Alternate Sex Culture
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It was a crisp autumn afternoon. The leaves falling from the trees planted between blocks of cement had finally fallen, and made a crunching sound beneath the soles of her black shoes. The sky had a darkening tone to it; grey clouds were billowing in the sky, speaking of rain. She had just made it up under the arch of the museum as the droplets began to splash upon the earth. The museum added a chill to her flesh, the air conditioning drafting overhead. She had already covered up to the third corridor since her arrival to this new city. Her aunt thought the culture would do her some good, when in reality the culture was the only thing allowing her the chance to feel at home, to feel like she had some friends. At eighteen, her friends were not of flesh and blood, but of pastels and water colors.
She seated herself before her favorite Van Gogh, as she always did upon her arrival here. Except today, her usual bench was not empty. A man sat here, crouched over as he sat, his elbows on his knees, his chin resting in his palms. He seemed bored in this position, but as she drew near, the look of contemplation in his eyes became evident. He had long golden locks that laid wispily about his shoulders, a plain white t-shirt, and jeans with wore out tears in the knees. He was what anyone from her side of town would consider trash, but the way he looked at the picture drew in her attention. She sat down beside him on the cold marble bench, and he did not move over to allow her more space. He remained in his position undisturbed. She drew out a notebook, and opened up to a blank page, beginning to write in her journal. She wrote mostly about the art that she saw, and the people around her. Today was no different, in that she chose to write about the way he looked at the painting. It was from this angle she noticed his eyes were a jaded shade of green. His flesh was tanned, and his shirt exposed the muscular build of his arms that would suggest hard labor, at least implied that with the dust on his torn jeans. He was handsome regardless of how he looked to the women at the desk who sort of turned their nose up at him.
“I can feel your eyes on me. Why is that?” His voice came deep, he was grown, and of age in his mid-twenties no doughtily.
She blushed at the fact that she had been caught, and then shrugged.
“There is a reason in everything you do.” He drew a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and flipped open the top of the box.
She stared at the box, and the precious painting, “You are not suppose to smoke in here.”
“Do you work here?” He looked at her with distaste.
“No, but I enjoy these paintings, and I want others to be able to in the years to come.” She sat up more confidently, smoothed her skirt over her legs as she crossed them.
“I see. Then I guess we have a predicament.”
“How so?” She raised a brow at him.
“I want to smoke, and you do not want me to.” He smirked, flipping the box shut, “But I will submit to your request, seeing as those ninnies behind that desk would get after me as well.” He settled the box back into his pocket, and offered his hand, “I am Gabriel.”
Her hand slid into his, and took it firmly, shaking, “Miaka, but please, just call me Mia.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mia.” He drew his hand away slowly, his eyes still holding hers captive.
“The pleasure is mine.” She smiled softly, before looking down at the pages she had written.
“What are you writing about?” He stared at the painting as he spoke.
She blushed, but answered truthfully.
“What about me?” He asked with a smirk drawing at the corners of his lips.
“What you look like and how you seem to be studying this painting.” She closed the book in her lap, and let it fall into her pack, before standing up. She slung her pack over her shoulder, and glanced at her watch. She would be expected home within the hour.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, but I must go.” She turned and made her way to the doors. She started down the stairs, and stopped, reaching for her pack as the rain began to drench her. Gabriel passed by her, the rain soaking his t-shirt enough to see the outlines of the flesh beneath. “Are you walking in this weather?”
I nodded, “I just live a few blocks and the exercise is good for me.”
“Not in this weather. Come on.” He moved down to the curb, hailing a cab. It only took a moment before one merged to the edge of the sidewalk, and he opened the door. She held her lower lip between her teeth, considering the consequences as she had been taught in her younger years. He might rape her, kill her… But no, this was a cab, with a driver, it was safe… And dry. She climbed into the cab, and he followed in after her. He spoke an address to the driver. “That is not my apartment.”
“I know.” He looked down at her for some sort of objection, and as she went to give one, her lips pressed together. She was curious about him. It took a few moments, and a few more turns before they reached the south side of town. The cab drew off in front of an old brick building that looked like it had been there since the 1920’s, and unkempt in the years since. He opened the door, and slid out before waiting for her to follow his lead. She followed him through the rain and into the “lobby” of his apartment building. There was no security man at a desk; there was no elevator, no carpets. The floor had scuff marks on it, and as her eyes traveled up over the walls, she noticed the paint was chipped. The stairway was worse; the railing needed to be sanded, and there were cracks in the steps. He made note of certain places she should be careful of her step. Finally, they came to a door, and he opened it, pushing the door open, and passing through first. He switched on a light, and moved into the room, kicking off his shoes, and setting his keys on the table. She moved into the room cautiously, as if it might bite her at any moment. It was a little studio, the only separate rooms being the bathroom and kitchen. His bed was a disarray of sheets and pillows, looking of endless nights of lost sleep. He looked at her, and drew near, brushing a lock of her black hair from her face, and tucking it behind her ear. She looked up at him nervously, and his eyes gave a strange look into hers. “How old are you?” She asked, swallowing a bit hard.
“Twenty-five.” He looked into her eyes, as if waiting for her to push away and leave, but she stayed.
“I am eighteen.” She looked up at him, as if waiting for the same reaction. But he stayed.
“So what?” He pressed her back against the wall beside his door. One of his hands rested beside her head against the wall, placing her in an inescapable position between his arm and the corner the wall and door made. His free hand slid down her side, and to her thigh, working up the plaid of her skirt, and sliding two fingers against her lace-covered slit. As he felt her wetness, she heard a moan rise from his throat, as a whimper arose from her own. He bunched her panties into his fist, and pulled them down about her knees, as two fingers moved up, and slipped between the folds of wet flesh, into the depths of her pussy. “You’re so tight…”
She held her lower lip between her teeth, trembling as he touched her. Her face flustering as she moaned softly against his shoulder, “I have never felt this before…” She whispered softly.
“Never felt it like this, or at all?” He drew his head back, and looked into her eyes.
She looked up at him unsuringly, as his fingers paused. She thought he might pull away, “Never at all.”
This confession only seemed to excite him more. He drew her tightly against him, and took her hand, pressing it to his pants, “See what you did to me?” He said it as if it were a scolding, and took her to his bed. He laid her back, and he pulled down her panties completely as he knelt before her. His hands slid between her closed thighs, and parted them for his enjoyment. His eyes wandered up her skirt, and her face turned red as his mouth found her. His hands pushed up her skirt, and cries of pleasure escaped her lips, as she squirmed, unsure of what to do with her hands, unsure of what to do with her. Were her cries as inexperienced as her body? What did she sound like to him? More importantly, what did she taste like? Did he prefer shaved women as apposed to her trimmed pussy? She trembled at his mouth, and squirmed as his fingers joined his tongue, helping along inside of her. It was not long before she felt a wave of heat come over her body, her body trembling wildly, as she could not grip the bedding enough to gain control over the pleasure. He raised his head as the pleasure subsided, and she looked up at him, questioning what had just happened. What was the tremor between her thighs that rose throughout her body causing her to arch like that? Was it the climax she had read of in those trashy romance novels they passed around secretly in the school? He did not give her much time to recover, before sliding up on the bed, between her legs, and lifting her shirt up over her head. He pulled her bra down under her breasts, and lowered his head, licking and flicking his tongue against her nipples, nibbling and sucking at them. She moaned softly, her hands slowly, unsuringly moving up through his hair, and stroking the back of his neck.
He reached down lifting her skirt, and then undressed before her. He took her hand, placing it on his cock. It was not hard like wood, as they described it in a book, but the flesh was tight, and a soft yet hard firmness. He was large, and she wondered how that fit between her legs. He laid her back, without asking if she was sure or not, and parted her thighs. She looked around scared, unsure of what she was doing, and he took her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. She swallowed hard as he placed the tip of his length at her opening, before pushing slowly into her. The pain overwhelmed her at first, so much that a cry forced its way from her mouth, and it intensified for another moment as she felt flesh break. He rested deep within her for a moment, not moving, letting her adjust. He kissed her forehead, the first and only sign of tenderness. He drew back, and moved in her again, the pain forcing its self through her body once again. She cried out, digging her nails into the flesh of his back, as if hurting him for hurting her. He moved slowly, but with force, whispering to her how tight she was, and how she was pleasuring him. He began moving faster, and the pain began to subside. His mouth moved over her body, and he moved her into various positions that he liked. He bent her over his bed and took her from behind; he made her sit on top of him as he played with her tits; he made her get on her knees as he took her mouth. Finally, he was resting between her thighs again. She laid upon her back, her arms wrapped around him, letting him lead her into the world of sex. He never kissed her, or held her close, and when she went to draw him in, he only drew away.
He drew her legs over his shoulders, and began to fuck her from a vertical angle. She felt the pleasure of heat she had felt before mount again between her legs. She trembled wildly beneath him, as he continued to take her from that angle. And as she settled from her orgasm, a wet heat filled between her legs as he shuddered with a groan. He continued thrusting as this heat filled between her thighs, and then he drew out, putting his cock at her mouth, commanding her to clean their sex off of his cock. And as the moment subsided, he did not hold her, or cuddle her in any way. He did not kiss her, or help her dress as she stumbled for her clothes. He simply put on his pants, and went into the kitchen. She dressed, and winced as she walked. It hurt, yet felt good at the same time. She looked at the kitchen, and moved to him, trying to kiss him in someway, but he only pushed her away, and handed her a little money for a cab. “You need to go home.” He walked her to the door, and kissed her forehead once again, before letting her out. He shut the door in her face, and she looked at the door with a sigh of sadness, before moving down the stairs, and back to reality.
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Wendy: 4:40 PM “Okay, Okay, hold your damned horses,” Wendy yelled at the door. After ringing constantly for half a minute the door buzzer finally relented. Fresh out of the shower and dripping water all over her apartment, Wendy checked the time as she ran for the door. Andy was twenty minutes early. Wendy jabbed the intercom button, “that better not be you, Andy.” Jerking her finger off the button, she added, “because I’m getting tired of your fuck ups.” “It’s me, can I come up?” “Alex?”...
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Fantasy“Well, was I right about Halloween being fun?” Alex asked Kevin.“Yeah, I’m... I’m kind of blown away. I’ll never look at Cynthia the same way again.”Alex looked askance at Kevin. “No questions about my behavior?”“Well, how do you feel about it?”“I was worried, but my disguise worked, so I reveled in it. Looking back? No regrets,” she said, then gazed searchingly in Kevin’s eyes. “How about you?”“Me?”“My story, does it change the way you look at me?” Alex blushed shyly. Kevin shook his head....
IncestMODERN MARRIAGE – IMPREGNATION RESORT Part ONEGETTING THEREFlying to Jamaica was extremely pleasant. It was exhilarating to see the Island’s green lush and practically skimming the waves of Montego Bay, just before the wheels touched down. As we disembarked, my hubby took my hand and held it lovey-dovey like. This small gesture made me warm, wet and my nipples got hard under my thin, light weight chiffon halter dress reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe’s white number.The weather was unbelievable....
MODERN MARRIAGE – IMPREGNATION RESORT - 4THE PARTYMy knees were a little wobbly as I was gaining my balance I saw that we were surrounded by a group of sexy people. The lights in the room changed and I noticed that the dance floor was empty and in it center was a well-padded breeding bench with a light shining down upon it. The bench itself was raised just high enough that a man could stand and fucked his woman.I was not ashamed and in my soul I wanted more orgasms. Looking at the people who...
MODERN MARRIAGE – IMPREGNATION RESORT -3THE CLUBI noticed that the doctor was no longer in the room. Janeda took out a little dildo like plug and put it in me. I guess it was to stop my man’s seed from dripping out of my womanhood. Janeda kept me in my breeding position for twenty or thirty minutes and making sure that my pelvis was elevated. I guess it was to make sure that Montague’s sperm would have the time to do their ‘duty’. Then she undid the straps and helped me off the table. “My knees...
MODERN MARRIAGE – IMPREGNATION RESORT -2MANDATORY BREEDINGThrough all of this I inadvertently was touching myself. Then with the most of tactfulness, Janeda guided us through many naked bodies to our room.Our suite was a spacious one. Through the French double doors we could see the distinct blue of the Caribbean. The center of the room was occupied by an enormous four post bed. To the side was an OB/GYN pelvic examination table with calf and ankle stirrup supports as to keep woman’s legs...
Later that afternoon, as they ate a late lunch, Sam told Sally that when her husband called earlier he said that he had called a friend at the roads commission. He had arranged for a truck with a snow thrower to dig them out tomorrow.It was obvious from Sally's reaction that she wasn't delighted with the news. In fact, Sam was not overly delighted by the news either. However, she also knew that she had to get back home. While the last several days had probably been the most exciting time Sam...
The two women were mostly silent and avoided eye contact as they ate an early dinner. They were both feeling a little guilty and embarrassed. However, Sally was also elated. What had happened was beyond her wildest dreams. Now she knew that Sam wasn't totally opposed to a little contact with another woman. It was also quite thrilling to know that she could turn on the older woman.When Sam finally spoke, it almost startled Sally. "Well, since I'm not going to get home for a few days, I need to...
Samantha Edwards rushed from her car to the administrative building as the rain poured from the sky. She held her briefcase over her head with one hand in a useless attempt to keep her hair dry, as she struggled to hold books and papers in the other. It was another damp, cold, and dreary day in the northeast. The kind of day you would expect in mid-November in this section of the world. However, Samantha was a southern girl, used to sunny skies and warmer climates.The click of her high heels on...
Wanna be a ‘Modern Cuckold Bull’Here is a simple guide to achieving this quickly and safely. This guide gives a list of rules to be memorized and followed. The reasons for each rule will be explained in detail as to why they are so important. Then psychological reasons will be offered for each step you will take.So are you the type of person that throws away the instructions when assembly is required? If so, this is not for you. But if you are wanting to assemble a harem with perfect wives,...
Kevin lay semi-spooned over Alex as she finished her story.“Unfair!” he exclaimed with mock outrage. “You can’t just drop a bomb like Clayton plowing your mom, and then stop. Keep going, you bitch.”“Now be nice,” Alex admonished.Kevin popped up to get water for them. He filled two glasses then carried them into the bedroom, handing Alex hers. “You recovered pretty fast from... all the ick,” he said. “Do you suppose running Phil off gave you an advantage.”Alex sat back against the headboard feet...
IncestHello readers, this story is about my mom Rakhi who is 42 years old and has a figure of 36-24-36. She is a modern Indian housewife. Unlike other milfs, my mother’s house clothes are t-shirt and lower or shorts. When she has to go out, she either wears jeans and top or a hot sexy steamy western dress. This episode is about the time when I saw my mom having sex for the first time! When I was young, I used to hear moaning voices at night. I got to know that they were having sex. My dad was nailing...
IncestHi readers, my name is Rohit Shetty. I am from Mumbai and I am an engineering student. My family consists of 3 members, me, my mom and my father. My father’s name is Raj Kumar Shetty. He works for a garment company. My mom is Maya Shetty. She is 34 years old housewife. We live in a flat in Mumbai. Now coming to the story, it is about my mom. My mom is a very modern type lady. She makes friends with everyone easily. She is very fair and has a well-maintained body. She looks like a sex bomb in...
Hey, this is Sameer. You can contact me at or you can contact me on FB through the same id. I assure your secrecy and privacy. I am a nice human being with a great heart. This happens in September 2017. I moved to a new place It was my holiday. I was getting bored at home and I didn’t know anyone there. So I made a cup of coffee and came to the balcony. Balconies of all houses are adjacent to one after one. I saw a woman in mid-thirties standing on another balcony. We exchanged a glimpse with...
She said Tom and she wants to go at roof.. They gone.. I followed them and they cant see me cause of dark.. Mom and Tom arrived at roof and mom kissing him like wild Tom pressing hard like crazy her “38dd butt” for 15min very hard.. (Now I got How is that possible to make 38dd with gym only in few months) Buy water tank pipe I go to over the water tank, Tom sucking boobs mom over that ‘printed blouse’.. Mom jerking his cock like a machine and started suck for 10min. Tom open a condom put that...
IncestThe Elbow Trick - A modern day fairy tale for the new millennia By Caleb Jones Jack and Francine were sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g! They were in their favorite spot, inside the tree house her older brother had built when he was a little boy. They had been kissing since the fifth grade and they had just graduated the seventh. For all of those three years only the two of them knew they were boyfriend and girlfriend, and not just the good friends everyone else assumed they...