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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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Author's notes: All applicable copyright laws for this site as well as those that apply for me are in effect.
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....

The great-axe struck the leaping goblin in the ribs. The monster squealed, and blood splattered onto the my black fur. The now lifeless body of the goblin was suspended in the air, only doing so due to the head of the weapon embedded in the goblin. I could feel the weight of the corpse connected to my great-axe. But due to my impressive muscles, the creature barely weighed anything whilst attached to my weapon. With a grunt, I jerked my great-axe to my side to throw the corpse off the weapon, and I saw the ...

It's not my fault. This guy at the gym always wore short shorts. Shorter than mine- and I'm a girl! It would show off his ass which was comparable to mine and, of course, his bulge. I was sure he was half hard every time I saw him. He had to be.
It was the same as always. The gym was pretty empty. I was on the benches half-heartedly doing an arm workout and that guy was standing almost next to me. I wasn't focused on what workout he was doing. If I looked to him in the mirror, his bulge was eye level. Of...

The sun peeks thru the blinds, creating an array of warm, altering stripes across the opposing wall and gently downward onto the rustled bed as it rises ever so slowly. The soft cotton sheets are pulled up, kicked down and scrunched back upward again as the angelic young Macie Day wrestles with the morning, stretching, squirming, not sure getting up out of bed is even on the agenda. It has already been a long week. The schedule has been hectic; shifts Sunday thru Tuesday, and long hours at that. But today i...

Mister Farid - Part 2

"You seem to be in a good mood, Carla."
Carla was mid-bite of a burrito when the comment was made, looking over at her dark-skinned colleague as they swirled around juice in a metal water bottle, juice likely laced with a shot of vodka, but Marna never got intoxicated at work. So no one felt the need to bring it up with management....

I read somewhere that the working class has one advantage over the upper classes. We have networks and we rely on those networks to get things done. In other words we look out for each other. Sure some of us skate very close to the edge of legality, some of us do things that we shouldn't really do and most, if not all do things that are frowned on by "polite society" i. e. the upper classes or maybe they just hide their sins more carefully. So buckle up and come into the world that I and my extensive networ...

Barb's Fantasy Part 2: Flipping the Script

Author's Note: Part 1 sets up the "script", I think you will enjoy it. In Part 2, how many "script flips in total.." (shout out to "Furious" from Mystery Men, (1999)) can you count? 3? 4? But there is more to this story, a wife tried to heal her marriage after a burning hot, illicit dalliance with a younger man. She's reminded of her own words to her husband, what makes him special....

Jia rushed to her room, closing the door behind her and instantly undoing the rest of her jacket. Leaning against the inner side of the door and with almost an audible sound, her breasts bursting out of the tight clothing, begging to be free and unconstrained. Her right hand went instantly to press and pinch her left nipple, right arm going across her cleavage and pressing them against her body....

While she was Sleeping (X)
It was one in the morning, time to go to bed. Tyler turned off the television and quietly began to make his way up the stairs. He had to try to be quiet so that he wouldn't wake up Erin. Erin was always asleep by this time of night and Tyler knew it. In fact, he was counting on it. Moving slowly, he approached the door making an effort to make as little noise as possible. With exaggerated slowness Tyler gently opened the door to their bedroom, the soft sound of deep breathing b...

Lee J. and Arabella find themselves in ancient Egypt, in it's Old Kingdom, during the reign of the 3rd Dynasty pharaoh Djoser. Lee's new identity is that of a guard, Manuk, the ancient Egyptian version of a policeman, that worked under the employ of the pharaoh in the city of Memphis. Lee dislikes his job because the other guards don't like him and feel that he is an outsider because of his white skin and not tan brown Egyptian skin. His only pleasure is in seducing and having sex with many different Egypti...