara
He pushed his cock into my mouth and worked it down my throat. he was soon stiff, and big. He pulled out, slapped my bottom and slave one fed him into my bummy hole.
It wasn`t half bad to be honest and had I been able to play would have cum. When he had done, slave one cleaned him up, and licked around my bummy hole, now that I did like....

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other 'deviant' sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and...

Hello, my name is Tom.
Lets start by me telling the world that I'm an idiot.
There it is, my big admission.
One reason for this self declaration is the bet I made with my best friend.
The bet was, could I meet a girl whom I could seduce, and convince to becoming my submissive, in one week or less....

Chapter 3
I smiled at melissa and indicated that she should come over to me. The collar was starting to rub at her neck so I started to release the buckle but she became upset, so I assured her I wasn't letting her go and that we would put it back on later when her neck had lost some of the redness. I then pulled her onto my knees so I could give her a hug and reassure her that I was very pleased with her behaviour so far and asked her if she was enjoying her servitude....

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I'd been at the job less than a week when I realized Sally wasn't like any boss I'd ever had.
Mid-thirties, with wavy brunette hair that cascaded over her shoulders like a dark river, she had this way of moving--slow, deliberate, hips swaying under her classy pencil skirt--that made it impossible not to stare....

The shower was running.
My boyfriend William came into the kitchen wearing only a towel around his narrow waist. He went to start a cup of coffee when I pounced. I seized him by the arms and yanked them back to his surprise, and cuffed them with leather cuffs as quickly as I could before he had a chance to fight back....

Haughty.
That's the word that came to mind when he met her.
Della, a relative or a family friend of his ex-wife, presumably. The brief encounter - the only one - had been at a large gathering at his in-laws' a couple of years ago.
"Her real name is Emilia," Susan had told him afterwards, "Emilia della Frusta." She had giggled, he remembered, wondering now if her mirth had come from something other than the wine....