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This is a Harbinger96 original and is not to be shared, reposted, or redistribute without my consent. All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
Content Warning: Some offensive language and mention of reluctant acts.
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Ah yes, the first day of senior year. Every girl's dream. Unless you happen to be Hailee, of course.  ...

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....

A reader suggested a follow-up to "Carl's Gifts" and this is the result. It's probably not what was expected. Reading that story first should help, but is not necessary. This story begins immediately at the conclusion of "Carl's Gifts."
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Carl needed that beer. Bad. His brain was twisted up like a pretzel, and no amount of deep breathing was going to untangle it. So, when he spotted a bar on a corner with a neon sign promising "Cold Beer & Good Times," he didn't hesitate....

Thanks to markf52 for the editing help.
All sexual encounters are between characters eighteen and older.
I awoke to someone shaking my foot. When I could see properly, I focused on the man at the foot of my bed. He was tall, with long black hair and a beard, with dark, piercing eyes. The armor he was wearing looked to be made from fire, lightning, and smoke. The woman standing next to him was the definition of beauty and perfection rolled into one. The see-through material she had covering her perfect...

This is a story of fiction. All characters are over 18 plus. Please enjoy.
This is the final installment of this story.
Thank You.
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It's been 2 days since my brother left. When my father came home from his business trip, I was just glad the danger Nathan and I had tiptoed closer to, was now in the rear-view mirror. The shame and anxiety I've been saddled with has not let up. Living with this terrible secret is becoming unbearable. My brother knows about daddy and me. He knows my ...

"Well, without tooting my own horn too much," laughed Rick, standing up and inflating himself through his nose with a breath of pride, "These new bots are EONS beyond what we had before."
'Huh, and so soon?' thought Lucas, looking at Rick with half-awe, half-jealousy. Had Rick really managed to come up with an augmented technology... over the weekend!? Lucas knew Rick was brilliant, and he knew he could become obsessive once he was working on a project he loved, but... well, Lucas couldn't quite help but...

Her Blasphemous Tongue
Disclaimer: This is a rewrite of Thirst; I decided to emphasize some of the more interesting aspects of Monroe's political machinations and her internal struggles, rather than focusing on the romance between her and Mizrah. I removed any scenes from Mizrah's perspective as well. I hope you enjoy it....

I need to apologize. I had left this story half written. I got distracted and forgot about it. I have been thinking of it and picking it back up to finish it, but it's been a while. To catch up feel free to read Niece's Wedding and then Nephews Aunt.
I posted the video of Daddy torturing me with the vibrator and zapper. I am happy to say it's very popular. When I see a post from the other day from Daddy....

Kyle groaned in the backseat of his chauffeured limo, Victoria on her knees in front of him, expertly sucking his hard cock.
"Fuck Vic," he moaned, gripping her hair as they cruised up the street on Saturday night.
Victoria giggled around his dick and kept sucking, slurping on his thick rod until he tensed and held her head down, his mother-in-law soon feeling his molten seed bursting in her mouth....

Over the last two weeks, you made a lot of progress. Finally, you realized that, as Heidi had told you, the score didn't make you who you were, you didn't need to be a tall muscular guy to be a "real man". You were you. With your strengths and your flaws and part of you was your score. Still, the most important part was how you felt about yourself and how you acted....

If you want to get more interested in the day to day actions of your penis than you have been since being a teenager, I strongly recommend having your wife's friend lock up your cock like mine did. At first I kept track of how often I was getting hard, filling up the metal tube, and painfully bulging. It was every few hours, but obviously worse when I thought about sex or saw something sexual, or saw something that might have been sexual, etc. After two days I realized I had to just stop thinking about it, ...

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Chapter 2
"I just thought I would drop by to see how it was going, sorting things out here," Chris said as we met in the hallway.
I don't know if I looked like I had just seen a ghost or not, but I felt very flushed, not only from fucking Sally, my sister, but now with Chris showing up and almost catching us....

How I Met Marianne
And her irresistible smile
I met my wife Marianne ten years ago through a friend. He was a door man at a pub I frequented. She was a platonic friend he'd known since grade school. He knew that I was in a motorcycle club, and that she loved Harley Davidsons.
She was an attractive strawberry blond with a nice build and a very pretty face. There was something special about the way she smiled....

There is a couple, Darrel and AJ. They work at a ranch just above the Texas panhandle in Oklahoma. Been there for years. Rodeo cowboys. Well-liked. Handsome. Made for each other, I think.
And after various rumors, they said, yeah, they're getting hitched as in the legal marriage thing. But there's going to be a party, and it's not going to be in Oklahoma. Denver would be the site. AJ's huge Italian family live there. Oh, and they, the family would buy. Darrel and AJ have lots of friends in Colorado, incl...

This series is a sequel to the earlier work "Riding With Dirty Girls." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but to fully enjoy the story you really need to read Dirty Girls first.
This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn't it be fun if it were?...

Once Mike left, I had to acknowledge, that our afternoon went pretty well, but it was extremely exhausting. Even under influence of my perfume, his mind was still sharp and I needed to be careful and only push him very slowly in areas where he felt safe. Anything more aggressive and it may have ended badly, so these last hours was a non-stop concentration on my words and his replies. Now I just wanted to jump back into tub and relax some more, but I had to make sure he will follow my instructions. I tried t...

The Luck Of The Irish
By SC
That Friday at the mall I went out of my way to find Amanda. She was one of the cheerleaders performing at the mall thad day for St. Patrick's Day. There she was i front of me as I walked down main corridor of the mall leading down to Belk's with its electric blue neon sign. She wore her long light brown hair in a ponytail that made her look younger than her real age. The style was more juvenile and played into my fantasies. The newspaper advertising department proof and er...

Three isn't a crowd.
It was a Saturday night and the O2 was packed with thousands of people waiting for a concert to begin. I was one of them, I'm Peter and it wasn't where i want to be but my plans have been scuppered so I didn't have a choice, this was supposed to be a weekend away for me and my secretary Jo but somehow my company found out and hijacked it and now it was part of a team building exercise and everyone else was looking forward to it. The lights dimmed anticipation built and the moment cam...

"Entschuldigung, aber das ist nicht möglich. The lady can come in, but without the right attire, latex, leather or kinky clothing you cannot unfortunately attend. And also no jeans," the doorman politely informed us.
It was a rather sobering wake up call to how serious they were about being in the right style and look at the KitKat club in Berlin where we found ourselves at the entrance of. We just looked at each other and then back to the doorman. I saw he would not have brooked any attempt to sweet tal...

Over the years, I've occasionally asked myself why I told Mike about fucking that guy and I can honestly say that I don't really know. I definitely wasn't trying to upset him and I was seriously surprised by how he reacted because we'd only known each other for a few weeks and he knew that I'd be returning home at the end of the season but I must have known that it might upset him or I wouldn't have apologised and said that it would never happen again and, of course, if I hadn't told him he would never have...

Note from author: Quick notes this is just for fetish and femdom enjoyers, this story mixes in facts and fiction from both real experiences and fantasies. This is just for fun as well so do not take to serious. Also if you leave a comment please make sure it is either in support or helpful critiques as disrespectful and unnecessary comments will be swiftly deleted and reported. This should be a fun space for all users and found some comments on part 1 irritating or just plain rude. With that being said plea...

Kelly awoke on Wednesday morning to her alarm clock ringing beside her. The tiny hammer ricocheted between its two bells atop the round clock face, blurring into an invisible cacophony. She clamped her hand over her nightstand three times before she found the clock and flicked the lever to silence the alarm. The hammer stilled, and the silence hung heavy over her blankets....

The voice came over the intercom to announce that the breakfast buffet would be available for another hour. Once people had a chance to eat, it was time to start leaving the ship.
Everyone in our room quickly showered and dressed - and then we headed upstairs. We took the shortcut through the crewmember spaces again to avoid traffic on the public stairways. Seating was at a premium and we ended up borrowing a chair from another group and crowding around a table that was really too small for what we neede...

Part II
Evan pulled the sounding rod gently from Juniper's hand, their eyes locking for a moment. Evan's eyebrows raised slightly, as did the corners of his mouth until he grinned at Juniper with an open-mouthed smile. Juniper blinked and straightened, placing a hand on his own chest and looking around the library as though someone might walk in at any moment. But there was no one else here....

Slut Mansion: Night 1
"Are you ready for the Slut Mansion?" the driver asks, opening the car door for me.
"Yes," automatically comes out of my mouth. I don't know whether I'm ready or not, but I know I want to find out.
This morning the driver arrived at my house precisey at the time expected., to take me to the Mansion, and to a new life. A life so unlike anything I had known in my short life to date....

Chris woke up first. Slowly he stretched, trying to adjust position only to immediately be reminded of his restraints and the preceding night. He wondered for a moment if he was still dreaming, but after another movement he was confident in being awake. The chastity cage had a firm grip on the erection that tried to form in his sleep. A shift of his leg confirmed a bit of precum lightly coating his upper thigh to his arousal and embarrassment. He relaxed a moment, slowly thinking over the night and wonderin...

Everyone engaged in sexual actions is at least 18 years old!
I needed a passport so that Mon and I could go on holiday to the USA. Back then in the UK you needed someone to sign the photograph to confirm it was you. It needed to be someone who was an official professional. I thought one of my old teachers would do it, she was always nice and helpful when I was still a school girl. Mrs Lawton, teacher of French and Spanish. Perhaps she would still help me as a grown up would be bad girl?...

This is a true story that happened in the early 90's in some midwestern university.
We met when I was in my first year of grad school and she had started a postdoc. Sarah was from New Zealand via England, and she had graduated early. She was what is called in French a "garçonne" very thin and androgynous....

"Mom. Tod and I are going to my room to listen to some music, OK?"
"I don't want to listen to it! So keep it down, OK." she replied, watching as her children disappeared up the stairs.
Karen pulled Tod into her room. Her hands were already on his belt as Tod closed the door.
"Jeez, Karen. Slow down." Karen had his jeans down as he spoke....

The wafts of summer breeze limped over the mountain stream as we watched our holiday companions roll up to our log cabin.
My family was being joined by my dad's brother and his wife and children for the first time in our annual mountain getaway.
We usually all stayed in the cabin, but since I went to college, I preferred to pitch a tent out front of the cabin. There wasn't a bad view possible from my vantage point. Mountain river out the front, with the sounds of water gushing over the large boulders ...