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She still couldn’t believe she was here, with him making all of the fantasies they’d chatted about online for months come true. After a night in a hotel room exploring and learning each others bodies, he surprised her with an announcement to pack and that they were heading to the Cape for the rest of their fantasy weekend together. They stopped in Wellfleet to stock up on supplies and she noticed a small ice cream shop along the beach. She was always a sucker for great ice cream, her face lit...
"Kandi," a voice said. "Time to go to work." "Yes, Mommy," Kandi opened her dark brown eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry." "That's okay, hon," the other woman said. "Give my nips a suck. I want to do you for your coffee break. It makes you more productive. Besides, it's fun." "I like it, too, Dot." "Good news. Hank's coming to Tampa and he has a new girl that he's bringing from Silver Orb." Dorothy was a petite blonde tanned by the Florida with blue eyes and small breasts, but...
Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my last story about Genuine Couples looking for real fun like Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian can approach me. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Coming to the story the heroine of the story is named Samyuktha. She...
Don’t you just love it when tits are so fucking huge, that you can basically pin-point all the veins? Like two massive balloons, ready to pop… and to nobody’s surprise, there is a subreddit dedicated to that as well! It is called r/EngorgedVeinyBreasts/, and I am pretty sure that with just one glance at the name, you will know what the fuck to expect.Well, this subreddit is dedicated just to the Engorged Veiny Breasts, so if you are looking for anything other than that, I have bad news for you…...
Reddit NSFW ListChris yawned and moved to the next section of shelving. A big truck had made for a long night, leaving him and the rest of the night stock crew facing up the store after opening. “Never ending, man,” his friend Alan grumbled from the other side of the aisle. “Feels like it.” “At least the scenery ain’t bad.” After turning around to see where Alan was looking, Chris followed his gaze to see Amy – one of the cashiers – working her register. She was hot, but she was also married to a trucker who...
Forced down to her knees, the blindfold was suddenly pulled off of Sharon’s face. The frightened witch looked up into the hard black eyes of her former employer, Arcutus Scone. “Surprise,” he purred. “Mr. Scone,” the witch breathed, her heart in her throat. Sharon looked around. They were in a small stone room with no apparent exit. There was a huge four-poster bed draped in black bedding and nothing else. She looked up at the wizard. “No need to ask why you are here, Miss...
Hi.. I’m myself, George. Posting my first encounter story with my neighbour aunt. This incident happened 2 months ago. First, let me tell you about myself I’m 20yrs old I’m an engineering student. I’m from Chennai Anna Nagar. Anna Nagar is mostly famous for mature aunties. I have a huge desire for mature aunties. It all happened in the month of February. One day I bunked college and I was doing my project work. At that time my internet connection was misbehaving so I called my dad and shouted...
They told me to go for a walk 10 minutes before the bus arrives. I have to walk on the path the bus comes from. The only problem with the walk is that I have to stay on the sidewalk. I have to follow the path. I'm going. I can't move my hands from my side. The only thing on my body is high heels, that's all. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and heard cars, my heart started beating a little faster. I was trying to walk the 2 blocks fast enough to beat the buses. I could feel the wind blowing next...
… It was a usual Friday night for Gotham city. All sorts of criminals were out in force due to the absence of Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin and even regular Robin. The four were off-world helping the Justice League and Titans take care of some sort of universe ending threat. Gotham wasn’t left unprotected though. At the old Gotham East Docks, a slim, feminine, hooded figure made her way up atop a tower of old containers. “Oracle. I’m in position.” Spoiler said into her...
Barbara watched in anticipation as the computer attempted to recover the data from the transmitter, fearful that the computer would give her some sort of error and she’d have to basically start from scratch in finding her friend and fellow vigilante, fellow Batgirl. Each minute that passed made Barbara a little bit more sick. FILE TRANSFER SUCCESFULLY “Yes!” Barabara went to work sifting through all the data immediately. More specifically, Barbara was looking for the audio logs...
Warning: I write cruel stories of humiliation (although I'm not into physical pain). If this isn't your particular brand of vodka, there are many other fine authors on this site to turn to. The following story is based on real people as described to me by a fan requesting to be inserted into one of my twisted fantasies. This is my first strictly TG fetish tale. heart-shaped box By tainted x Case #345-98A66 CONFIDENTIAL; Nondisclosure 15C; Clearance lvl 5; USERnAME:...
Part 6 - “Heart-shaped” If you want more chapters, vote and comment. I’m heavily influenced by what readers think of my stories and how they should follow. This is a fictional dark fantasy story that will contain romance and some vanilla parts to it, but mainly consists of blackmail, rape, and violence. I don't condone or partake in any of the actions portrayed here. This is for people like me, guys and girls, who like this kind of harsh stuff with a good story. For those of you out there,...
There was a catch, however. My Uncle Andy would be coming over to keep an eye on me and the house. Well, that was the excuse this time. Apparently his girlfriend had kicked him out again and this was an excuse that my dad could use to let him stay with us for a few weeks. He wasn’t really a bad guy, and was actually quite good looking for 47, but it did sadden me a little to realise I wouldn’t be as alone as I’d hoped. Let me tell you a little about myself, my name is Tammy. The reason...
All right, at least he had managed to make the leather chair look decent after the online BDSM groups had supplied him with useful information on how to clean cum off leather. The best part was that he hadn’t needed to call Mark to the rescue, and a tissue and some rubbing alcohol that he had luckily found in the small vanity cabinet available in his office, had done the trick. He dropped his head on his arms, as he stood there, knelt before the chair that had so silently accepted his semen...
I woke up to the sound of the rain beating against my window. I lazily looked at the bedside clock and realized there was still two hours left till I had to wake up and get ready for work at six. I tried to go back to sleep but that flimsy lady called "sleep"eluded me for about twenty minutes. Realizing that I could not stay awake until daybreak, I decided to do something productive with my time. I reached out my right hand and groped my wife's ass. She was fast ***** judging by her snore. I...
I couldn't believe my luck. Just came home from a long day at work and wanted nothing more to unwind. Alone. Get my thoughts together, shower, and have a nap. I then noticed my trash bin was getting full and said "Fuck it!". Might as well take it down now and be done with it. After tossing the garbage bag in the dumpster I headed back up the stairs to my apartment. I noticed the cute boy who lived next door having trouble with his key. He was fresh out of college and new in the building. I had...
The Newlyweds Chapter 2: Heart Shaped Betrayal The alarm sounded. I remembered Jasmin had made a promise to a new friend that we'd have brunch with them down the street at a small bistro. How could she make friends so quick? I asked myself while still lying in bed. We've been in town for about five days. Already she made a dozen friends and was on the phone or texting people like they were war buddies or childhood friends. Jasmin must have just gotten up, her pillow was still warm....
Chris yawned and moved to the next section of shelving. A big truck had made for a long night, leaving him and the rest of the night stock crew facing up the store after opening. "Never ending, man," his friend Alan grumbled from the other side of the aisle. "Feels like it." "At least the scenery ain't bad." After turning around to see where Alan was looking, Chris followed his gaze to see Amy - one of the cashiers - working her register. She was hot, but she was also married to a...
So what the hell was he going to do now? Had Aron called and he missed it or something? He checked his phone. No calls. Okay, he needed to see Aron. Wait, he needed to take a shower first. They were seriously going to have sex. If what the girl had said was true... Of course it’s true. Now we remember everything. I’m so amazed how quickly you take credit. You said you had nothing but blank space in that part. But now we know. Yes, he knew. The news was everywhere now. The entertainment...
With only two days left in her trip, to the US, although tryst is more to the point, and one of those days gang-banging in Jo and Dave’s RV, Rosalind divined another of her scathingly lurid ideas. As she and Jo had gotten on so well, Rosalind suggested that she and Jo go clubbing in a pick-up bar and that Dave and I were to watch them, unseen from a distance and then hook up with us later. This woman was going to make me crazy! Before answering Rosalind, I mentally considered a pro and con...
Wife LoversThey stumbled inside, laughing and joking, and somehow ended on the carpet in the living room. The game had been incredible, they had stuffed their faces with hot dogs and they had spent their evening in a dive, drinking and singing with other fans. “Fuck, this was the most amazing night out in forever, Alex,” Aron said breathily, as somehow he managed to disentangle himself from Carter’s limbs, only to adjust his position and make his placeholder of a husband spread his legs so they could...
“Are these all mine?” he stared critically at the walk-in closet, without daring to put one foot in front of the other. There must have been one thousand clothing items, without counting the shoes. Carter was the kind to have three-four changes of clothes, each one for a particular purpose. But this Alex dude was just over the top. He remained there, staring, and wondering how on earth he was going to go through this and escape unscathed. He flinched when Aron moved next to him. Apparently,...
The sofa was clearly there only for visual appeal and nothing more. Carter tossed and turned, but no matter what he did, how he coiled and uncoiled himself, he could not find an ideal sleeping position. Eventually, he settled for throwing his legs over one end, and lay there, like the perfect crash test dummy. There was no way he was going after Aron, like before, or sleeping in the same bed. In a way, this was convenient. He wasn’t going to engage in penetrative gay sex with his best...
He woke up with the first rays of sun gently invading the room through the curtains. He could not remember ever feeling so well rested. Usually, he was a fussy sleeper, as there always had to be something ready to annoy him, be it a crumpled sheet, a pillow all in knots, or his own mind trying to solve this or that. “Morning,” Aron nuzzled his neck, waking up with the first stir from Carter. “Um,” was the only thing he could say. Last night, he had sucked his best friend’s dick and had his...
“No, it’s just some allergy and stuff,” he quickly wiped his cheeks with his hands. “I didn’t know you were allergic,” Aron said, still worried. “What triggered your allergy?” “A shmuck,” Carter said brightly. “I mean, that shmuck from earlier. The reporter. Yeah, that’s it. I’m allergic to scumbags.” Aron placed a hand on Carter’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “You don’t have to act brave. I know how what I said must be affecting you right now.” “I don’t act brave,” Carter...
It was a great thing he had Taz now, as he had a reason to go out of the house, and also to go jogging. Getting back to playing sports with buddies was not yet on his list of priorities, as he was still trying to get his life in order, and adjust to the post-Aron era, as he had come to call his life now. Taz was a great jogging partner. Adjustments to the shoebox, as he called his home now, had to be made, and the cabinets now held dog foods from various brands which Carter wanted to try to...
Ah, damn, it was raining. Carter didn’t exactly feel like going out in the rain, but Taz could care less about that and needed out like five minutes ago. Well, it wasn’t like he was the one depressed, right? There was no point for him, as a dog, to mope around the house, in slippers and pajamas. Could dogs feel depressed? He wondered. “Wanna go outside?” he scratched the dog’s fluffy ears. Taz placed his head on his master’s knees and stared up, right into Carter’s eyes. He whined. “I...
‘She walked into the room in a Santa suit and I could tell she was trouble…’ from Yuletide Mindfuck Shane Houston finished his shift at 1pm on February 14 th and left work with a spring in his step. He even blew a kiss to the check-out girl as he stepped out the door. There were several reasons for his lightness of mood. His new first-floor manager’s job at the 86 th Street branch of Barnes and Noble was one. What a splendid fluke that had been. Intently discussing the American crime novel with...
I remember the first time I stumbled across gay porn in my 20's (old satellite tv) I turned on a xxx channel at lunch to discover a gay video playing. Not expecting this I was Initially shocked but I watched, then got an erection, a real hard one, I pulled out my cock and started rubbing it (much like I'm doing now) oh boy this felt real good, I dropped my pants stood in front of the TV and masturbated to the video and shot my load. I went back to work and the thoughts started in my head. What...
I was alone. Ten minutes after the front door closed, I called Kirsten. "Get your sexy self over here immediately, I have at least a few hours," I told her. No reply even came, she just hung up. I put on that pink set again, zipped to the front door, and ten minutes later, her naked body busted right in. My eyes just widen, as they saw her sweaty body. "You drove here naked?" I wondered. Her head nodded slightly, as she was out of breath. Then I ambled towards her, and took her hand. Our feet...
CheatingHi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my last story about Genuine Couples looking for real fun like Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian can approach me. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Continuing from the first part. After firing loads of cum with the thrill...
“Your memory of recent events seems to be a little fuzzy,” the doctor explained to him while tapping against his desk with a slim golden pen. Carter leaned against the wooden desk, his eyes wide and trained on the man in white. The guy looked like he was in his late 50s, so he had probably seen plenty of strange things in his medical practice. “Actually, I have trouble remembering other things, too,” he whispered. The doctor leaned closer, turning his head to one side like he was trying to...
“Would you slow down a bit? I thought you were still feeling a bit sick after all the medicine you took at the hospital,” Aron eyed him warily, like he was on the point of giving him the Heimlich maneuver, if need be. “I don’t need to slow down,” Carter shrugged as he stuffed his face with another slice of pizza. “Trust me, after you face your death like I did, you won’t have any issue with eating a whole pizza either. You know, the things that make you feel alive. And satisfied,” he groaned...
It was surprisingly easy to gain access to Carter Malis’s room, aka himself, with Alex Ruskin’s looks. Everyone knew him and everyone was certain he was some kind of friend to the man lying there, trapped in his own mind, and hooked on medical devices that barely kept him alive. The nurse fretted around him for like a minute, during which he didn’t dare to look at the pristine white bed. A single glimpse of a pale arm resting on top of the sheet was close enough to make him heave....
Carter had never known the blessing of having a personal assistant, but as a programmer, it wasn’t like he needed one. He wasn’t even a good team player, and he worked as a freelancer for that reason. But leaving everything in Mark’s professional hands had made him feel relieved. Tomorrow, he was going to go to work and have his entire schedule well prepped by his new assistant, while he only had to worry about being pretty, as Mark had said, while almost throwing him out the door. He did...
Carter took the glass of wine from the table with a methodical gesture, brought it to his lips and took a long sip of ... nothing. “Do you want more wine?” Aron asked him. “Just give me the bottle,” he mumbled. He needed more than that, but he had to make do with whatever he had at his disposal. So he just drank straight from the bottle, while Aron continued to just watch him in absolute shock and silence. “You knew that,” Aron eventually spoke. “That is why you were so pissed.” He could...
“Your husband called a few times,” Mark chimed in, holding the door for him, and seeing him to his desk like he was crippled. Carter threw his secretary a confused look. “You dropped your phone here, before heading to your meeting with Yolanda. I didn’t answer. But it’s all for the best that you didn’t have your phone with you,” Mark added in a low whisper. “I heard she’s a beast if something or someone interrupts her meetings.” “Really?” Carter asked in a dry flat tone. Mark was even...
Carter was chewing the nail on his index finger like a Duracell rabbit at a carrot tasting. The initial shock was gone, but he still held Simon’s phone in his hand, not wanting to let go. But it was not like those offending pictures were going to disappear by magic. There, on the shiny screen, Alex Ruskin was locked in a heated embrace with the guy currently sitting across from him, in the poshest cafe Carter had ever set foot in. And that was not all. If anything, it was just the peak of...
Carter inhaled Aron’s warmth, as they stood there, in the door. Okay, he hoped the guy was not going to get all sentimental because he had absolutely no idea how to deal with such a thing. As his best friend, Aron had never gotten so mushy over him, or over anything. He had been Carter’s rock, well, at least, until they fell apart. Aron broke their hug and grabbed him by the neck in an affectionate manner. Carter let out a long breath, and together, they walked into the house. He was about...
Was living like a star always like this? Carter had to admit that while the wild ride to work in that car had been awesome, the stares he got while waiting for the lights to change, along with all the giggles and even a few not so veiled invitations from both men and women, had made him feel rather ... icky. Maybe driving a fancy car was really not for him. Alex’s lifestyle was so overdone. It made one wonder what could be hiding underneath. He was about to go into his office when...
It was late in the evening when he finally went home. He had taken the car and driven aimlessly for hours, trying hard to ignore the mess in his brain. Like a burglar, he sneaked into the house. Maybe Aron was already asleep and he wasn’t going to offer any explanations now. He took off his shoes and began to walk slowly through the living room. Maybe he was just going to crash on the sofa. The sound of a door opening and the light flooding the room made him stop. He turned slowly only to...
There was no possible way to reason with the guy, nor did he take hints. Simon was like a stupid dog that needed a lot of training. After closing the door a few more times in his face, and a few others telling him to just go home already, Carter had had to open the door wide and try to have a conversation with the guy. “Do you have any idea how this looks? The neighbors will see your car parked in the driveway!” he pointed the finger at Simon. “It’s not the first time I come to your house,”...
Aron had made him walk into the house in nothing but his sneakers, commenting something on how nice he looked with jizz pouring down from his ass, and he had had to just take the guy’s word for it. Now, under the hot spray of the shower, and Aron’s wandering hands, he was starting to doubt whether the fact that he had given in like a whore was for the best or the worst. Points in favor of this being the best thing ever: 1. He could not remember having come as hard as he had just done. 2....
So, whoever did the stupid body swap knew very well about it. And was doing nothing to correct the situation. Things were just getting stupider if that was a word. “Boss?” It took him two full seconds to realize that Mark was trying to draw his attention. He reluctantly let go of the pencil he had been munching on until being interrupted. “Yes, Mark,” he said snappily. “Sorry, I’m just in a bad mood,” he added quickly. His secretary threw him a short look, filled with pity. It lasted...
He almost felt tempted to walk through the door and yell ‘honey, I’m home’, but somehow he wanted to take Aron by surprise. No such luck, though, as the guy was expecting him, his arms crossed over his chest and a stony look on his face. “So, what do you want to tell me?” Aron spoke first. “What? No smooches?” Carter opened his arms wide and walked towards Aron. Apparently, the guy was not in the mood for his shenanigans. “Where have you been and why did you turn off your phone?” Aron...
Sleeping next to Aron was the best thing ever. Especially since the guy now had a signature way of waking him up, with slow kisses and caresses. “Hey,” he smirked, as he stretched like a cat into the man’s arms. “Hey back,” Aron chuckled. “I hate not being able to cuddle some more, but I need to go to work early. They’re sending someone over from New Entertainment, to ask us about a new motivational book we publish. Apparently, these guys like to wake up with the chickens.” “Why do you...
Waking up the second time, and this time in his own body, but in a similar hospital bed, proved to be an even more difficult an experience than the first time. One thing he noticed right away was that everything was hurting. Hey, it had been nice to be Alex, then, right? No pain that time. C’mon, is that the only thing you can think of? You know it’s not, and don’t you dare do the thinking for me. I’m your brain, remember? Then I’d rather be brain dead. “Hey, hey, Mr. Malis, look who...
Was he really ready for a visit? Aron wasn’t a stranger, but that didn’t mean he should receive him wearing pajamas. There was too much mess lying around, too. Mumbling to himself, he began tidying up the small living room, which now, after staying at Aron’s house for a while, seemed unqualified for the ‘living’ part of the phrase. It wasn’t like he could not afford something more expensive. He just didn’t want anything else. For him, the little shoe box, as his mom had called his apartment...
“Are we playing mime?” Carter was the first to speak again, seeing that the other was busy expressing his outrage just by standing there, petrified, with an expression of absolute horrified surprise on his perfect face. Alex scrunched his nose and pulled the chair brusquely, taking a seat without being invited to. Carter felt the need to say something and point out the rudeness, but he could bet that little mishap was going to pale in comparison to what Alex was going to say and do. “So,...
There was still time until Saturday, and Carter had homework to do. He could hire a private detective to follow Alex around, but, somehow, he felt that would not be a good idea. Alex was a star, not a housewife looking for love outside conjugal bliss. He was a star, and getting other people involved sounded like a recipe for disaster. No, he needed to be the detective and gather evidence against the guy, evidence of the guy’s cheating. How he was going to show Aron that evidence was a...
“This is, Taz, what is called a stake out,” Carter spoke to his dog, as he sipped from his iced coffee through the straw. “You see,” he explained to his pet, “Alex is bound to make a mistake, sooner or later, and we will be able to expose the douchebag to Aron. We’re making a great team!” Now, as he stood behind the wheel of his car, talking to his dog, he didn’t feel that convinced that he was making any progress, though. He wasn’t exactly the most skillful detective in the universe, and...
He was still pondering over how the hell he had managed to get Aron to have sex with him so quickly when his phone started ringing. This time, he didn’t hurry to get it. Yeah, he was going to be a little sore, that was for sure. But he could barely stop a small surprised gasp when he saw the caller. “Hi,” Aron’s warm voice came through from the other side. “Hey, did you forget your keys?” Carter mumbled and looked around. “I guess you’ll have to come back and find them, because I don’t see...
How to Cure Performance Anxiety – A Short Guide Could Aron tell he was nervous? His friend closed his hand over Carter’s, and all he could do was to think of the warmth he was feeling. It was not exactly like they were holding hands, and there was some room between them on the back seat, while the taxi driver seemed more preoccupied with watching the road ahead rather than spying on them. You’re getting a little paranoid, aren’t you? You saw what happened with Simon earlier! What if someone...
Was Aron already back? He wondered, as he climbed the stairs two by two, with Taz happily prancing after him. He definitely hoped so, but stopped in front of the door to catch his breath. Aron was going to ask him why he had rushed up the stairs. He had no alternative reply for that. “It looks like for a while you’ll have two daddies,” Carter scratched Taz’s ears, just to buy some time. Taz barked in reply and Carter had to shush him since he didn’t want the neighbors scandalized on Sunday...
“Microwave recipes,” Carter mumbled as he began browsing cooking websites. Maybe he could make lasagna! But wait, Aron was making a much better lasagna, anyway. The best. So maybe something else would be a better idea. Like a surprise. Hmm, maybe something healthy? Okay, he started reading, with Taz cuddled next to him on the sofa. Flaxseeds? What the fuck were those? Were they even edible? Somehow that recipe didn’t sound too tasty. Moving on, moving on. So many types of cheese, Carter...
“Do you realize we are practically hiding in a closet?” Carter snickered. Aron hushed him. “They’ll find us,” his husband reproached. “Of course they will,” Carter said matter-of-factly. “They have the dog with them. They’re already tracking us as we speak.” “The fact that you’re making so much noise is not helping,” Aron glared. “Okay, okay,” Carter agreed. They stood in silence for a couple of seconds. There was no noise from outside. Well, they had found the perfect hiding place, in...
Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my last story about Genuine Couples looking for real fun like Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian can approach me. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Continuing the story in this last part. After piercing her rough over...
Synopsis: A wife urges her husband to get breast implants just like hers. The following story is a bit more fantastic than my usual, if only because the breast procedure it describes isn't yet generally performed, because it isn't yet anywhere known (at least not to me), and may not even be feasible. I aim for plausible truths readers might wish to believe at least while reading. We all have plenty of actual truths, but if this story helps us uncover a few more about what we...