Strings Attached
- 2 years ago
- 24
- 0
After writing my first story I got contacted by a couple of wonderful ladies. They wanted to know more about me and some wanted more from me. I have been living in Bangalore and I know its not safe for girls to meet men of the internet. So I devised a plan to make them feel safe and meet them. I will talk about one such incident. I was contacted by Neha. She is in her final year and preparing for some competitive exams in Bangalore. She had gone through a bad breakup recently. We exchanged a...
The car drove through a nondescript council estate which had recently been soaked by an icy winter shower. Don sat in the passenger seat of his father’s car on the way to visit an old friend. He had a foreboding look about him as knew the visit was a bad idea. To be fair most of his idea weren’t overly smart. But this one was the worst he had in quite a while. Yet he stubbornly went along with it. Don still considered Jessie to be the love of his life, but before Jessie the centre of his world...
Leliana had been concerned about the brooding, dark-haired noble. At first, she’d worried Aedan, enraged, would put the man out of his misery, and then she’d worried that the smelly, injured, traumatised, damaged man they’d rescued would save Aedan the trouble and get himself killed by his father’s guards. He could barely walk – several badly healing broken bones had been set and mended by Anders, not to mention the dehydration, malnourishment, scrapes, bruises, and contusions his ruined...
He had dreaded telling his story, dreaded the inevitable revulsion he so richly deserved, especially when he finally opened his eyes and met her gaze. But what he was greeted with was not what he expected; he faced only sympathy and understanding, despite everything. Mixed with some pity, there was no way to hide that, but the overwhelming disgust he’d braced for never happened. Her reaction was the most surprising. She knew. She looked at him, had listened to him, seen right through him,...
Nathaniel woke slowly, his mind foggy, his head aching and his stomach roiling. Really, he thought it should be much worse – he’d started drinking early, and while he didn’t remember how much he’d had to drink, his actions the previous evening indicated that he should have stopped much sooner than he had. Given that he’d apparently drunk until enraged, then pathetic and sloppy, and then blacked out, he was surprised he wasn’t feeling more ill – he would have expected to spend the day with his...
Her assignment as a messenger shouldn’t have been a surprise, but as she galloped through the rain between one army encampment and another, she cursed the luck that had made her one of the few fast riders the army had access to. The mages had been training – there were now a handful with the ability to shape-change into a bird – but that didn’t negate the need for horseback messengers, especially when it came to communications with the Chantry, who none of the Dalish mages would approach...
Nathaniel watched the bard surreptitiously through half-closed eyes, forcing himself to focus on her face, and not the long expanse of pale skin on perfectly formed legs that he’d been unable to avoid noticing in the night. It was clear from her frenzied movements and her quick, shallow breaths that she was anxious, and he couldn’t blame her – when he’d asked to have Leliana directed to his tent once she’d arrived, he hadn’t expected to find her undressed and dead to the world in his own...
Leliana had almost managed to resign herself that her – increasingly ardent – fantasies were just that: fantasy, and pure fiction. Nathaniel had shown no sign of wanting more, and as she kept reminding herself, he was a Fereldan Arl – he was never going to choose her, even if he was interested. And he’d made no overt moves to show that he was interested in her; he’d been friendly, and he still watched her the way Alistair looked at cheese, but he’d done nothing else. But it was only ‘almost’...
If he hadn’t been turning to look at her, Leliana knew, he would not have missed the pack of Blight wolves that suddenly appeared in their path – and he’d never have fallen off his horse. He’d shown himself to be a good horseman, and she was experienced enough to know from his stance that he was probably better than she’d seen so far. But he’d had his mouth open, his eyes wide, and he hadn’t known the wolves were there until he’d been airborne. She thought she’d probably always feel a little...
Nathaniel woke with a terrible but familiar taste in his mouth: elfroot. His head ached worse than the worst hangover he’d ever had, and he tried to think back to what he might have been drinking that would have affected him like this. He gradually became aware of the rest of his body, as he thought; his leg was sore, the ribs on one side felt bruised, and he was almost unbearably cold – and slightly damp. It was this last that convinced him to do something despite the pounding in his head;...
She giggled and turned her head, lashing him with her damp hair, and he sputtered while she laughed. When she settled back down, she tilted her head back until he could press his forehead against her skull, his breath ruffling her hair. His heart was in his throat, and he felt deliriously short of breath. “Leliana?” “Yes, Nathaniel?” He could feel the vibration caused by her voice against his forehead, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled, her scent somehow exotic despite the undertones of...
When she finally pulled away, panting, Leliana’s lips were tender and swollen from kissing, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck as he adjusted his position and wrapped both arms around her again. She was surprisingly comfortable, his strong arms cradling her against his chest and sharing his warmth. She was still cold, not that she’d paid any attention to that recently, and he shuddered as her cold nose pressed against his skin. He was an incredible kisser, she had to admit –...
He watched her sleep for hours, in the end, reluctant to wake her after everything she’d been through during the day. She slept with her mouth slightly open, her face looking younger when slack, and he’d contented himself to hold her, shifting his grip periodically to avoid cramping up – and to make sure he warmed all of her as much as he could. He hadn’t been joking when he said she’d saved his life; he’d seen what happened to people who’d been bitten by Blight wolves, and it wasn’t pretty....
The morning dawned sunny, for the first time in forever. Leliana woke, still wrapped in Nathaniel’s arms, finally starting to warm up as warm sunlight shone through the cave’s opening. She heard snoring, and realised that the handsome archer must have finally fallen asleep. She blushed when she remembered the night they’d spent, the kissing…Andraste preserve, had she actually bit him? She rolled her eyes at her own impulsive antics. She sat up carefully to look down on the nobleman,...
Now she’d managed to distract him with imagining their first time – and the second, and the third, preferably all in the same night. They’d both laughed uncomfortably, and then avoided eye contact as they’d extracted themselves from the rather intimate embrace they’d found themselves in. Getting dressed had been somewhat awkward; there was little room inside the tiny cave, so they nearly couldn’t avoid accidentally bumping into each other as they attempted to don their respective armour....
Returning to camp took less time than Leliana would have liked; they were discovered by a patrol after they’d walked only a few minutes on the trail where they’d been ambushed. King Cailan had noted that they – or really, Nathaniel – was missing and had sent out search parties at sunrise. As the patrol hadn’t realised they would find Leliana with their missing Arl, they’d only brought one spare mount, but neither archer could bring themselves to complain about sharing. As they rode,...
The whole thing had gotten completely out of hand. Nathaniel sighed and tried to object for what had to be the fiftieth time since this plan had been suggested. “It’s simply too dangerous, Leliana. I won’t allow you – or anyone else – to be hurt in my stead. This is my problem—” “And this is how you’re going to solve it, yes? You’re going to get help from others who have more specific experience in this area.” He turned to the King, hoping for some support. “Your Majesty, surely you don’t...
Leliana yawned, fighting the urge to stretch. Unlike Zevran, she’d never trained for stealth or ambush; her strengths ran to seduction and manipulation. She’d never practiced lying in wait, motionless, for a target. But there was no one else she’d trust to do this, no one with her aim – or her motivation to do the job well. So she stifled a sigh and remained still, watching over the darkened camp like a hawk. She was grateful for Anders; he’d known a spell to temporarily sharpen her vision,...
Nate’s smile fell, his hands clasping into fists at his side. “Maker take me, we had him. If I wasn’t such a blighted idiot...” Leliana turned to him, her smile sympathetic. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known—” “You did.” Nate sighed. “I’ll bet you all did. And I’ve just ruined any hope of pinning this on Esmerelle.” “He wouldn’t have talked.” The Antivan seemed completely confident in his assessment. “I know the type. Anyone willing to poison themselves to avoid capture...
She made a small, pleased sound when their tongues touched, and he swallowed her gasp as he nipped at her lips. Before she realised what had happened, she found herself sprawled across his chest, her knees on either side of his hips, as he laid back unceremoniously in the middle of the tent. They kissed for an eternity, lips sliding deliciously against each other, their breath intermingling. He was a good kisser, not too aggressive, but nicely assertive, his tongue teasing hers, his breath...
He sighed. Any other time the woman had asked him to take his clothes off, he’d have been thrilled. However, she’d made it quite clear that nothing was going to happen that night, and as he got a whiff of the alcoholic stench coming off his clothes – to both disguise the liquor he hadn’t drunk, and also hide the fact that his breath didn’t smell very strongly – he admitted she was probably wise to decline. But now he was supposed to shuck his trousers so she could inspect his bare skin –...
He was gone in the morning when she woke, but he’d left a piece of parchment with a note scrawled across it in hasty handwriting: Your route is being handled by another scout for the day. I thought you could use some rest. I hope to see you tonight. She sighed and stretched. She could admit she had been looking forward to waking up together but knew Nathaniel would be eager to report back to Cailan. It left her with a day to herself – a rare luxury – and she was determined not to waste it....
She led him through the tree the way she’d come, to another, smaller clearing just out of line of sight. She had laid everything out already – two tarps for standing on, one already wet and one dry except for a few small, damp footprints; a clean towel; soap and shampoo, the scents he favoured; a blade to use as a straight razor; and a pile of new, clean clothes that had been harder to obtain than she’d admit. She turned to face him from the edge of the tarp and held out her free hand,...
After an eternity of lavishing attention on her neck, her ears, and the delightful dip between her collar bones, he returned to her lips, gentling the kiss until he pulled away, touching his forehead to hers instead. He rolled to one side, propping himself on one elbow to look down at her, running his hand from her shoulder, down her arm, until he found her hand, loosely draped across her belly. “Lel—” Whatever he’d planned to say was interrupted by the noisy grumbling of her stomach, and...
Sneaking back to her tent was a simple matter. Nathaniel had demonstrated his abilities back in Denerim, and he’d been half-starved and weakened from weeks of torture at the time. Now only her own, considerable skills even allowed her to follow him when he disappeared into the shadows of the darkened camp. It would have been even easier, if not for the slight shaking in her hands, and the queasy sort of quaking in her stomach. It had been a long time since she’d had nerves related to going to...
He released her arms with a huff, unable to keep the serious frown on his face. Leliana had a gift – one of many, he admitted – for making him laugh, something no one had really been able to do in years. It felt good, even if it was entirely inappropriate in the middle of an intimate ... interlude. It wasn’t better that he was half-naked and more than half-hard from the sinful feeling of her hands on his skin. He’d let her take the lead at every step so far in their relationship, terrified...
She thought she would lose her mind; he’d played with her body, driving her mad with teasing licks and touches for what felt like hours, until she couldn’t take it anymore. He’d reclaimed her free hand, so she could do nothing but wriggle and pant under his talented lips and fingers. “Nathaniel, please!” she gasped, and finally – finally! – she felt his hand creeping lower, across her smooth stomach to the gap between her thighs. He paused to stroke over her mound, stirring the hairs there...
Finally buried inside her, the heat and damp of her, like a tight velvet glove, was nearly his undoing. He clenched his hands, his nails digging into his palms painfully, as he struggled to think of something – anything – else to distract him from his imminent need. And then she moved, rising up slowly and slamming back down until her skin impacted against his thighs, and he almost shouted. The woman he’d been dreaming of for months was in his lap, making love to him, and he was about to...
“Nathaniel,” she sighed, her tone embarrassingly breathy. She was overwrought, her aching muscles clenching every time she touched herself, every time he buried himself inside her; she didn’t think she could firm up her voice if her life depended on it. It was too much, but at the same time it was too good to stop – she never wanted him to stop. This was her punishment, she was sure of it. He was trying to pleasure her until she gave out. And as much as they’d both been joking about the...
She kissed him one more time, her heart feeling like it was overflowing. Things had moved so fast, but the only thing she regretted was that they’d waited so long. He was everything she had expected – methodical, deliberate, passionate – and so much more. She was anxious for the future; it was easy to say they didn’t care what others thought, and yet harder to live by – and they both had responsibilities. But she’d decided she’d cross those bridges when she came to them. The Maker had...
‘Hey, you clean up nice,’ a deep voice whispered in Kate’s ear as she felt a large, toned body sidle up against hers on the dance floor. ‘Thanks,’ she blushed, spinning around to place her arms around Brett’s broad shoulders. ‘Good job at your game today,’ she giggled into his ear before dropping her lips to nibble softly at the base of his neck. She grinned when he shuddered at her touch and released a strangled groan of pleasure. ‘You be careful,’ Brett warned her, his eyes darkening at her...
From the conversation I had early that day, one thing had became apparent. Louise didn’t want me anymore. I knew I wasn’t good enough for her but I really thought she was going to give me a chance to prove I wasn’t the man I use to be. I had grown up now and truly wanted to be with her. I felt like shit and just wanted to go to bed and forget about it. My phone begun to ring. It was my mate Justin. ‘Wanna come out tonight? Some guy at work told me about a really cool club. I think we should...
This is Arun from bangalore. I stay in one of the most popular area in bangalore called marathalli. I am a bachelor and stay alone as I am from kerala. This is a story of how I influenced my neighbor to have sex with me all day and night..Best treasures in world are always hidden.. So is the sexual pleasures in the world..Always hidden deep inside women. As far as my appearance is concerned, I am wheatish, well built as I am a gym freak. I stay in a 2 storey building and in second floor. My...
Alex I stood at the doorway watching her. I don’t like kids. I don’t dislike them either, they simply don’t exist in my day-to-day life so I don’t really think about them much. But, something about the little girl that was compelling. She was talking to a woman who was clearly her mother. They could have been twins, separated by 20 years and a few hundred dollars’ worth of tattoos. The woman was shaking her head “no” and the little girl was looking up at the acoustic guitar. Walking over, I...
Gloryhole Attachments By strangefun. WARNING: This story contains extremely graphical depictions of sexual abuse and humiliation. Part 1 - The Preparation. We are both very kinky, my wife and I. Vanilla sex does happen in our bed (and other places), but not often. Usually, it's something that smashes our buttons instead of pushing them. Or ties them up in the strictest way, plugs them with biggest toys, suspends them from the sealing, applies clamps with electrical contacts to...
Years ago, after my divorce, I did what most new divorcees do: I blamed myself the whole thing. It must have been something I did or didn't do that pushed him away. It couldn't have been the fact that he was just a lying, cheating bastard. So as a result, I went out of my way with the next man in my life do everything I could to make him happy, figuring that was the way to keep him close. This is a story about one of those attempts. Sex with my ex had been good, at least I had thought so,...
I turned 19 in the summer of 2011. I had just ended a relationship with a skank who cheated on me after couple years of being together. I didn’t care too much, why waste my time on a whore? It wasn’t long before I was back on the prowl. I didn’t want a relationship. I was finished with those for a while. I was looking for a bitch who would suck my dick – anywhere, anytime – a slut that I could have coiled around my finger. No emotion. No attachment. That’s exactly what I found in a old friend...
I turned 19 in the summer of 2011. I had just ended a relationship with a skank who cheated on me after couple years of being together. I didn’t care too much, why waste my time on a whore?It wasn’t long before I was back on the prowl. I didn’t want a relationship. I was finished with those for a while. I was looking for a bitch who would suck my dick - anywhere, anytime - a slut that I could have coiled around my finger. No emotion. No attachment.That’s exactly what I found in a old friend of...
Straight SexChapter One I write short stories for a living. It’s a modest living and it’s not likely I’ll ever be anything even approaching famous but it’s fun, profitable, I can work wherever I am and I can set my own schedule. How much better can it get than that? Well it certainly could be more profitable. My life style does not provide for high end cars, long exotic vacations or expensive toys but I have healthy savings and checking accounts and investments that I hope will provide for me by the time...
Stacy hadn't been expecting a package, and while her parents had occasionally sent letters or photos from their trip away, this would have been the first time they'd actually sent a gift. Maybe her sisters had gotten packages as well? She'd have to ask. She shook the cardboard tube gently, feeling a weight inside shift with a light thudding noise. Probably not a letter granting her extra credit for last semester. That was a shame - she really could have used the marks. It might have been...
Mind ControlOf course, I came to seeing the lid of a medtube sliding back. I sat up, buck nekkid, to a group of people standing around watching like they had never seen a medtube open before. Four of them hadn’t. Ruth and Yoo Jin were there, of course, as were several high-ranking Navy Intelligence officers, the Marine squad leader that had given me the pistol, and, most embarrassingly, Frank, Anne, and Obie Henderson, and standing behind them, wringing her hands, Consuela their housekeeper. “Uh,...
Madison extracted his limp black cock from the woman's mouth. She breathed a sigh of relief. Behind her Thorton was savoring the view of the rounded end of the large butt plug nestled between her all cheeks. He tapped it roughly with his index finger and Beatrice moaned, feeling the vibrations deep within her bowels. He gripped it between strong fingers and pulled, nudging the thicker part against the inside of her widely stretched brown ring. This illicited a husky groan from the tied...
Beatrice screamed in fear, with a pitiful, unearthly howl as the shafts suddenly began to piston, slowly, back and forth within her splayed bottom. The speed dial, which operated an electrical rheostat, was set at position one on the scale, which ranged from one to ten. Slowly, oh so menacingly slowly the huge shaft within her stretched cunt withdrew from between her clasping prominent lips, until just the pointed tip remained. Then it entered her just as slowly, as the anal probe began to...
I had just hung the phone up after talking to Jason - some young guy that I had met almost a month ago at an ABS. I had talked him into coming back to my place where I gave him his very first blowjob...and his second! We both loved it. In that phone call, I invited him back again in the near future. He said that he would be looking forward to it. I had just asked him, as a favor, to not jack off until then...about a week away. He said, "Wow, Yes! I'll try my best"...and then there was a...
"My father stole from the Andersons. I found out when I overheard them arguing about my father's plans on the night of my 17th birthday. It was late and I wasn't sleeping well because I had eaten too many sweet things. Then there was a late night summer storm and I was awakened by a loud clap of thunder. There was only a thin wall between my bedroom and my parents and I often overheard things that I wish I didn't ... you know sex things. At first I thought that was what I was hearing, I...
Cassie McCaffery nearly dropped her coffee cup when her best friend made his request. "Th-Three way?" She gasped, putting the cup down with a shaking hand. "You have got to be kidding!" Mark Benson grinned wickedly at his childhood buddy. "Cass, I thought you'd be overjoyed!" The busty redhead felt her face grow warm. "Overjoyed, he says?" She took a deep breath. "You can't be serious! Tracy is my friend too! She isn't just my roommate! She's also your fiancée! She'd hate us...
Sara, Becka and me. by Teddie S. Chapter X The Second Week Friday - Oh no! & The Rehearsal Friday Evening - The Rehearsal Dinner Well, my nails are now long and very fancy. And we're at West Point. And so far so good. Everyone is still seeing me as girl. The wedding is tomorrow. And I wonder if Linda is as nervous as I am. And about last night,...
Introduction: My wife is pregnant and I blame myself that its not my child growing in her womb From Perfect Wife to Black Cock Slut – Part 1 Chris and I had just flown back from Rome, a trip Id arranged so wed be back in the UK on 15th April, which was our 10th anniversary and Chriss 35th birthday. The plan was to dine at the same restaurant that Id proposed to her exactly 11 years previously, am I a romantic at heart? The flight landed at Stanstead so I was driving up the M1/M6 heading back...
The next morning John was awakened by the sensation of having his nipples licked. He’d licked the nipples of a few girls in his past, but it’d never been done to him. He was astonished at how good it felt. It’d been a long while since he’d gotten any sexual relief, even self-gratification, and this was affecting him far more than he would have ever imagined. He opened his eyes while trying to orient his mind to where he was, and what was happening. He finally realized the was laying on his...
Jim sat in the little club thinking. Why did Sylvie wish to speak to him after nearly nineteen years? She said when she called it was about a promise she had made to herself a long time ago. -- Older, much more mature and still attractive, she came up to the booth behind him. He stood and greeted her and when they sat down she said, "It has been a long time, Jim. I asked you to meet me here to give you some information. You know when I left that time so long ago I was falling in love with...
The Stranger Part One – The House It was a late summer night and Melody was on her way home. She had gottenoff work early, but had to stop by the store on the way home to get some flowersfor her garden. She looked at her watch; seven o'clock already, the eveningwas slipping away fast. As she turned the first corner on the street in theneighborhood she lived in, she saw the same men standing out on the street.It seemed like they were always waiting for her, making lewd gestures and tryingto...
This is a continuation of “Daddy Gets Brown Sugar” where Ashely has just watched her dad fuck Tasha the black mom from next door. The story can be found on my profile.I quickly slipped out the back door after watching my dad fuck Tasha. What I had seen was so sexy! The sight of black and white lovers tangled together was so erotic. My pussy was soaking wet and was begging for some attention. I looked up and noticed I was walking towards the neighbor’s house. Then the thought of my brother Brad...
Suggestions for Men or Women Who Want to Be a Great Cock SuckerCock sucking can be successful or not depending on the techniques used by the sucker. As a preliminary step anyone who wants to suck a cock should know where the sensitive areas are of a man's sex organ. The entire penis is sensitive to pressure and the pressure must be just so for the man to have an orgasm. Too much pressure and it will feel like your cock is being squeezed by a vise, too little and you won't even know you are...
The travel plans for Tuesday came undone before they were ever finalized. Shelly had an appointment with Dr. Young scheduled for Wednesday. Since it involved starting a new method of birth control, she didn't want to miss it. Dr. Young tried to accommodate an earlier appointment but she couldn't because of the timing with Shelly's cycle. Shelly told everyone just to go without her but that wasn't really an option. To top things off, Shelly's period started in the middle of Monday...
I left the pool disappointed.After weeks of flirting and cajoling Sara had finally agreed to meet in person. She let slip that she would be working out at the Fitness Center and if I happened to be there at the same time perhaps we could say hi. I suggested that we meet as if by chance in the pool. Neither of us had done anything like this before and I thought it a rather clever precaution for we could spend time idly chatting between laps and no observer would be the wiser. As a bonus I would...
CheatingFire sucks. I just wanted to say that from the start and get it out of the way. There's no way to describe coming home from a long day at work to see fire jetting out of your apartment windows. To make a long story short ..... electrical fire. I guess you could say I was lucky though. Not everything burned, and I was able to save about half of my clothes and a few other odds and ends. And trying to look on the bright side of things ...... I guess that's what renters insurance is for, right?My...
“Ok, your turn, you filthy thing.” Giulietta smiled... “Hell yes.” The wind and rain pounded against the old house’s windows. Inside, lust was brewing. In the guest room, two females were embraced in deviant, forsaken love. Their silhouettes showed one lying on top the bed, her chest raising and falling repeatedly after the huge orgasm she’d just received. The other was looking into her eyes excitedly. The two had just broken from a deeply sexual kiss, Adalina’s tongue snaked about...
She squeezed her fingers in a ring around the base of his cock and brushed the soft hair on his balls with her pinkie. His hips began to thrust and she felt the shaft thicken and pulse between her lips. She pulled the cock from her mouth with a wet pop and turned it away as it loosed its seed to splatter on the grass beside her. The boy grunted and Carrie smiled as he looked wide-eyed down upon her. Another kid stood next to him in the shadow thrown by the stage, shallow breaths coming from...
Incest