The Carnal Lust
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That Carnal Hunger Olivia sat at her computer, staring at a browser page for some unmemorable website - art blogs updated on a daily basis by vapid former stars, upcoming savants fresh from their teen years, 'social justice warriors' as the media called them. In her gut, a deep feeling of longing and apprehension had been growing for some time, but until this moment -- 7 pm on a Sunday, much like any other -- she'd let it fester and grow without any action on her part. In a spontaneous...
I met Rose about five years ago while training in a local park. She is 5’2” to my 6’4” and sports a constant smile while running. She does like to talk and fills the air with constant conversation. We met a few times to run and enjoyed dinner once. However I was in a relationship at the time. There was chemistry but not enough to cause a chain reaction. Out of the blue I received a text from Rose. Nothing enticing but a pleasant not that she had just tried on a wetsuit used by triathlon...
Driving as quickly as he could in his custom matte black 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle Convertible towards his apartment was no easy task. He was heavily distracted by his passenger who was once again pressing her curvaceous body into his side while he tried to drive. Dani Nolan, a sexy red-haired goddess of a woman who had the body to drive any man crazy, had her right hand down his trousers and wrapped securely around his hardened member and was painstakingly stroking his length in slow...
Wife LoversThe intro music finished followed by a ladies sultry voice filling the radios, i-phones, and other devices tuned into her popular podcast.“Greetings and salutations to all my veiled listeners and dreamers. Tonight's show is like my others. The letters I’ll read I’ve changed all names, just in case real ones were used. I’ve changed the location and if needed spiced it up a little. I’ll remind you that sex should always be a safe, pleasurable, and with practice, a memorable experience. The first...
Love StoriesIn turn I also find that an animal mating desire naturally drives the bond between men and woman. It is not based on an artificial field of boundaries of girlfriend, and at times one’s wife. Men protect and care for naturally chosen mates, and woman care and accept when they chose to breed by the male they attract. When matched the bond is for a lifetime. Tonight is to see if there is a potential match with a woman I have known for some time. After a sexy email dance and expression of...
XIX ‘An irresistible chemical assault’ Over the next several hours, with brief breaks only for food (once) and sex (twice), I was to learn more about human physiology and neurology than I had in the previous forty-nine years. I also learnt more about Uncle Albert than I had ever suspected before, more, indeed, than I wanted to know, for overall the picture that slowly emerged was not a pretty one. It became evident that Uncle Albert had devoted virtually his entire adult life to this...
‘Bloody selfish’ When I got back to my office I buzzed Fran and asked her to come and see me. She arrived promptly and shut the door. ‘I know what this is about,’ she said as she took a chair, ‘and you can save your breath. I’ve made up my mind, James, and nothing you could say will change it.’ Then she looked more closely at my face and her manner softened abruptly. ‘James, you poor darling, you look so upset. What’s the matter?’ ‘Fran,’ I said, too apprehensive and ashamed to look her in...
VIII ‘Any woman’ After a while I began to feel stronger and I wished I could go to Albert’s as I had been trying to do for the last few days. But I could hardly leave Kylie sexed-out on the front room floor so I pottered about the house for a bit, then, since she showed no signs of coming down after nearly an hour, I decided I might as well take the opportunity to catch up with a few jobs about the garden. ”Ello, James,’ said someone. ‘Sorry to ‘ear about yer uncle.’ It was Betty, Kylie’s...
Carnal Carnival Her slender legs were now accelerating beyond her regular pace. If anyone saw her they would have thought that she was running away from something more so than she was jogging. The weather and her own memories had teamed up to batter her darkened silky hair with its humidity augmented perfume and pheromones releasing skin. If she was running away from her own thoughts, her body on the other hand yearned to be chased and it was saying so loudly, like the echoes generated by...
"This just in, a newly legislated law, The Carnal Accords has been put into effect. The new law allows for all consenting parties 18 and over to engage in incest, adultery, public sex, public nudity and public masturbation if so willing as an extension of the first amendment." The Indian anchorwoman, Pari Petel, announced, her face becoming more scrunched up and her tone becoming that of confusion as she read the teleprompter. She turned to her co-anchor and breaking script, asked him a...
IncestIt is simply magic with Pete. We have that perfect liaison, a relationship to die for and he serves me like a Prince with his showgirl although I am of the same genre, it is nice to think of it that way, I guess because he brings out all the feminine hormones in me, those few all males have and vice versa, but some more than others. But certainly Pete brings them out with me so wonderfully and beautifully that it is simply heaven to share our most deepest desires and wants. Like yesterday when...
GayThere she sat, grey-haired and stern looking like always, in the middle of the long cherry-wood table on the dais, her lips barely able to contain that self-assured smile that annoyed me so much. Behind her hung the usual silly and perversely expensive depictions of tiny angels worshipping the Lord. Left and right of her, her fellow senior sisters in their black habits waited submissively for her signal to start the meal, now that the prayer was over, and I had to struggle to contain my...
BDSMA new day dawned and there was no alarm clock to wake us from our sleep. I woke up, laying on my side, to the feel of a warm and very naked female body curled into me. My cock was hiding away stretched out between her thighs and against the outer lips of her pussy. My lower arm was stretched out and being used like a pillow while my upper arm was across her warm body with a nice handful of all natural, firm breasts in my grip. Her arm and hand had my hand clasped firmly to her breast. The A/C...
Love StoriesI’ve never considered myself to be a real writer. The writing(s) I’ve done over the years have been short speeches I’ve had to make for various meetings and have reflected what I felt most passionate about. This being mostly civic minded stuff and far, far away from LUSH type topics. Thus, I’m a little at a loss for words and ways of expressing myself in a LUSH like arena.My fantasy ramblings often do have a bit of truth in it as it is easier for me to write about something I have had some...
Love StoriesCarnal Carnival Her slender legs were now accelerating beyond her regular pace. If anyone saw her they would have thought that she was running away from something more so than she was jogging. The weather and her own memories had teamed up to batter her darkened silky hair with its humidity augmented perfume and pheromones releasing skin. If she was running away from her own thoughts, her body on the other hand yearned to be chased and it was saying so loudly, like the echoes generated by loud...
MILFA big hi to all dear readers, a mid week submission from your beloved JJ. As it is everyone is aware of my love for the matured females which got ignited in my teen and till date though I am in my mid thirties, it’s has always been with me and am sure it would follow me to my grave. Any young man would always dream about bedding a mature lady to some it maybe aunts in the neighbourhood, to some the class teachers and to other’s their own aunts and bhabi’s. A rose is a rose is a rose likewise to...
IncestHello dear readers, narrated below are a small imagination from your JJ with the back drop of one of the private beaches on the ECR Chennai. Kaviyam a 48 year old stinking rich widow who own a huge private beach left behind by her husband. This narration below explains how she falls pyre to her carnal lust to Narain who works at the beach as a care taker and he’s half her age. At 24 Narain was muscular and a raring to go beast who would make an Egyptian mummy to experience orgasm. The sun beat...
You look ravishing tonight, I only have eyes for you. Even though we do not know each other, there is an understanding, a silent message conveyed by our eyes across the room. As I leave my place beside my colleagues to approach you at the bar, your smile widens as I answer your silent request.I offer you a drink, to drench your desire for me while we get acquainted. You accept it, although I know you would like to leave right away, but I want to see who I’m going to please tonight. We chat...
Straight SexA Cuckold Story Millie Dynamite © Copyright 2021 by Millie Dynamite This is a work of fiction and not intended to promote any lifestyle. This is merely a representation of the fantasy of the cuckold lifestyle. The names, characters, places, and incidents are drawn from the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental and unintentional. This story contains some sex and violence, and racial stereotypes. If you have an issue...
Over the next several hours, with brief breaks only for food (once) and sex (twice), I was to learn more about human physiology and neurology than I had in the previous forty-nine years. I also learnt more about Uncle Albert than I had ever suspected before; more, indeed, than I wanted to know, for overall the picture that slowly emerged was not a pretty one. It became evident that Uncle Albert had devoted virtually his entire adult life to this project. The electronic record went back only...
Chapter 15: Angelic Lusts by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Damien D'Angelo thrashed in the inhuman grip of the priest. Iron fingers clenched tight about the vampire's throat. He could not snarl and rage at the priest who fucked his wife, pounding Abigail hard as she lay bent over the desk in Faust's office at the peak of the skyscraper. Shame, humiliation, rage, and pain clenched Damien's blackened soul. His wife's every gasp and pleasure-filled moan stabbed into his undead heart....
Damien D’Angelo thrashed in the inhuman grip of the priest. Iron fingers clenched tight about the vampire’s throat. He could not snarl and rage at the priest who fucked his wife, pounding Abigail hard as she lay bent over the desk in Faust’s office at the peak of the skyscraper. Shame, humiliation, rage, and pain clenched Damien’s blackened soul. His wife’s every gasp and pleasure-filled moan stabbed into his undead heart. She loved the priest’s cock, addicted to its girth spreading wide her...
I whimpered and keened as his tongue laved my left nipple. My other nipple peaked with anticipation waiting in turn.I looked at the juncture that joined us together and my thoughts were in a jumble. There was something poetic about it. I could feel him pulsing inside me, taking me with him on a journey of wantonness. His prick, felt heavy and full inside my vagina. Each stroke as he languidly and slowly moved inside me, was making me want to scream, keen. My arms moved restlessly over his back,...
Straight SexNote: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Kurtis – Kyizziania Zianamilizzi pulled me to her by her tail. She had it wrapped around me, her breasts jiggling. Her purple eyes fixed on mine, slitted like a...
Book One: Rogue's Sultry Women Part Six: A Father's Lusts By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Chapter Sixteen: Patrol Zanyia – The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch My tail swished back and forth as I rubbed my cheek into Master's leather jerkin. I loved the smell of leather, the feel of the smooth yet rough material on my skin. I shivered, squirming on the saddle, the harder leather rubbing on my juicy pussy—it always was juicy—while my little nipples tingled...
Oct 1, 3 PM When she left the house she was less careful of noise, Cindy was suffering from a sudden rush to adulthood. Her mother was a slut. Her uncle was likely a victim of her mother's carnal instincts. She was angry that she'd cut herself off from the man she loved because she believed he was a hypocrite, and a lecherous one at that. She wanted to talk to him now, to get some comfort. Cindy was distraught. She had sometimes suspected her mother's marital fidelity even before she'd...
Fate was in my corner when my wife, Linda, and I relocated to a community on the east coast of Florida, in anticipation of and several years before my retirement. We found a neighborhood between US Route 1 and the intercoastal waterway, only about fifteen minutes or so south of New Smyrna Beach. There’s a long, u-shaped street between the highway and the river, with a community dock jutting out into the river. We’re fully retired now, and still enjoying the benefits of neighbors in our...
MatureIt’s Monday morning and I drag my ass out of bed. I’ve decided to pick up an extra course over the summer and thankfully my school has a satellite campus in town. I make my way downstairs and find Cynthia in the kitchen reading some fashion magazine and sipping on some tea.“Hey baby!” she exclaims with a smile on her face.“Oh, you must be feeling better,” I say, as I pour my cereal.Cynthia had been dealing with period cramps the last week and hadn’t been feeling well.“Yes, so much better,” she...
MILFTerri 33 year old divorced mother of one child and small business owner. She has long blonde hair, is 5' 5" tall with a curvy body. Today promised a warmth later in the day. As she stood peering out the kitchen window, she could see that, although it was still slightly overcast, the sun already shone cautiously through the light blanket of mist over the trees. Terri went to the bedroom to get ready for work. Terri looked in the mirror as she finished getting ready. Today, she dressed...
Never in a million years could I have imagined being where I was, inches from the face of a petty younger woman, coaching her on deep-throating a cock, her second cock in a row. The first had been my lover Peter's, now her husband Jon's. Never in a million years.After Peter made a mess of her, I kissed her again, the third passionate kiss of the first woman I had ever really kissed. Amazing. Never in two million years. To think that I had been crying over the prospect of having dinner with...
SwingersIn the encroaching darkness, Bald Mountain loomed ominously, appearing impossibly close. The steep ski trails, each one an intimidating challenge to my intermediate skills, spilled down the sides of Baldy's peak as if white sauce had been ladled over a giant mound of chocolate soft serve. It foreshadowed our walk as Peter and I crossed the condominium complex to join two swinger couples for dinner, and perhaps more, at their rented condo. Surely new and different tests of my limits awaited.I...
SwingersCommand performance By the time another fifteen minutes had passed with no more sign of life, I felt that some action was necessary. I still had things to do. But what about Connie? I could hardly leave her back at the college in a post-orgasmic trance and reeking of sex, nor for the same reason could I put her on a train for her home on the other side of London. Somewhere she had to be cleaned up and made presentable. I could think of nothing for it but to take her back to my place, with any...
XXXVI James ‘Henry Ford’ Walker The previous evening — that is, the Thursday — instead of visiting Fran’s I had gone straight home from work to rendezvous with Wendy and Alicia. We had our stuff already packed (not that we needed much) and set off in high spirits for my weekend party at George’s. Kylie wanted to join us but was under strict orders not to miss the following day’s school, I consoled her with a nice fuck while Wendy and Alicia got ready. We reached George’s at about nine...
XL ‘I have to see Miss Smith’ It was my birthday and I wanted to enjoy it. I had worked very hard the day before, and I felt entitled to reward myself. I was going to have a nice, easy, relaxing day fucking whom I chose when I chose, with no conveyer belt, no rotas, and no surprises. Things never work out as we plan them. I had slept in the main bedroom with Florence and Kylie, who had arrived the evening before and who both, I felt, needed my attention. Florence had evidently been obeying...
XLII The teacher taught They found Elspeth sitting up in bed, bare-breasted but not caring, looking dazed but definitely conscious, and radiantly happy. Laura ran up to her and grasped her hand. ‘Elspeth, are you all right?’ Elspeth appeared to have trouble focusing on this difficult question. She blinked. ‘Laura? So it was you earlier?’ ‘Yes, I was in here before but I didn’t think you were awake.’ ‘I was. I could hear you but I couldn’t move or speak, I just felt so lovely all over. I...
XXXVII ‘No! No!’ Some girls stood out, however. One was Tammy, whose cheesy name had led me to assume she was American, but who turned out to be English: from Billericay, of all places. She was a state-school girl who had got swept up in one of Oxbridge’s occasional (and unconvincing) efforts to demonstrate that it is not the preserve of the middle and upper classes but will take people from Essex council estates too. The girl had character, I must say, her overwhelming craving for me vied...
‘God’s gift’ ‘If you want a job done properly,’ I muttered to myself, ‘don’t give it to Connie.’ This was about half-past eleven the next morning, when I found myself in the back streets near Hanover Square, having just emerged from a meeting in a client’s office. It was one of the appointments I had asked Connie to rearrange while I was on compassionate leave, and the reason for my irritation was that she had done something I had specifically warned her against, namely arranging two external...
Shapeliness The next day was memorable chiefly for Yvonne. I had invited her to Fran’s flat at lunchtime. It seemed only a courtesy to mention this to Fran at work the next morning when I apologised for again failing to return her keys. She told me not to worry, she had assumed I meant to retain them and had had another set cut on the way to work. ‘So keep them,’ she smiled. ‘You’ll need them if you’re going to keep using my flat as a handy knocking shop. How many girls this time, darling?...
XLI A well elaborated delusion In the hall there was a fairly tense stand-off in progress. Wendy, hearing the whistle and grateful for any interruption, pulled the phone from her pocket. ‘Excuse me a moment, please, Dr Stone,’ she said, but the courtesy of these words was belied by the determined way she stood her ground and the fierce glare that wordlessly said, ‘Don’t even think about using this diversion to get past me.’ Laura paused. Even she was not immune from the strange but universal...
XXIV ‘Whatever you want’ Wasting no time I told the twins, who were disappointed but instantly compliant, to get dressed and catch a train back to Cambridge. They were a little consoled when I told them I should be glad to see them in London this coming Saturday. Then I rang Wendy and told her what I had decided and that I should be late home. After this there was nothing for it but to take the now naked Fran, Connie and Gabby to bed and fuck the daylights out of them. Then I returned to...
XXXIII ‘Clever. Very’ When I returned to the office next day after ‘lunch’ – actually a very enjoyable session with Gina and an adorably cute black girl professionally called Sable, short but very curvy with nice big pendulous tits, an excellent choice – I was greeted by the news that I had had three urgent messages from an Elspeth Smith. On checking my cellphone I found no fewer than five further messages from her. Plainly something serious was afoot. With great trepidation I went to my...
XXXII Operation Saturday Saturday was to be a big day. All week, I had been organising it like a military campaign. And the objectives of Operation Saturday were twofold: (a) to clear up Albert’s house, and (b) to get me laid as much as possible. The former task had been outstanding for over a fortnight now. At first I had procrastinated because it looked like such hard, dirty work, then the increasingly dramatic effects of FUCK had given me other things to worry about. But now, I was...
Joe returned from the store to see that Shane’s truck was gone, but Kerri’s car was still in the drive and several light where on in the house. Joe parked in the drive and walked up to the front door. He saw Kerri in the living room dancing. He could hear the soft vibration of his abused sound system out on the front porch. Kerri was moving about lost in her music, her tan nubile body clad only in a button-down baseball jersey. This time Joe politely rang the door bell. The music switched off...
XVIII ‘l-a-d-i-e-s’ The next day, of course, Alicia was due to move in, so it was the last night Wendy would have me to herself and we made sure it was a good one. In the morning we shared an unhurried breakfast and she got ready to go and help Alicia with the move as promised, while I prepared to go to Uncle Albert’s. Just after Wendy had left, the phone rang. It was Fran. I could tell right away that she had recovered her poise after her astonishment the previous night. In fact, she...
XI The ‘M’ word I was now late for work, of course. Immediately I arrived I hurried to the gents for the wank of which my conversation with Alicia had left me sorely in need. As I made my way to my office a colleague mentioned that Fran had been looking for me. ‘Connie, too,’ someone added. I got to my desk and switched on the computer. Of course there was a vast stack of emails. I opened first the one from Brian about the board report. In it he congratulated Fran and me on a job thoroughly...
Joe awoke from his dream-filled sleep, irritated at the wetness left on the sheets between his legs. He quickly showered, checked-out, ate breakfast and got on the road. He made excellent time once he crossed the Pennsylvania border. His mood had improved when he past the state capital and got on the junction of the highway that would soon take him home. The campus should still be relatively quiet, since the students were still on break. Maybe he could just relax and forget about his problems...
XXXVIII ‘That’s it’ When I had finished eating I sat back and stared blankly in front of me. I wanted to shut my eyes but every time I tried it I saw that awful look on Nina’s face as she realised she was about to be raped — no, that last clause is a cowardly evasion, scratch it. I should have written as she realised I was about to rape her. Wendy was the first to break a very strained silence. ‘James, darling,’ she muttered softly, ‘there are three more girls waiting downstairs. Elspeth’s...
XIII Off my chest The situation was surreal. Here we were, hurrying off to inaugurate a sexual relationship, yet we were sitting as far apart as the size of the cab would permit, staring angrily out of opposite windows without a word to each other. I was furious with Fran for having forced me to give way when all I wanted was for her own good, and I could see she was equally upset at my reluctance to give her what she wanted. But she was still eager, when we got to the flat she fumbled with...
XXII ‘Everything you do’ ‘Well, James darling, I think even you are going to have your work cut out with this little lot.’ It was Wendy that said this. She, Alicia and I were sitting at the dining table at home, reviewing the day’s events and surveying the twenty-six notes, which I had carefully laid out in alphabetical order. (It must be the bureaucrat in me.) There seemed to be little doubt that all these girls were ‘primed’. If so, Albert’s theories suggested and experience demonstrated...
X ‘Nice top’ I wanted to get to the office early since there was bound to be a lot of work to catch up with, to say nothing of Connie and Fran, so instead of walking the mile to the station I caught the bus. This meant that I saw her before she saw me. There she was, standing outside the station, oblivious to the admiring glances she attracted from each passing male and peering anxiously at every possible approach route. I was shocked to recognise none other than my girlfriend from the...
XXXV The Female Future These two seductions caused me much concern. I had intended neither of them, but had been unable to avoid them even though I was well aware of what was happening. I knew that sooner or later, if this sort of thing went on, someone was bound to notice, and what then? I had nightmare visions of being emblazoned across the tabloid press, and I feared, too, that the civil authorities might take some action against me, although I hardly dared think what this might be. ...
XLV The ideal career The next morning for some inexplicable reason I felt quite sleepy and I stayed in bed (entertained by visitors, of course) until nearly eleven. Then I showered and asked Wendy to come and see me. This could, I thought, be a difficult discussion. Not a bit of it: never underestimate the power of FUCK. It turns the world upside down. Things that used to be easy, like taking a tube ride without seducing some gorgeous girl, get very tricky, and things that one would expect...
A tale set in modern rural Midwest about sex and other passions as a young divorcee, after working on her back (and in other positions) for a year to boost her income significantly, casts aside that activity and leaves the city seeking a new life with the apparent belief her destiny would find her. Chapter 1 Jilli didn’t know why she did it – she meant having random sex with men. Perhaps it was her fondness for variety, or the hope of some athletically flexible guy stimulating her to an...
XX Walk this way I was stunned. I had not sipped the serum, I had quaffed it off. My initial reaction, one of powerless rage against Albert for not briefing me properly that night at the hospital, lasted only until I reflected that the man had been dying in agony and could hardly be blamed for failing to make his meaning entirely clear. No, the responsibility was mine, and it was for me to decide what to do about it. And first of all, of course, I had to negotiate the garden party. I had...
XV ‘I was the first’ After work I hurried to meet Alicia. I was ten minutes early but she was already there. As I saw her, I felt a pang of conscience. She was so young, so pretty, so innocent, so wholly unaware of what was happening to her. And I, instead of looking after her and protecting her, was planning to take her home and fuck her and keep on fucking her to my cock’s content. But, I reflected, it was pointless to think this way: my experience with Fran had shown that Uncle Albert’s...
The weakness of the flesh Several hours of clearing up at Uncle Albert’s house brought me no real reward. It was arduous, unpleasant work on such a sultry day, and I felt terribly invasive going through the old boy’s things. The reflection that now they really belonged to me made me feel slightly less uncomfortable about it, but it did not make the work any easier. I decided to tackle one room at a time. So I started on a pile of old magazines at one end of the front room and took it from...
XXIX ‘Any woman out there’ We went upstairs to the main bedroom. The girl was clearly coming out of it. She was breathing in long, deep, happy sighs and she turned her head when we entered the room. Her eyes, no longer glassy, sparkled as they fixed on me, apparently hardly noticing Wendy. I walked to the foot of the bed and stood there with my legs somewhat apart and my arms folded as I tried to assume a pose suggesting a confidence and mastery I was far from feeling. I looked at my...
The end All this was a year ago. Perhaps I can best wrap the story up by offering a series of incidents during the intervening twelve months that strike me as particularly interesting or significant (or sexy or amusing. Or, in one or two cases, grim). * Last summer’s birthday weekend was the turning point. Once all the girls were safely captured, and the decision had been taken to go wholesale into the sex business, everything seemed to fall into place. I was very strict about ensuring girls...