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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?)...

As I was getting older, the time when Halloween was fun faded away into a distant memory. Gone were the days of dressing up in costumes and trick-or-treating up and down the neighborhood with friends and family. I was a young man now, 19-years old and in college.
But this year, Halloween fell on a weekend and my friends wanted to rekindle the memories. Buck Knob Manor was a haunted house that had been around for years, but this was the first year we were old enough to visit. I was never big into haunted ...

She had no idea her husband had an alternative life style. It was a Friday afternoon when Sue's boss gave her the rest of the day off. She was surprised to see a strange truck in her driveway. She parked on the street and cautiously made her way towards the house. Curious she looked through the crack in the curtains....

Callie stood on the weathered porch of her homestead, her grip tightening on the rifle resting against her shoulder. The early morning mist clung to the prairie grass, and the sun had just begun to creep over the distant hills. Her sharp eyes scanned the clump of cottonwoods at the edge of her land--gnarled, ancient things that whispered in the wind....

You pull into the driveway and put your truck in park. It's been a long week, and you smile when you see my Tahoe in its spot in front of your house. You weren't expecting me for a few more hours. Slowly, you climb the steps of your front porch and open the front door. You are expecting me to be in the living room, but the room is empty except for Roan, who is happy to see you. The house is warm and smells of food. You put your keys and bag away and saunter into the kitchen, where you hear water running. My...

This one's a custom story ordered by a lovely reader who knew exactly what they wanted. Big focus on measuring, size comparison, and the like. Had a lot of fun writing this. Do enjoy.
Note: This story contains trans/shemale content.
All the characters in this story are above the age of 18.
It was an overcast evening, the kind that threatened to rain, but didn't. I'm sure the weather outside the house would've been lovely: cool, breezy. Though I wouldn't actually know. Because I was sitting on my be...

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...

I felt your clit tapping.
Not grinding.
Not rubbing.
*Pulsing.*
Tapping against the base of my cock
like it was counting down
to your brain shutting off.
Your breath slowed.
But your cunt *didn’t.*
She kept *fluttering.*
Right there.
Where you’re softest.
Where your pleasure lives....

Unmasked: He Made Her Bloom for Him


By: Ishani

Chapter 1 - The Unspoken Tension
Tanveer Khurana had never been a man who lost control.
At thirty-six, he ran a mid-sized tech firm in Mumbai with the precision of a Swiss watch. Trim beard, pressed shirts, commanding voice everything about him whispered authority. His employees respected him. Some feared him. But none knew the quiet hunger he carried behind that well-ironed mask....

The cartoon figure of a cowboy towered above the midway. Although it wasn't much more than painted plywood, it radiated personality. A grinning hayseed face sat atop the body of a strapping young buckaroo. A ten gallon hat was tipped at a jaunty angle. And the plaid shirt, and dirt-covered jeans conveyed that this guy worked as hard as he played. He was posed in a seated position, legs together, and one hand raised in the air like he was eager to answer a schoolteacher's question....

The story you are about to read is a fictional story about a family who visits the town gloryhole. All characters are over the age of 18 and all sex is consensual.
This chapter is a little long because I could not find a spot to conclude this chapter, so I just kept writing until I did find a spot to end this chapter....

Naked Neighbors 3
Fred and his neighbors are getting together again. There is usually plenty of screwing and sucking going on in the neighborhood, and I'm pretty sure that will continue here. So let's see what's happening.
By the way I want to apologize for my mixing up names in Part 2, I'm going to make sure I do a better job of proofreading for this episode....

Fitz
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This is a story of loss that is set in the late 1990s.
It was an unusually warm night in late September. My skin had started to turn that ghostly pale white, which shines forth from most white people in Seattle. I used to say Caucasian, but since Perestroika and the fall of the Soviet state I've met Russians who exclaim that I don't look like ...

(Part II to "Straight Boy at a Wedding")
So... if you're here, you're probably wondering what went down after the wedding. I'm truly sorry to disappoint, but... it's not much.
I guess my porn viewing did become a little more risqué after that night. BDSM -- that sort of stuff. And I may or may not have purchased one of those cheap, silicone "prostate massager" things on Amazon....

Story contents:
This episode is focused highly on edging, and teasing.
I awoke to an empty bed, a food-like scent carrying itself all the way from the kitchen to my sleepy nose. I sniffed the air, slowly leaning up in bed and checking the time.
8:03.
In the morning.
My eyes went full moon wide, I threw the covers aside. Well shit, I was two hours late on the second day. Why the hell didn't I set an alarm?...

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....

Catharsis
A moment to share notes from the mind of a beautiful woman
Author's Note:
Just to be clear, dear Reader, this is real... not a work of fiction.
It has been a year since my wife of 35+ years passed away. I was told the first year would be hard, and they were right. One of the hardest things, though, is going through her "stuff" and figuring out what to keep, what to donate and what to trash. She was an artist of many talents and acquired quite a bit of "stuff" to go through. She was als...

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....