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The next morning came fast.
Too fast.
My alarm buzzed at five, but I was already awake--lying there in the quiet dark, Ginger curled beside me, her bare back warm against my chest. Her breathing was slow and even, one leg thrown over mine, her skin still smelling faintly of sweat, salt, and vodka....

"Becky Pines?" the courier asked. "Here you go." He passed an envelope through the crack in the door, touched the brim of his cap, and walked off.
She bolted the door. She flipped the envelope in her hands, noting the lack of a return address. With shaking fingers she tore it open and pulled out a single folded paper sheet....

This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older....

"... I don't ever recall having one" Rose replies in a rather soft and fragile tone - to Ken's smoothie quip; leaving me to then wonder how much she actually heard of Ken's and my own conversation. Ken himself is suppressing a chuckle, (he's acting a bit over-masculine and full of himself) so his smirk also tells Rose that she's been left out of some joke, that this isn't in reference to some blended fruit drink....

There are quite a few characters with names that have similarities, and there is a list of characters in the Series info for Stop Enslaving My Friends.

=/= Stop Enslaving My Friends! Chapter Five =/=

Kyle looked at the group of assembled women on their hands and knees. It was an arousing site, what with all of them being in underwear that was itself skimpy enough that the butt cheeks were almost completely uncovered. He saw four copies of the blocky letter K on four right butt cheeks, three bl...

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.  ...

My naughty sister
Brooke always got into situations.
They were often of her making or devising and often ended in amusement even when it was questionable in taste or display simply because it was Brooke. From the time we were kids, I knew she was doing things on purpose as she would have this big smirk after everything was said and done. She really enjoyed it and it usually did not cause any problems for me, so I never said a word. She knew that I knew what she was doing but loved that I never said an...

Author's Note: Hey I'm jaylake! Some of you may remember this story which was written by me. I'm here to continue this series and write more stories.
Reason for my going: It may sound stupid but what i started as just a fun thing turned very stressful for me that's why i decided to leave. However I also took my stories with me which prolly wasn't a good idea....

The next day, I remember waking up earlier than usual, filled with anticipation. Would I meet him again in the bus? Would he do more than just tantalize me with his fingers? What about him? Could he be looking forward to our meeting too?
All night I had kept dreaming about those fingers lazily sliding over my wet lips, spreading them apart, going in and out. Pressurized circles over my clit. In my imagination he was biting the spot between my neck and shoulders, licking it, kissing it. Unsurprisingly, I ...

(ALL CHARACTERS AND PERFORMERS are 18 years old or older) Mommy needs her handsome grown boy to help relieve her of her breast milk. are you thirsty? {adult breastfeeding} {nipple play} {clit rubbing} {light fingering} {orgasm}


Even Big Boys Still Need Mom's Milk by Pen15max29



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When mom finally divorced the useless man that was my dad, we had to move. It was just a classic story of him cheating and being an over all bad guy. Insulting her aging appearance and what he called her 'lack of effort'.
The most disappointing thing was to see the look on her face when he would say these things. It always pissed me off, and was completely untrue. Even though she was in her late forties, she was still a beauty. She always had classy soft make-up on that made her glow....

"I'll raise you fifty," David said after stealing another glimpse at his cards--four of hearts and seven of spades. On the table were two Jacks--one of diamonds and one of clubs--and a 3 of hearts.
"I see them, man," Peter said. "You're bluffing, again."
"Are you sure?" David let out a nervous chuckle and looked down at his phone, where a thousand automated 2-euro spins on a slot were running....

I wrote the first part of this over a year ago and then wrote the majority of this part not long after, but it just wasn't quite right and fell into the void while I was focused on other things. Finally got round to wrapping it up.
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It's been four months since my mum first sucked my cock. Unfortunately, all good things must good to an end. Rules are rules. She opened up her heart to me and made me an offer. 27 blowjobs. Nothing more. Nothing less. Well, three less actually. I only got 24 in the end ...

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....

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....

I don't know how this could gave happened. I was lonely and naïve, but going from zero to 1,000 in just a few months has been an insane adventure. Let me start from the beginning.
I had just graduated from college, got a job working with computers, and rented my first apartment. Even though I'm a nerd at least I know it and while not delighted about it, I know who and what I am. Or I thought I knew. It all started the day I moved into my new apartment. I was taking the elevator to move a few things into ...

Nikki and The Girl Posse, Ski Aspen
This story has been submitted for the " YAY TEAM 2025" challenge
Two quotes come to the forefront when I think of skiing with my Girl Posse.
"The sport of skiing consists of wearing three thousand dollars' worth of clothes and equipment and driving two hundred miles in the snow in order to stand around at a bar and get drunk." ~ P. J. O'Rourke...

P&BJ
My friend Angela is hot and sweet and smart in a special way and I've never slept with her despite always wanting to. She just always had a boyfriend the whole time I've known her - then she got married.
Now, I wish I had slept with her. But this is the story about how I got something else. You see, Angela has always confided in me. I'm the one she would go to when she needed to talk. I wasn't exactly friend zoned because we did have sexual tension. It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to me. But ...

A Note On Fantasy: This is a work of fantasy. By definition it has no bearing on reality. There are good reasons why societal boundaries exist against incest. Fantasy is a way for humans to explore feelings through imagination and stories that stretch the boundaries of the mind but should never be confused with ideas to be acted on. Please read with this in mind....

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...

"Use it well and discreetly," My friend had said as she pressed a Timestop Watch, a product her company was secretly developing, into Kayla's possession. Kayla tried to ask more questions, but she was shushed with a, "nobody knows you have this, but my company needs testers. Let me know how it goes."...

I am not a writer. This is just an old man writing down a few things from my life. Standard disclaimers apply.
I stood there staring at my old Harley. It was by far and away loaded down with more gear than I can ever remember. I was amazed at how much crap my wife wanted to take. I had repeated told her no not this or that item. We just don't have room. The bike looked like some homeless person was traveling around. I chuckled to myself. I told her that these rallies' usually have anything one might need...

It is time.
I take a deep breath, trying desperately to calm my nerves as I cling to Jeremy's arm. We step through the threshold and into the party. Everything is the same as it always is, football jocks everywhere, hot chicks, drunk idiots.
Yet this time my role is different.
My heart is frantically thrumming in my chest, feeling the panic building as the first guy steps towards us, his hand outstretched as he pats Jeremy on the back and asks, "Who is the chick?"...

Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission....

Clouds covering the mountain evaporate under the rising sun as golden light floods the cabin. Steam curls from Gaya's teacup.
Everyone will start waking now, she knows. Her cousin Terra up in the loft first, a little later both the women's groups in the lower bedrooms will be up, buzzing around.
She hears Terra step down from the loft, greets her, hey girl. The two walk into the kitchen arm in arm, shadows following them along walls and kitchen counters. They whisper and chat, each with her hand pinch...

Our train arrived at Sète station right on time. Mom and I had decided to spend a week in the south of France. It was not summer yet, but the sun was already shining hard on the beaches and on the city. What I wanted was a nice place with warm temperatures so we would not stay in the hotel all week. Also, I wanted to dress lightly so I could feel the sun on my body. If you have missed the previous chapter, I'm taking care of my mother, who is facing a divorce and a breakdown. What's more, she asked me to he...

Nabeela woke the next morning fresh but a little sore, feeling a little hollow, it wasn't till she was in the bathroom that she realised. The reason she was feeling hollow and something was missing, she didn't have buttplug in, for some reason it felt strange not to be wearing it. She finished her shower and thought she would go and wake Daddy. Sneaking into his room quietly, she saw that Daddy was not alone. Stella was asleep with him in the bed. She crept back out just as quietly and headed downstairs....

Can I Talk To You For A Minute?
This is so fucked up.
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I once made a promise to a woman, someone I cared deeply about. It was the hardest promise I ever made, but I kept the secret locked inside me for years. I'd only told one person, my wife, and she kept my confidence....