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I pull the first box out of my backseat and nudge the door of my truck shut with my elbow.
I carry the box of my broken down bed into my new one floor house, stopping to look out the kitchen window. To the left of my yard is woods and on the other side is my neighbor's yard, separated from mine with...

"Ohh Thistle Whistle!" A much too cheery voice called out, deafening the chimes of the front bell. Thistle was fortunate to find herself hidden in the back of her gallery. She was able to brace herself for a moment before the whirlwind found her.
It had been nearly two weeks since Archer had left. E...

My name is Jim, and I am a sex addict and heavily into bondage and rough sex. I have used many women in my life so far but, to date, they had all been western women. This is my story of how I turned a shy Asian virgin into my slut.
I had read that sex with Asian women was different, maybe better, th...

When I arrived he was at the door at once, spinning me around, taking my bag from me wordlessly at first, then ordering me to remove my shoes but to stay there. I obeyed. I was standing again as he came back and wrapped a powerful arm around me, gripping my throat tightly and pulling me back against...

Ms Abby's Home For Not-So-Reluctant Anal Sluts
Content Advisory
This story contains heavy BDSM power-exchange, exhibitionism elements, and explicit anal play. Expect degradation language, public humiliation, and consumption of bodily fluids. There are intense scenes of impact play, restraint, and co...

My older sister, Jennifer, is already married and has a house with her husband, Jonathon. They are both in their early 30s. I, Katie, am 23 years old and I still live with my parents. Every once in a while, I join them for a game night or something, and I might sleep over in their guest room. They e...

This continues "The Stables: Marcie's Story" and precedes "The Stables: The Psychotherapist". The first draft was much less kind to the girls. Though The Stables involves some elements of coercion, the girls are mostly prisoners of their own desires. This story begins with Marcie fearing she will be...

Once I had opened up the excel sheet I gave it a quick scroll through. It was a pretty hefty document and it almost felt realistic to have it done within the timeframe my Mistress had given me. I sighed and started filling it in, in the hopes it wouldn't take me to long.
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Vanessa
He grabbed my left hand and left foot, cuffing them really quickly together as he untied my hands, followed by my legs. It would be dumb of me to try and make a run for it now. That was what he was expecting and I frankly knew nothing about where we were. It's highly likely we were somewhere...

This is a direct follow on from New Job 3, I recommend reading this first. Comments and stars are much appreciated.
"I loved it too, I loved being used before I put the cage on you which I didn't expect. I loved having control of you which I did expect. I had better go to bed, I'm going to my boyfri...

"You're being a brat, you know," He said, just a tiny hint of amusement on his face. His expression also conveyed that he was shifting a bit into a more serious tone; Master.
A slow smile spread across her face. This wasn't unexpected, and perhaps even subconsciously what she wanted. "Yes, Master, y...

Chapter title: Vanessa's Escapades
Vanessa
When we walked inside the sex shop, a young woman wearing a sundress greeted us. She quite politely said hello and then continued on into the store.
The sex shop was filled with every last thing you could think of. There was a wall just for vibrators, an ai...

My greatest fantasy has always been the hotwife, the slutty wife who has sex with others with her spouse's consent and often participation. I had met several couples who shared this proclivity and had enjoyed being the second man in some amazing threesomes. Along the way I had discovered the fluid n...

Note: This is a work of fiction for adults only.
Lucy struggled to position herself for inspection as the cellblock door creaked open. Her punishment cell left her few options but she knew that any missed details would only extend her stay. She was in an upright kneeling position with her back angle...

In the bedroom, Lacey curled under the covers, heart still fluttering, legs aching with a tension she didn't quite understand. Her skin was flushed, her breath uneven, as if she'd just sprinted up the stairs instead of walked.
She lay on her side, hands tucked under her cheek, eyes staring into the ...

It's a cold, windy February Friday night, the kind of cold that cuts through every stitch of clothing, no matter how bundled you are, and leaves you shivering uncontrollably. The only people out tonight after the business day is done are the lovers scurrying to dinner or the movies or maybe a club, ...

Chapter 39: A spark
"So, want to join me and fight this guy?" demanded Corantin.
It was the next day. Corantin had just told Amari what had happened. In the aftermath of the previous day's events, Corantin was lost on how to beat Lucas. He was too skillful at using multiple elements, Corantin had to...

This is Chapter 9 of "Brenna at The Academy". Reading all chapters in sequence is recommended for context and maximum enjoyment.
This series is a work of complete fiction and fantasy borne of the imagination. All characters and locations are fictional and any resemblance to real people, names, event...

Chapter 1 The Pink Dress
I started getting ready for him.
I chose a pink shirt dress, soft and innocent at first glance, but when I buttoned it just right, it hinted at the sinful things I wanted him to do to me. The collar framed my throat perfectly. I left the top undone for a teasing peek of clea...

Well, let me recap the events of the day. Six years after I left, my adopted father suffered a massive stroke, ending up in the ICU for three weeks before he died. I found the house in disarray; I took over the house and their lives. Gave them an option: be my slaves or leave permanently. They chose...

Chapter Six: A summons
When I was young and used to play with my Barbie dolls, I would create whole worlds on my bedroom floor. I had a few different outfits for her, and a Barbie house, and a Ken, and various accessories that I'd saved up for with my pocket money and bought every few months when I ...

The following erotic BDSM story has themes of humiliation, control, raceplay and other darker themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to h...

We had been members of this BDSM club for a number of years now and had become very respected members. So much so that we had even got a reputation for the shows we would sometimes put on as part of our exhibitionist streak.
Tonight was one of those nights and I had already told him I was in one of ...

Written for the lesbian cuck-lovers.
"Oooooohhhhhh myyyyy goooooood" came the scream from Lara's headphones, as the girl on her computer screen was forced face-down into the mattress. An exceptionally large, hard cock was gliding in and out of her, and her muffled moans continued from the mattress.
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"Hi Maggie!"
"Hi! How did it go, Leib?" She always called me Leib. She sounded excited
"It's... err... I've not quite... you know... he's still tied up at the moment..." I was a bit dazed by my orgasm.
"Sorry! Oh shit! Are you still... is he... you know...?" She sounded embarrassed, but still excite...

At the airport, people would often go receive loved ones, and use the excuse to get Nandos, or a late night lounging snack. It was Sunday night, and the returning ones had returned from India.
They were empty, from faraway excursion, and were thinking of being home already. Fatima and Asad, and thei...

You invited a friend over tonight. You told me that he is someone you respect -- accomplished, charismatic, confident. You admire him, and now you want him to see me.
We are in New York, tucked away in our hotel room together. Our penthouse room is spacious, with a stunning view of Central Park. We'...

I'm in the kitchen on my knees. I hope you don't notice that I'm hiding behind my hair as I pull the kitchen towel over the mess of egg and flour that covers the floor, the cabinet, the countertop. I have agreed to this. I know it. You know it. But I can't help the bit of salt water that falls from ...

'Now, here,' Dan looked up and Shell, now his owner, spat on his face again. 'Lick my asshole you fucking cunt,' she said with a huge grin on her face.  
On the video feed to the TV screen I could see he was kneeling behind her in an instant, and as she held my hips, me pushing myself back onto the ...

Authors Note: This is the last two chapters of this story. I hope you enjoyed my first BDSM story. I look forward to reading your comments. If I get some ideas I might write some stories covering his other stays in other cities. Thanks to Helen1899 for the suggestions which got me started on this.
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