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Aidan would be home any minute and I was waiting for him on his bed, wearing nothing but a smile. Aidan and I have been dating for six months but we’ve never had sex. Oh he’s wanted to, but I was always too chicken. Tonight however is different, I’m finally going to give him what
It all started with identities hidden behind pseudo names. Everyone feels the need to cover themselves in the beginning and we did as well. When I first met him I cared very little for him. His personality, the one he fronted for his audience, left me imagining a rather crude and immature person behind the
I knelt at Miss Pamela’s feet, my trapped cock straining against the cage, My lips mere inches from her glorious red thatch. The scent of her arousal drove me crazy, but she had forbidden me from touching her in any way. I was crazed with desire to taste her, to dive tongue first into the
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Any similarities to any persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.Sarah didn’t mean for it to happen. How could she have known it would happen? After all, the last thing any good christian girl expects is to be on their knees lovingly moaning around a
Author: Martin L. FletcherTitle: Becky’s EnslavementSummary: A woman’s introduction to consensual slaveryKeywords: MF/F, bdsm, cons, inc, oralONEA few days after my Sunday afternoon with MaryAnn, I was in the Sciences Building preparing for a late morning class. As I stood up to begin the lecture, I looked out onto the classroom and saw her sitting
The final bell rang and she almost sprinted out of the schools. It was only two weeks to graduation and Jenny was excited and nervous. The boy she had been dating for the last three years, since she was fifteen, was coming over this afternoon. He thought it was to do a little fooling around
My name is Scott and this story is about the summer after I graduated High school. I had one of the most erotic experiences of my life back then. Like most truly spontaneous adventures, the events of that summer have affected me in a manner, which I am convinced has driven my libido to the
Eva stepped out of the open car door and took the hand that Sir Dan was offering her. She looked around and was puzzled as to why Sir had brought her back to the mall where they worked. She was especially curious why he had her dress up to come there. “You look marvelous tonight
My senior year at high school would see me turn eighteen years old. As a youth I spent my time developing. I developed my body, my interests, my goals, my likes and my dislikes. Others around me helped to shape my ideas and thoughts but I knew that I was independent. My journey in life
The sprawling campus greeted Emily, a newcomer from a small town, with its grandeur. The city’s pulse throbbed in every step she took, a symphony of new beginnings. With fiery red hair and an air of unassuming charm, she stood out, an enigma to the urban landscape.The Professor, a seasoned academic, observed Emily’s entrance into
An ordinary, silent night in a snow-filled forest was split by occasional snow crunches. Each crunch was followed by a moment of silence. Sounds slowly but steadily moved deeper and deeper; until they stopped for a moment longer than previously. A dim light, not more bigger than a dot, appeared between trees.”What are you…” a
I woke up on that Saturday morning, began to relieve my morning wood, stroking my thick swollen shaft in my right hand as I cupped and fondled my balls with my left. I was feeling horny from an unsuccessful Friday night excursion to several bars where the slim pickings yielded no company for my empty
“Why don’t you come stay with us?” Jessica asked me. “At least until they sort out the business with your house.”I hoped she would ask me this. That was why I called her in the first place. Jessica and I went way back to… I don’t even remember when. She’s older than me so maybe
“And I’m having….. A boy!”My friend Tara shouted to us at her baby shower slash gender reveal party. She’d waited for this for so long. We mostly brought neutral colors for gifts, from now on any more gifts mustn’t be pink.Tara and her husband Andrew have been together about five years. When I graduated, he
“Take off your pants, slut,” she heard Him say. Cradling the phone between her neck and shoulder, she quickly obeyed, gushing at His endearment for her, knowing He would use her hard.”If it pleases You, my Sir,” she answered, as she wriggled free of her low-riders, leaving her bare from the waist down. “They’re off
The redeye flight back east went without a hitch, and I slept for three hours. The plane landed in a pouring rain. I thought of taking an Uber home, but I got a call from Mom saying she was on her way to pick me up.Five minutes later, her car parked near the baggage area.
Pre-sequel of My Bosses Garden Party.My Friend Tom.You make lifelong friends from your first day at University.My first day at university was truly memorable, it all started as the ‘fresher’s’ gathered in the large assembly hall to start their introduction into University life and never ending assessment paperwork. Initially we were broken down by halls
(c)2023 by Ted Ursi/TeddySmutWriter, all rights reserved.Warning: The author is an asshole. He built this story like rickety old emotional roller coaster of dubious structural integrity. When you think things are going just fine you’ll suddenly lurch sideways into something completely different. Sorry, not sorry.Read the tags. But don’t expect the category to be treated
Elizzyviolet here: just a heads up, this story contains nonconsensual cock & ball torture, and it’s often done to people other than the protagonist’s boyfriend. Check the tags on future parts before reading them, because some other elements will be featured in the series later on and they’re not for everyone. Anyway, sorry for the
Florence took a long sip of her mai tai, and then rested the cool glass against her forehead. “What a mess,” she muttered to no one. She was floating alone in the pool on an inflatable raft. Some genius had added cupholders to it, and Florence had acquired a very large cup of frozen cocktail