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Marian stared at the pale-skinned man, watching lovingly as his thin, pink lips parted with every small snore. She moved a hand up to his face and pushed away a loose strand of hair, his hair was a mess no doubt a consequence of last night's vigorous sex. Marian bit her lip as she remembered the way he handled her body, the way his soft hands gripped her hips as he plowed into her wet cunt.

WARNING: This is hard core race play with degradation and some piss play. The story was written for a girl who loves this, and is in anticipation of her enacting this with me. If you don't like it, find something else to read. -------------------------------------------------- I woke to the warmth of her mouth on my cock, and the smell of fresh coffee and warm biscuits by the side of the bed.

NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. "I made a mistake last night," Kelsey said. Uh oh! "How so?" I asked, "Are you thinking you shouldn't have come up to my room?" I'd made it a point to go to bed early the night before. Between trying to stick with the time change from east coast to west, the amazing morning I had had that morning with Alexandra, and the chance that I had heard Kelsey correctly the evening before, I figured that one way or another I was going to need the sleep.

NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. * Carlie opened the door to the stairwell and started up the stairs. Shame she didn't think to look behind the door. She made it to the landing outside the door on my floor and had just barely gotten her hand on the handle when an arm suddenly appeared on either side of her shoulders and pressed firmly into the door to keep it from opening.

This was just after fifty shades came out. My mother-in-law was living with us because she left her husband and the divorce wasn't settled. My wife's a nurse and had a late shift. Mom started asking about fifty shades, she hadn't read it. She had a couple of chardonnays in her, and I guess that loosened her tongue a little. Well, I let on to know a little about b&d and she wouldn't let it drop.

Hy. This is my first story here of a fantasy I've had of late at a mountain lodge whilst being on a hike. It takes place on a mountain lodge in the open field with a wide open view over the mountains tops. I just visited the place. All participants in this fictional story are of legal age. In my mind at least around 35 to 40. The hut and the place is real, the story pure fiction.

He realized he was addicted to her, but was unable to do anything about it. Whenever he saw the little green light indicating she was online, his heart started pounding pumping blood into all the wrong places. They would text often, and became intimate friends. The conversation often turned erotic, and when it did he would describe what he wanted to do to her body in great detail, and she would describe her response.

**contains some elements of humiliation** I pause outside of your office. I can hear you typing away in there and I know you must be preoccupied with work. I don't hesitate when I walk in and cross the room to your desk. You don't look up and I can see by the crease in your forehead that this is not a good time. Ignoring the signs I position myself to the right of you and push myself up onto the cool wood surface.

Dedicated to Red. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Franklin Swanson always knew he was different. He was a good looking man, tall with dark hair, an athletic build but not an athlete.

My Master has wanted to posses my mouth, cunt, and ass, but up to this point in time he has owned all but one, my ass. Today he will own all three. I came down the stairs leading to our bedroom. My nipples sticking out of my shirt from the rings I placed on them this morning. It has made them very sensitive to touch. Slowly I take off my shirt and pants, exposing my red tingly nipples, and clean shaven pussy, wet still from my morning play session.

Sarah drifted lazily to her big office. What a great morning. Her first meeting wasn't until 11 am. Her assistant had brought her a coffee and porridge from a café, and she told him not to let anyone disturb her for the next 30 minutes. She sipped the coffee and sat on her desk chair and spun around to look out the massive windows. She looked over London and felt powerful.

"Not good enough, you dumb cow. Try again," said the young mistress sternly. Kathleen Ballard took a moment to compose herself. She was an English professor. She should be able to string together a few coherent sentences and come up with a compelling and convincing argument that would satisfy her new mistress. Professor Ballard was a 44 year-old divorcee who had discovered lesbianism relatively late in life. She liked her girls young.

Sometimes when you wake up and realize ... this is my life ...you sort of smile. One of those days for me was March 24, 2009. I looked over at her sleeping form as she was softly breathing. I relaxed for a bit and caught a bit of laughter as it formed in my throat. I licked my lips and thought about what a nice birthday she was gonna have today.

Geraldine Wade is a young woman I know who has some unusual sexual needs; she likes to get spanked with a special paddle she has and she likes to have her pussy eaten and to fuck. None of those is unusual in itself; all my lady friends love having their pussies eaten, and fucking, except those who are preserving their cherries, and a few of them like getting spanked, but Gerry likes being eaten or fucked and spanked simultaneously.

Tiffany Stein knew she was born for the pageant stage, but never had her chance when she was younger. Both her parents were academics and thought pageants were silly, forcing Tiffany to focus on her studies; as an only child they were able to devote a lot of attention to her. They had passed while she was in her early twenties, and she thought it would be best to honor them by fulfilling their wishes.

The barbaric highlander enters the brothel and hands the madam a large sum of money. He was known for his sexual depravity and would not be allowed in without extra coin. He was large and muscular and intimidating and the whores cowered at the sight of him. He carried a bag of sex toys he had purchased on a trip to France. None of these farm girls would know what they were but that didn't matter he would teach them soon enough.

It had been over 6 months since John and Sue had first been introduced to the painful pleasures of caning by the fraudulent Dr Hay. Whilst they realised that his methods would not help their chances of conceiving their first child, they had found another dimension to their sex life. John very much enjoyed caning his wife, and Sue enjoyed the sex afterwards! It was as Sue was sorting through the pile of mail on the hall floor one evening after returning home from work that she noticed a franked letter from her old school.

It wasn't until after we were married that he ever mentioned Rose. In the whole five years we'd been together, he'd never even implied that anything was missing from our sex life. Then he started bringing up the subject occasionally, suggesting we should spice things up. We do all the normal stuff, but he was talking about things I didn't really have an interest in. Bondage, leather get-ups and whips, all that sort of thing.

I was posting some photos to the internet the other day when I found one on my computer of Pam wearing a blue string-bikini. She once told me that the photo was taken by one of her ex-lovers on the beach at Ocean City, MD. From things she has told me, things I have heard from others and some of his letters to her, I have surmised that she had a torrid affair with this guy right after her second divorce.

"Jennifer, get in here, now!" I hear the unmistakeable boom in Your voice, and I'm concerned. You seem to be very upset, but I am not sure as to why. My mind quickly flitters around, and tries to figure out some simple reasons. I enter the bedroom where You're standing. And then, I see what is scrunched up in Your hand. You're holding a pair of my panties, and I know only too well what has angered You, now.

"Hi daddy, working hard?" Mary had rapped twice on the door, then opened it and strode into my home office. "Uh, oh, hi Mary. Just taking a short break," I said, scrambling to close down Internet Explorer before my step-daughter could see what I was viewing. Mary is the 27 year old daughter of my second wife. I have been married to Helen, who is 48 and five years older than me, for two years now.

It was spring break, 2002 and Athena met Stephanie at the airport, Orlando, Florida. They hadn't seen each other since last fall when Athena moved away to college in Florida. They grew up together in a small town East of Des Moines, Iowa where they had been best friends since grade school. Of the two, Stephanie was more grounded and laid back. On the other hand, Athena was more outgoing and a bit of a trouble maker.

Sprite is a sexy 5'2, solid, 150 pound woman with 38D's, brown eyes, brownish/blonde hair and a cute lil ass. I'm her Dom, Teddy. This is about a fantasy her and I both share based on one she's shared with me. ------------------------------ I greet Sprite at her car and grab her bags and pick her up in one of my infamous big bear hugs (part of the reason for why I have the nickname Teddy short for Teddy bear) while I kiss her deeply and passionately with tongue.

I can see your window from here. Not that there is much to see, the left window is always open, the right closed, the curtains forever drawn. I can even smell you from here, the house does not smell too pleasant, but I never could stand the smell of smoke! It isn't the houses smell that interests me, it's your smell, the smell of sexual tension radiates from your inner soul.

And in the time it takes for her arms to slip from round his neck, her lips to pull gently from his, a wave of his lust has focused and thickened the moment. His hand twines in her hair, dragging her head backwards, exposing her throat. He bites. "Get up those stairs, now," is growled into her. She stumbles away from him, takes the three small strides required to set foot on the first tread.

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Reader note Tess O'Meter -- Red. I am naked. My wrists and ankles are stretched painful away from my body, muscles starting to quiver from the strain. I don't know how long I have been here; it seems like all day. It's all a bit blurry really. Last night, as I was walking back to my hotel, I passed some local guy who smiled at me.

Gale shivered, even though she could feel the warm afternoon sun on her naked body. She pulled on the strap wrapped around one wrist and then she pulled with the other arm. Her arms were over her head and spread wide apart. Her legs were spread as wide as her arms and tied in a like manner. The blindfold over her eyes let in no light at all. He had shown her where she would be before he put the blindfold over her head.

I curl my toes up, pulling them from the cold floor beneath me, my knees ache pressed against the hardness of the wood. Tiny goosebumps raise over my arms. I want badly to whisk the hair from my face as I stare down at the floor, but don't want to risk you seeing me fidget. I'm still deciding what to do when I hear the door creak open. I hear a faint rustling noise and wonder if you are undressing.

CHAPTER ONE He needed the hand on his shoulder, the kiss to his temple and the hot, ragged breath of his Master over his face. "Silas!" Instinct took over. Silas Oswald dropped to his knees, taking cover behind the waist high bar that extended along the length of the Tesla-Coil Tavern. The movement was futile; Mistress Lavinia had already seen him and wasn't likely to forgive his disobedience anytime in the near future.

Author's Note: This story includes a number of BDSM/Fetish themes but no conventional sex. If you are seeking the latter, please look elsewhere. The story is set in England. Thus, the words used are British English, not those of any other part of the English speaking world. I hope this does not cause confusion. I am an 18 year-old orphan boy. I have never met my step-mum, but I am sure I will soon.