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"BRAT!" I observed with a fast-growing smirk. "Since when does my good boy believe he can call me princess? Do I need to remind you who I am?" I slowly rise from our leather couch to grab a pair of handcuffs. I open a cuff to attach it to the back of my jean short belt loops. The ripped strings upon the shorts match my grey low-cut crop-top jacket. My white sports bra is visible. My usually good boy can't help but stare from time to time....

It was the noises, the sounds that had brought David this far. A female's cries he recognized; a male's deep baritone moans and occasional groans; words; spots of laughter; more cries. The once distant sounds had brought him up the stairs and down the landing to the open doorway from which they emanated. He'd stopped short, heart thumping. And thumping even harder following his mild exertion....

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, many in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION. No marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce, or you think ...

It was a late July evening. Despite the heat and humidity, a pleasant breeze from the lake created a comfortable evening.
I sat back in my Adirondack chair at the end of my dock, enjoying a glass of white wine while watching pleasure boats and the occasional SeaDoo glide by, all under a beautiful sunset....

It was hard for Clark not to long for his girlfriend Sadie. Her smile was charming and lit a spark in his heart every time he saw it. Her long smooth hair was kept in a ponytail that seemed to sway playfully. Even the way she walked seemed to have a bounce of vitality. It was hard not to be aroused by her too. She often wore short shirts that exposed her slender, tanned midriff. Her tight shorts also accentuated her tight ass, leaving Clark with a powerful longing for her body. Yet, in spite of her desirabi...

Starting Over X, Part 3
This is the tenth section of the continuing saga "Starting Over".
In Part I, LTC (Retired) John Jackson had moved to Seattle after being widowed. He ran into some trouble and some decent people (okay, and a few strippers), while working towards getting his private investigator license. That took place between Sep and Dec 2012....

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My first day at the school I never should have been allowed at is finally here. I walk around the Sandenhal campus trying to see it for what it claims to be: A highly prestigious and sought after two-year educational institution empowering young women aged 18 years and older to be fully prepared for the trials of college. My belongings have all been sent on to m...

Where do I start? Well, to get us going, maybe a bit about me. I'm Joshua Morgan, 36, I live in London England, and I'm happily divorced. I've never written about myself before, but the events of the last few months have upended my life, and I feel a need to share my experience. I run and go to the gym regularly and although probably a bit biased, I would say I'm attractive. I'd always been promiscuous and active with the opposite sex and up until my marriage, had spread my seed far and wide at every opport...

Lisa was our neighbour a few years back before she moved to London. She was always friendly with me and my wife, N____, and we stayed in touch after she moved away. Back then things were good between me and N____, but still I couldn't help noticing Lisa. She was in her early twenties and very free and confident in the way she dressed - and undressed. I remember a few times looking out the window as she did her gardening in a bikini and wondering if she knew and liked that I was watching. Just something in t...

Celebrate the Boss's breakthrough album with the

Born to Run Story Event



From the creator and organizer of this event WaxPhilosophic:


August 25, 2025 will mark the 50th anniversary of Bruce Springsteen's Born to Run album. Arguably Springsteen's breakthrough and most well-known work, the album embodies the idea of escape, freedom of the open road, and taking a last-gasp chance at finding happiness....

"Where are we Trev?" I asked him. He prefers to be called The Traveller, but that is just too much of a mouthful, so I call him Trev. He is an alien, from a planet far away, and he says that there are few of his race left. He says race because it seems most Aliens are all the same species, seeded by mysterious aliens known as the Ancients a very long time ago....

All In A Day's Work

Connie opened the door before the sing-song chime had faded away. The light-blue van, with the lettering Marsh Home Care painted clearly on its panelled sides, was not to be seen, but the dark outline of Jack Marsh had filled the frosted glass panel.
"Hi, sorry I'm a bit late, but the last job took longer than expected." He reached out to her, and she was drawn into his arms before they shared deep open-mouthed kisses. Jack gently pushed shut the door behind him with his foot....

GNI Ch 2 - Hakeem and Dontrell
Ida and the boys put on a show
The doorbell rang and I shouted to Ida that her boys were here and asked where she was in her preparation. She replied, "Just five minutes." I knew that was wrong.
I descended the stairs and opened the door to reveal two tall slender black men in their twenties. "Hey there. I'm Hakeem." one of them said extending his hand....

I'd been working with Lance for three years by the time we crossed the line. We'd always noticed each other. How could I not notice him? He's handsome in a clean-cut, all-American way. Former wrestler. Broad shoulders and a thick chest, and nice solid thighs.
I'm long and lean, 125 pounds with legs for days. He has a good 75 pounds on me. Strong hands he can wrap around my waist and......

I was encased in heat, in flesh, in diaphanous light. Under the sheet, with one of my arms under each of their legs, their pussies pulsing, emanating more heat from inches away, and filling the space with the texture and scent of sex. My face was wet. My sweat from the heat mixed with the slick juices of their orgasms. Their breasts above me heaved with satiated conquest. My cock ached with desire. My mind wondered what came next....

It had been several weeks since we last played with her boy. Life kept getting in the way, and I could see the need rising in her. The hunger for more.
Our one-on-one sessions were always pleasurable and mind-blowing. But there was an itch she needed scratched. The week leading up to our tryst was filled with her riding my face. Drowning me in her juices. I fucked her hard and often, teasing her with words of naughty affirmation. "In a few days, you will be bent over, taking cock after cock. Filling your...

I arrived at the City Headquarters for a few meetings. This country was amidst a 21st-century Civil War, City versus Land. Casualties were high on each side. There were food shortages in the cities, along with rebellion everywhere.
I was in command of a City prisoner-of-war (POW) camp. My history in this country started less than 10 years ago when I moved here for love, which didn't work out. Two years ago, I became a citizen, and now I'm Captain Callum Aberrcrombie in a war I didn't want any part of....

Kristen and I were friends in college. We'd been in the same circle and would hang out from time to time. She had dated a buddy of mine for a bit, so I never considered dating her. Although after they broke up we still would do friend things together.
A year or so after graduation, she moved to the city I was living in and called me up for dinner. It was nice to have another friend in town. So we started hanging out after that. I could not help but notice that she had gotten even more attractive than whe...

It was a while before I returned to the massage parlor in the Twin Cities, which "featured" my hand job and blowjob friend Tammi. The COVID thing shut down most of the parlors, and those still running did nothing outside of a hand job and perhaps a look and feel at the woman's tits. That included Tammi....

I hung around this Frat house for around a year when I was 22. I was there mostly for one boy, Damon, but was pretty much the free use house slut. Anyway, I'm there one weekend as usual partying, mostly it was the brothers from the house and a few of their girlfriends in the kitchen.
I went into the kitchen to grab some ice, and all the girls stopped talking when I walked in. I knew they were talking about me, but I did not care. Hello Ladies I announced. Some of them gave a weak hello and others just st...

By C. A. Tryst (sobrattycatlady). Copyright 2025. All rights reserved. Do not use without permission.
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Some of this is not true. I do lie for drama. How much? I'll never tell.
I'm lonely in my marriage. Well, correction--I wasn't getting fucked. Which, for me, was devastatingly lonely. I crave the kind of attention you only get from being good and properly fucked. I want to be called a "good little girl" despite clearly being very bad. I want all my holes stretched and filled with cum just to fee...

Those of you who are familiar with isekais, you can skip this paragraph. An isekai is a story within a story format, where the protagonist somehow, usually by death or computer foulup, ends up living inside some kind of story or computer game, and is aware of the nature of what he or she is living in. For the specifics of this particular series of tales, read Bikini Isekai: Bikini Detailing 1 for the background....

Authors note* With summer activities in full bloom, I still hammer away at this story as time allows. For those following from the start, I hope you enjoy this chapter leading up to vacation break as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, I look forward to the creative boost reading your comments.
Chapter 18...

Girls Night In - Prolouge
This series contains accounts of sexual activities of Ida and Terry, a couple, and Tina, their mutual friend. To say that their sex life is rich is perhaps an understatement and a better descriptor might be debauch. The stories in this series fictionalized true events and the only license exercised included reduced time lines, some events are aggregations of individual events and a few name changes to protect the guilty....

It's finally Friday night and a gaggle of our young and increasingly drunk coworkers are talking over each other. The jokes are fired lightning fast over the bar, overlapping comments both sarcastic and excited, sometimes a bright laugh when something makes it through our heavy cynicism. The roar is growing louder in the dark basement as we trade workplace stories from our law firm and other local gossip....

We have the greatest little pub in our neighborhood. It is the neighborhood of our second home so for us it is very secluded no matter how popular. It isn't really a "cheaters bar" although it truly is one. We have made great meet ups there and the bad ones are too few to mentioning. So, we arrived to check out the evening's doings....

This experience came out of nowhere for me. It was never planned, I really never dreamed it could happen, but it did.
I was wandering at a local mall while my wife shopped. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see an old neighborhood friend, Jasmine. She and her husband had moved to a different neighborhood to be closer to his job. She and I had always been friendly, but our spouses, for whatever reason, hadn't been....

Between working too much and being divorced, I slid into a routine of boring porn addiction. It wasn't boring while I was doing it, but each time I finished, I felt sad.
Getting divorced wasn't my idea. My ex decided that one of her co-workers was the love of her life.   It caught me off guard because our sex life was amazing for the first three years we were married.  ...

A/N: "The Urban Dictionary Definition states: Heteroqueer is a person who is primarily attracted to the opposite sex but also has some same-sex attraction or gender fluidity. This person might identify as heterosexual most of the time, but they might also sometimes experience same-sex attraction or feel more comfortable expressing their gender in a non-binary way." : A/N...

I lay in bed next to Serena, wondering how long I had to wait to touch her. We'd had a huge fight on the way to the beach, and had been studiously avoiding each other since. I don't even really know exactly what the argument was about. Sometimes, she just seemed to want to be mad at me, any reason would do. I think that I was some kind of weird rebellion for her. I didn't examine my motivations in the relationship too closely. When I shone a light on them, I was inevitably kind of disgusted with myself....