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(Previously on To Hear You Moan.. A one night stand becomes a second and now a third. Our exploration of control and submission continues, discovering that a little pain enhances the pleasure. Will you endure the soft edging and lose yourself in the pleasure I can provide you? Or will I deny you the release you desperately crave?)...

I was searching online for cock to suck, Black cock, of course, I'd been Black exclusive for about 5 years, sucking only Black cock. I had a couple of Black men I serviced regularly, each at least once a week usually more though. But I needed more. Not to mention, my biggest turn on is sucking a new cock, there's just something about sucking a cock for the first time that makes my mouth water. I clicked on Carlton, Black, late 20s, 8 inches, needed his cock sucked and was hoping to find a deepthroater his p...

Tom woke up again to an empty bed. It had been five days since he married his childhood sweetheart. He should have been on their honeymoon, but instead, Imogen had been called to an important modelling assignment. As much as it upset Tom that he hadn't seen his wife since their wedding day, he knew the dedication Imogen had to modelling, and he never wanted to get in the way of her being a successful model, just like her mother was....

Note: Everyone's over 18. They should know better. I should know better. Fiction, obviously. Shakespeare would approve though.
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Right. So. The Cambridge Shakespeare Festival. Not exactly where I thought I'd be letting a fresh-faced Trinity College hopeful finger me during Act Three of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' at St John's College on a balmy July evening. But after our encounters on the train, that grope-fest at the pub where I'd wanked him off under the table while he tried not to spill his lemo...

It was a warm and sunny day back home, though that never stopped Salem from wearing all black. In a Bathory hoodie and black jeans with her messenger bag slung on her shoulder, she hummed a simple tune as she headed down the shaded walkway. Passing by various store fronts, she walked by a bearded guy hanging around outside the entrance of a comic store. Evidently some employee on break, he was leaning against the brick wall with his phone in one hand and an energy drink can in the other....

Introduction:
They weren't best friends.
Just classmates. Neighbors.
A floor apart. A few late night messages away from crossing every line.
It started with a dare.
A horny little app.
A "truth or DM" challenge no one took seriously until she sent the first video with his name on her lips....

Chapter 10: The Move-In
The boxes came in slow, like we were both afraid that unpacking too fast would make it real. She had moved in first--mostly because the lease on her place ended, and I offered. But deep down, we both knew it was a test run. A quiet what-if.
She brought the kids. That was the real shift. It wasn't just us anymore, colliding in shadows. There were lunchboxes, missing socks, and backpacks strewn across the hallway again. The kitchen smelled like her coffee, cinnamon candles, and t...

How does one bid farewell to a life? No, not death precisely, for to a wizard years are but soft abstractions. The life I had lived for the years since I had returned from exile, a life mostly of comfort, would no longer be mine. When I returned to it, if ever I did, the world around me would be changed. The children I had now would be grown, even perhaps gone. I could not bid farewell to it without a final journey, and a few reunions....

What is she doing?
What is she doing though?
Late evening, dusk, half light, stood in the garden chatting with him over the low wall that separates our gardens? Ours and his. What are they doing?
She went to collect the washing drying on the line.
"I've just got to get the washing in. Back in a minute."...

In a matter of weeks, Charlotte had become a regular on the dance schedule. After two months of filling in for girls when they were absent or sick, she got her own slot and was no longer working as a cleaner.
Every night she would do her number and gradually she began to accumulate a few more outfits. She would put her hair in pigtails or braids, and wear a Catholic school girls uniform, communion dress or some other flowery or innocent looking outfit....

Chapter 15

Holding my Nerf gun above my head, I walked back to the table. Now that I wasn't worried about being shot, I took a moment to enjoy the cool night air, and the way that the maze had been set up for the game. Cary's voice carried to me from ahead, although I couldn't see her.
"I don't know if I'm technically in play to be captured anymore," she said. "I'm supposed to be headed back to get my points counted."...

Part 8 - Last Day
In the morning, we were a sombre group. It was our last day and we had to get the houseboat back to the dock by 4:00. While the ladies gathered up the beach chairs and table, Joey and I untied the ropes and stowed them onboard. Alice had taken the helm, still naked except for her sunglasses. Her full body tan looked glorious after our week in the sun and we were all dreading having to don clothes again before we got back to the dock....

15 Days with the Smith Family - Part 4C


Mia and Helen Smith stay to enjoy their holiday


from Mia's perspective.

Day 6 continued
Greg looked at them meaningfully and slowly enunciated, "I think Helen and Mia deserve a nice vacation the most."
"Yes, I agree. I'll go home with Dad. Let's say this is a punishment for my failure in college, haha." Daniel agreed merrily....

Poker Bets Give Winners Control, #2
Husband loses a poker bet on President's Day, and must do whatever his wife wants him to do.
Rewritten and continued from Poker Bets Give Winners Control, #1:
"Oh, my God, Gary. I dropped my towel. I'm naked. I can't believe that I'm naked in front of you," she said....

NOTE: All characters in all chapters of this story are eighteen years old or older.
Chapter 4: A Story From The Bible
I was blindfolded again and dressed in a short terrycloth robe just before I was led to the car - not Carole's Corvette, as I was told, but an SUV. From the sounds of voices during our conversation, Ruthy was driving. Jill was in the front passenger seat. On the back bench, I was flanked by Callie to my left, Stacey to my right. During the entire ride, which again followed a circuitous...

Crickets chirping, frogs croaking. The sounds of a warm Southern spring night filled the humid air. James McGovern sat in his truck, a Marlboro stuck between his lips. Pain and anger was all he knew anymore, and it was undeniable and crushing. Hanging from his rearview mirror was a silver chain and a matched set of engagement and wedding rings. Patricia's....

*all persons in this story are over the age of 18*
ONE YEAR LATER
It has been one year since Mark came up to stay with Honey and begin college. Their sex life is full of passion, adventure, trust, growth, and most of all: love. It didn't take long for Mark and Honey to realize their love for one another. They always find something new to experiment with, and Mark found out a few months before their wedding that he enjoys a nice prostate massage, in the form of Honey's fingers in his ass....

End of Part 2
I gave up on the show I had been trying to watch. After throwing the freshly washed comforter back on the bed I again stripped nude and just like the night before cut on the Panty Jane video that Sandy had loaned me. As I watched Panty Jane dress her lover in her lingerie, I began to stroke myself imagining it was Sandy dressing me. Then as she squeezed and rubbed his cock through the panties again, I imagined it was Sandy doing it to me. Imagining Sandy rubbing me through her/my panties wa...

The alarm goes off early in the morning, I open my eyes, the sun has not risen yet, and the room is still dimly lit only by the muted TV and the salt lamp on your bedside table. The room is cool, so I move my body closer to you as I nuzzle into your neck, taking a deep breath and enjoying the scent of your skin. You look down at me, gently grab my chin, and pull me into a deep kiss. Your arms wrap around me and pull me on top of you, I straddle your hips, the blanket falling down around my waist, our bodies...

I knock once, and the door swings open. His eyes are wide and for a moment he just stares, drinking me in, like he's not sure I'm real. The hallway behind him smells of toast and stale lager, voices rising from the sitting room. One of his flatmates pops his head out, gives me a slow, knowing look, then vanishes again. He steps aside silently and I glide past him. My dress catches the light, short and sheer in places, clingy enough to make it obvious I haven't put on anything underneath....

Hello my lovlies!
I have a new raw audio for your listening pleasure ;) Nothing super fancy about this one but I did enjoy it very much haha
Most nights I get extremely restless before bed. Especially in last few years. But the best solution I've found is to make myself cum which significantly helps me to relax and turn off my ever vocal brain lol So in this session, I decided I should let you listen in and have a bit of fun with me :)...

Life's Challenges Lead to Great Changes
Part III: Another of Life's Sharp Turns, Discoveries and Questions
Best if Pt 1-2 read first. TJ and Valentina see their biggest changes to their marriage.
Unexpected Revelations
As February began, my work remained super hectic. I mean a lot of that was from my junior leader development program. It was nearly over, I'd be done in March, and hopefully get promoted to day shift and work as operations manager for whole plant by the summer. My pay raise if pro...

My cheek pressed against the rug. Cool. Smelling faintly of sandalwood and sex. My pulse hammered in my throat like it wanted to break free, crawl to her, worship her in its own rhythm.
Betty didn't speak for a moment. She didn't need to. Silence was her scalpel, carving the air into obedience.
I felt James shift behind me. Felt Rita's breath stall. The room had tilted--the centre of gravity dragging hard toward the woman in white....

You meet a shy Mormon girl at the airport. She’s on her way home early from her mission, dejected and looking for a way to pass the time until her flight. You take it upon yourself to teach her a thing or two about the real world.


Mormon Missionary Girl Airport Sex by joanofahhh


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Blushing furiously as I felt the whispering touch of the marker pen on my bare ass cheeks, I wondered what was being written, and by whom. Of course the crowd of onlookers couldn't tell I was blushing, because my head was enclosed in a sort of metal head mask. It was locked tightly on my head with at least two locks, since earlier I'd heard the locks snap closed. The mask had only 2 small slits for my eyes, which severely limited my vision. Every once in a while, I'd catch a glimpse of a male or female face...

I wish to thank Soapin Girl, Dan C and Jalibar62 for their editorial support. In fairness to them, after their input there were still areas where I was unhappy with the story and I have dicked around with it a fair bit. All mistakes, therefore are mine and not a reflection on their good work.
This is a UK based story with a number of UK idioms, so please be understanding if you're not sure what a word or a phrase means here or there....

My American born Filipino girlfriend Lisa and I had a very rich, wild fantasy life which added so much to our bedroom fun. I was 24 and she was 28/29 And we discovered that she had a very strong bisexual side and fantasized often about her getting together with a girl.
One night we went out to a club in West Hollywood And this hot blonde girl made serious eye contact, but unfortunately That girl was with her friend/girlfriend so a pick-up never took place. But Lisa was so turned on by the event that sex ...

Translated from my original German short story "Wiedersehen auf dem Stadtfest". This is a brief, dreamlike narrative about unexpected encounters and fleeting connection. If that's not your world, feel free to pass by.
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It's a warm summer afternoon. You're walking through the cobbled streets of the old town, surrounded by the joyful chaos of the annual city festival. Music drifts through the air, people laugh, and the space between food stalls and glowing lights is packed with moving bodies. You ...

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...