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The room smoldered.
Jazz crooned in the background--slow, lazy sax over a deep bassline. The air was thick with oudh, smoky and sweet, clinging to sweat-slicked skin and aching moans. I couldn't move--my wrists were strapped tight to the headboard, the silk restraints now damp from where I'd pulled. The blindfold made every second feel like forever, every breath she took louder than thunder....

Feeding The Baby
Brenda, Mother, 38
Ian, son, 18
Vicki, baby, a few months old
Single mother Brenda had a fling and got pregnant. A simple fact. It wasn't her fault for wanting some companionship and, well, let's be honest... some sex. Actual sex, and not just her usual fun with the vibrating plastic. EVERYBODY needs sex....

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 ...

Lot's Incestuous Children, Part Eight

Present day
After Jane and Iris' enjoyable, and somewhat stimulating Tuesday night meeting, early next morning on Wednesday, she found the notes taken at the symposium two years before. Jane also found Dr. Leslie Wilder's contact information, the psychologist who'd given the very informative, and eye-opening lecture on recent incest trends....

As tired and sore as she felt, Holly was excited with the way the bookshop she inherited from her father was coming along. Several months before, a massive stroke took him without warning. He was barely sixty, and she decided to make some renovations and keep his business going. She was also expanding to include a café and also opening up a small part of the second floor to expand the retail space her father had only used for storage. There was still plenty of storage space in the building's basement, plus ...

This story is the second in the Baseball Affair saga. My 60+ year old sister & I have continued the affair we started while on a road trip visiting baseball parks.
Typically for a sports team, being at home is considered an advantage. My Sister Wendy and I, having returned home after a week-long road trip during which we kicked off a sexual relationship, were not sure what our record was going to be....

Pristine Pussy Pleasing Palace 02 Sequel
Rolling On The River
Prologue:
This Billyslate Story PPPP 02 Sequel is a Red-Hot Lesbian Love and Romance Sex tale. It's a Sex-Driven Deviation from my usual storyline(s), which are more plot-focused and nearly always include children.
I may occasionally write this or similar type stories as a change of pace. No Children or Family scenes are a primary part of the storyline, except for mostly background purposes....

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All participants in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen.
This is the fourth chapter in a five part series. It is the follow-up series to Mrs. Mandalucci, but is also a stand-alone series in every way. The tone of this series is more raunchy than romantic. Not just anal, but lesbian interactions, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes may all occur. A total sexfest. If that's your sort of thing, then have a read and enjoy the ride....

'So you really think we owe our brain capacity to extraterrestrial interference?' Ursula asks, Herbert nods, he's once again riding his hobbyhorse.
'It must be,' he says, 'the discrepancy between our intellectual capacities and the rest of the animal world is so staggeringly huge, it can never be the result of normal evolution.'...

I was twenty-six and just back from a deployment in the bad country. My wife Madison lay naked beside me. When Buba came in. He calmly undressed and slid smoothly into bed. Maddies head snapped around and our eyes met.
"David he has his hand on my bare breast."
"Is he pulling on your nipple?"
"Yes he is."...

Eventually, my butt and back got sore from sitting on the floor, so I gathered up some of the plates around me to throw away and announced that I was going to head off to the hot tub to soak for a bit. My wife said she would join me, and we both headed to the kitchen to throw the plates away, grab another drink, and then head out to the back patio....

Thank you for the likes and feedback on part one. I had intended it being a single part but when I opened my mind to more, I found this story and loved writing it. I have some references to historically correct persons of the age but this isn't a history story and I've made my own universe in that timeline. The same goes for use of addressing Lords and Ladies, my story, my rules. I hope you enjoy, more story than sex but I promise it's in there! All straight sex, all over 18....

Note: This is a rewrite to hopefully improve on the originally submitted version.
I'm Brent and I've been married to Diana for fifteen years, and we have a great sex life. I have short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a good build for being forty-three years old.
My wife Diana has shoulder length black, hazel eyes, droopy C-cup tits, and a great build for being forty-one years old....

The Black Nanny
Finally, finally he entered me. He had spent a good twenty minutes between my legs, licking me. I loved it when Michael, my husband, pampered me like that. His tongue was so nimble and sensitive that he effortlessly brought me to climax again and again, nearly driving me wild. I writhed beneath him, ran my fingers through his hair, lifted my bottom off the sheets, moved to meet him, took him in as deep as possible, wrapped my legs around him and constantly urged him on: "Yes, darling, lic...

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTIONAL story that will contain incest. It will be told from the first person perspective, do not mistake this for a confession or a genuine re-telling. I do not endorse, condone, or have an interest in real incest, I just love the stories.
The summer following my 18th birthday was the best of my life, for that was the summer I lived with my aunt Nicole. My birthday fell one month before I graduated highschool and my parents were none too happy about my decision to take a year's b...

Claire moves like she's underwater--slow, deliberate, her gaze locked on mine as if peeling away layers with each sway of her hips. She undresses one piece at a time, not for show, but for power. When she straddles me, her bare skin grazing mine, her lips press against my neck like a secret.
I want to stop her. I want to ask where Sarah is. But I don't. I can't....

The faint scent of drying gloss lingered in the air around her, the clean scent of brand new rubber mats contrasting it with a dull, plastic like smell. Natural light poured through the small high window, catching the edge of her new yoga mat and the gleam of polished concrete. Her activewear sat folded on the corner of the bench, new, fresh, unworn....

After my buddy once again left me on my bed, spread like a starfish, hard as a rock with his dried nut on my face, I didn't immediately get up. Rather, I stuck my index finger, wet with some of his cum, into my hungry asshole and pleasured myself for a long while. It felt amazing to slide inside myself using another man's sperm. Scooping more of it off my forehead into my palm and spreading it around my rim had a profoundly incredible way of turning me on. It felt so good to penetrate and flood my insides w...

Mardi Gras 2010
This story recounts what I would call a peak of bravery regarding public exposure for me. My wife and I have been to Mardi Gras in New Orleans for the past 3 years straight. I had decided quite a while back that this would be the year to really push the envelope, and wear a costume of some kind that was very skimpy, very sexy. About 3 weeks before we were to take off, my wife informed me that her parents were going to join us! I absolutely crashed on the idea. Here I was planning on spend...

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, depicting sexual situations between consenting adults at least eighteen years of age.
I was hanging out over at Russ Layne's house one Friday night. Russ was one of my closest friends and I was often at his house. He lived with just his dad, who was really cool and didn't give us a hard time about what time we came in. Russ's house, over the course of our high school years, became the default party house for a moderately sized core of friends and acquaintan...

Lavender G i rls


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On my way to an urgent meeting in the Bronx, I questioned the irritating and routine circuit I followed every week. Over the bridge, stuck for hours on the Cross Bronx, on and on and on inhaling exhaust fumes. I needed a change. Just for grins, I revisited the metro of days long past. Walking the long tunnels and the small underground bridge, the mild, stale urine aromas made me nostalgic -- and dizzy. I'm so happy this was so well cleaned since my l...

I awoke on the small twin-sized bed snuggling Clara. I kissed her hair and she began to stir. She sighed and stretched and yawned.
"Good morning Jack." She said, turning to me and gazing deeply into my eyes. Whether she was looking for any hint of regret or not, I don't know. Either way she kissed me softly, closing her eyes. I kissed her back and my manhood pressed against her lovely ass....

John couldn't believe it was going to actually happen, probably, maybe. He felt like he was the only 21-year-old virgin on the planet. But after tonight, not anymore. He and Alexis had been going out for a month, and their physical relationship had progressed nicely. He had had his first orgasm not done by his own hand on their last date....

It had been four days since Izzy had seen Paul. Four, long, lonely, sex-barren days, at least they had been for her. For Paul, she could only imagine, and that was the problem: her imagination. She could not stop herself from thinking about what was happening behind those closed doors of his. Or what Paul was doing with the steady stream of young, beautiful models who came and went. Nor could she stop looking, each time a car parked at the bottom of his drive. She could not help but be envious of these beau...

14. Wife's POV
The moment I stepped into the bathroom, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. My heart was pounding, and I could still feel the oil on my fingers, the smell clinging to my skin. I scrubbed harder than necessary, trying to get rid of it--no, trying to erase what it reminded me of. That room. That old man. That... moment....

This is a Harbinger96 original fiction and is not to be reposted or shared without my permission. All characters involved in sexual acts are 18 years old or older.
None of the wrestlers or the brand are real.
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"This is Wayne," I said as I answered my phone.
"Hey big man. I know it's your day off, but do you have any plans?" my boss, Josh, asked. If he called on my day off, it meant he was renting out my services....

With our bellies filled and a cartoon on the screen everyone began to calm down. I'd put together a pillow fort around the entire bed, something Ro seemed to love while she's anxious and Treyna looked much calmer within it. She laid on her belly to face the screen in front of us, her tail swiping along my stomach gently, occasionally her left ear would twitch with her quiet giggles. My mind was on something else though. Trey managed to get to the inn with the clothes on her back, but everything else was bac...

(Author's note: No characters under 18. All Rights reserved.)


An Idol With Feet of Clay

William Rogers
I first met Janet Willis and Walter Carmichael when we were all three freshman in high school. Soon we became best friends. We became known as The Three Musketeers, because we were always together. Even in high school we were computer geeks. All three of us loved video games and that was our major recreation both in high school and college. I felt like I won the most games, but Janet a...

Everyone engaged in sex is over eighteen. No real sex but a lot of talk about sex. Some masturbation and exhibition. All fiction. Considering recent recriminalization of human trafficking this story is out of step with the times.
Cocotte: a sex worker fantasy
I remembered Bonita Moreno. She still had incredibly long black hair. It was woven into a rope and twisted up on itself so that it only fell to her midback. I bet when she undid it, her hair would still fall far past her butt, just like it did in...

My name is Aki Nogano, and as a young girl I was like a mouse. Small, straight brown hair in pigtails, brown eyes. High pitched squeak of a voice. Barely a creature to be noticed. Always a little sickly as a child, in my early teens I fell seriously ill. For almost three years I was in a convalescent facility trying to regain my health and get stronger. By the time I had recovered it seemed the world had moved on from me....