Friendzone To Sexzone
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Bridgette held me tight as she sobbed.
Her mother had left a few hours before, a final birthday present for our daughter as she turned sixteen. I couldn’t say I was sad to see her go, but I was sad for Bridgette.
As I held her, I stroked her dark, brunette hair and made gentle shushing noises, rocking her as I had so many times as she grew up. After a long few minutes, she pulled away and I could see her visibly change inside. Bridgette wiped away the tears and smiled up at me. “I love you daddy. Thank you for always being there for me.” Then she rose and left her bedroom where we had gone to deal with the news, back to her friends down stairs.
The next part was harder on me, I think. My wife had been wealthy by inheritance. We had been something of a Cinderella story in reverse. I worked at the local gym as a trainer and she had come in with friends. We hit it off and after a year we were married, much to the chagrin of her parents. They took years to come around, but that’s ultimately what began our decline. Once her parents were on board with me as a son-in-law, I didn’t represent rebellion against them to my wife any more. Stupid me had signed a pre-nup at her father’s insistence. I figured I had started with little so if it ended, I could always survive on little.
I never counted on Bridgette.
When Nina left, she took all the money, the house, the fancy car, everything with her. All we were left with was my old pickup and about ten thousand dollars I had saved up on my own. In the divorce, Nina had stated emphatically that she wanted nothing more to do with either of us. She’s always acted as if Bridgette had been a burden to her, but I didn’t. I loved our daughter and made sure she had all the attention a child could need, admittedly stealing some that should have gone to Nina. After Bridgette had been born, Nina demanded I get a vasectomy. She didn’t even want the child we had, much less any more.
Bridgette and I packed light. A single large suitcase apiece, a smaller case for toiletries and the like, and one extra suitcase for Bridgette’s couldn’t-leave-behind belongings. A few other things would be packed up and shipped to us, but no furniture save Bridgette’s queen-sized bed.
I was able to get my old job back and we soon had a one bedroom apartment. “I’m sorry, sweety. It’s all I can afford right now. But while I’m working, I’ll look for something better.”
Bridgette took my hands in hers. “Daddy, listen to me. I know things seem rough, but it's just stuff, okay? It doesn’t matter. I know you love me. You’ve always shown me that. I am happy.” She beamed that wonderful smile and all my fears melted away.
“Okay, but you get the bedroom. Make it yours however you want. I can sleep on the couch. I’ll just have to sneak in and use the bathroom from time to time. Okay?” The door to her room was on the far right. Coming in, the small closet was on the right and the bathroom all the way on the left side. It was a nice, large room - almost as large as the living room. My biggest concern was coming in every morning before work and waking her since I would be leaving before she woke most mornings.
Two months passed and we settled into a routine. We laughed and hung out, both of us loving geeky movies and video games. Ever comfortable around one another, the tight space only made us moreso. Especially that damned bathroom. It became too complicated to wait on each other to get done with whatever needed to be done. If I was sitting on the throne, she needed to brush her teeth or do her makeup to go out with her friends. If she was showering, and I needed to go pee, it was either avert my eyes and go or run all the way down to the office and hope it wasn’t being used by someone else. It did not help that the shower had a glass door and wall instead of a curtain.
About a week into our third month, I was taking a shower after work. After a particularly grueling session with some shitty clients, I needed to soak. Thankfully, our shower was a large, walk-in. It even had a padded seat just wide enough for one but with space on either side. The apartment used an old boiler system that was well maintained so showers could last forever and still be cheap.
I heard a clack on the sink and looked up to see Bridgette through the steam wearing only a bra and panties. She was putting on a bit of makeup. Tired and not really thinking about it, I just stared at her. Short, like her mother, Bridgette had that cute, not quite athletic build to her. Her curves were soft and rounded, especially her butt and her breasts. I mean, I had acknowledged in my mind that she was busty, but the combination and culmination of everything just hit me all at once.
I started to get hard.
Fuck! I looked away and started thinking desperately of Nina.
“Daddy,” Bridgette said, finishing up her makeup. “I’m going out with Marti and Haley. I’ll be home before eleven.”
I turned my head to look at her but kept my torso pointed away. “Uh, sure, sweety. Have fun!”
Bridgette was facing me directly and the bra and panties she wore were simple, innocent, and super cute. She preferred the wireless bras. Something about breast cancer. With a bounce and a little anime peace sign, she twirled away and was gone.
By that time I was as hard as a rock and nothing I thought about made it go down. Pissed at myself, and at Nina for putting me in this predicament, I turned the water off and dried myself off. Once I had made sure Bridgette was truly gone, I locked the apartment door and turned on the tv. I hadn’t bothered to dress and soon found an adult anime. It took about five minutes before I had made a huge mess.
Normally, my almost 9-inch cock would produce enough cum to catch and be done. But this exploded out of my hand, all over my cock, belly, and thighs as well as the floor. “Shit!” It had felt so good after months...no, years of no sex I had to come down off the high before I could clean it up.
Later that night, after Bridgette got home. Things returned to normal. We crossed paths occasionally, but never with one of us in the shower. Bridgette continued to wear loose, comfortable clothing, but I supposed that one afternoon had satisfied whatever latent incestual fantasies I had deep down.
It was a Thursday night, movie night for us together. With Halloween being the following week, Bridgette had chosen some third rate thriller that was more jump scare than gore. It had a surprisingly good mindbender at the end that sent chills up my normally calloused spine. Normally, we sat on opposite ends of the couch, but tonight, Bridgette ended up curled up next to me, clinging to me through the last third of the movie.
After it was over, we both had a laugh and she went to bed.
I woke to a terrible scream that came from the other room. In seconds, I had dashed into her room to see her sitting up and sobbing. “Sweety, what is it? Are you okay?”
Bridgette took a few deep breaths as she grew aware of her surroundings. Finally she relaxed. “Yes, daddy. It was just a nightmare. Shouldn’t have watched that movie I guess. Marti warned me.” She beamed a smile at me and laid back down.
I brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. “Okay. I’m in the next room. Get some sleep.” Then I rubbed my bleary eyes and groped my way in the dark back to the living room. For some reason, I couldn’t get back to sleep.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, maybe half an hour, when Bridgette spoke from the doorway. I fell off the couch when I jumped and she giggled. “Daddy, I can’t get to sleep. Will you come lay with me like you used to when I got scared?”
Not thinking about it too much, I nodded and followed her into the room wearing only boxers. She had a soft lamp on and I could see the outline of her body underneath a sheer, thigh-length nighty. It wasn’t enough to tell what she wore under it. I fumbled around to the other side of the bed, climbed under the covers and closed my eyes.
Bridgette rolled over to me and laid an arm over my chest. I thought she had fallen asleep and was about to doze off myself, when she spoke again, softly. “Daddy?”
“Yes, sweety?”
“The other day when I went out with Marti and Haley, did you...did you have special alone time in the living room?”
I froze, my body tense. How could she have known that?! I didn’t even know how to answer that question.
“I found a little bit of the mess you missed when you cleaned up. I guess there was a lot of cum?”
Fuck. I did not need to hear my little girl using words like ‘cum’. Slowly, I nodded. “I’m sorry you found that. I will try to be more discreet next time. Thanks for cleaning it up for me.”
“You’re welcome.” She said nothing after that and I thought she had fallen asleep. Her breathing had turned regular.
I began to drift off to sleep again, the slight hardon that had started at the word ‘cum’ was gone again.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Sweety?”
“Was it because you saw me in my underwear when you were in the shower that day?”
Stunned, I wracked my mind for a response that wouldn’t sound guilty. “No, sweety. You’re my daughter. I don’t think of you that way. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a beautiful young woman, and the guys are probably lining up to date you. But I just haven’t, you know, done anything in a long time. So I pulled up an adult anime and, er, relieved the pressure so to speak.”
She remained quiet for a bit, absorbing my words. Then patted my chest lightly, yawned, and went to sleep.
Soon, I followed.
The next morning, I missed my alarm which was in the other room. Bridgette heard it eventually and woke me. As I clawed my way back to consciousness, I realized two things. First, I had a huge morning wood, and second, Bridgette was staring at it. When she saw that I caught her, she giggled and shrugged. “I guess you really gotta go. Don’t be late!” She gave me a playful shove on the shoulder out of her bed.
I stumbled into the bathroom, peed, showered, and then made my way to the living room to get dressed. The only thought repeating in my mind was my daughter was staring at my hard on.
Halloween. I knew it was a time for adult women to dress slutty and get away with it, but teen girls had picked up on the trend as well. They wore what they could get away with. I let Bridgette talk me into letting her dress as Sailor Mars, a cute little school-girl outfit with a red theme. Marti and Hailey were going as Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Venus respectively.
I had somewhat forgotten about the previous week and went out with some buddies for a bachelor gaming event. I had a blast, but decided to head on home in case Bridgette locked herself out or something.
When I arrived, the apartment was already filled with the commotion of three teenage girls enjoying a sleepover. A scary anime, popcorn, and the three of them on the couch made me laugh.
"Hey," a shy Hailey said from the couch. It was followed by waves, a 'hello' and, "Hi, Daddy. Marti and Hailey are gonna spend the night, if that's okay? We got permission from their folks. The numbers are there on the counter if you want to call."
Turns out, I didn't need to. Marti's dad, a cheerful guy with a rich baritone and Hailey's single mom had both left messages on my phone. I just hadn't known the numbers and didn't pick up.
'Where is everyone gonna sleep?" I asked, half-joking.
"Oh, my bed's way big enough.'' And with that, they turned back to the movie. Their attention elsewhere, I took a closer glance at their evening attire. Marti and Hailey were both cheerleaders, but had adopted Bridgette immediately despite her not being on the team. Marti wore short pajama pants and a tight tank-top with no bra to hold her d-cup mocha breasts. Her frizzy hair had been let loose to bounce around all over the place. Hailey was even bustier, but she wore long pajama pants and a loose, short-sleeve top. It covered her lightly tanned skin and only teased at what lay beneath. Her golden hair was tied in a simple, loose ponytail.
Bridgette wore her typical pajama shorts and loose T.
I had a soda in the kitchen, but not long after I arrived, they shut the movie off and filed into the bedroom. I heard their giggles and shook my head. Soon I was changed for bed and lying on the couch. Instead of a movie, I fiddled with an RPG on my phone. That's how I overheard the conversation, though they kept their voices down.
"I didn't expect your nipples to be that light. They're darker than your skin, but not nearly as dark as I was expecting." That was my daughter's voice.
A shuffle of clothing. "Yeah, my dad is black, but my mom is half." The clothes rustled again. "Hailey's are the ones all the boys are talking about. Are those Es?"
"No!" Hailey objected. "They're Ds. Barely." She added at the last. The girls dissolved into laughter, then shushed each other. "Quiet, your dad will hear."
There was silence for a bit, then Bridgette spoke up. "He's probably asleep. I don't hear the tv."
The voices relaxed and grew slightly louder and more clear. "Speaking of your dad, tell us what happened!" Marti sounded half-teasing, half curious. I held my breath.
"Well, we had watched that movie you told me not to…" more giggles and 'I told you sos'. "Then after I went to sleep, I had a nightmare. I asked him to come sleep in my bed like when I was little and he did. But when he woke up, his...hard-on had made it through that little hole in the boxers in front. It was SO big!"
There were gasps and shushes and low murmuring so I didn't hear the next part. Then Marti's voice faded back to audible. "...bet my dad's is huge. You know what they say about black men." The girls collapsed into giggles and shushes again.
When they grew loud enough to hear, Hailey was speaking. "...walked in on them, his girlfriend's legs were around his face and she was sucking on his...thingy."
"Girl, it's okay to call it a dick or penis," Marti chuckled. "So, did your brother see you?"
"No, but his girlfriend did. I was in shock. They had forgotten to lock the door and so I was not expecting them to be doing...that. She looked right at me, winked, and kept right on sucking. I pulled the door closed quietly and ran."
Bridgette sounded, not mortified. She sounded eager. "What did your brother say?"
Hailey shifted. "Nothing. I don't think his girlfriend ever told him. I'm very grateful for that."
"So how big was he?" Marti seemed fascinated with size.
"It was...pretty big? I've only seen his, so I don't have anything to compare it to."
"That's it, I have to know how big my dad is now," Marti stated like she was going on some quest. The girls fell to giggles again then turned to less adult conversation about school.
I, frustratingly enough, had a raging hard on. I wasn't about to do anything about it, though, not in this small apartment with three sixteen year olds in the next room. I played my RPG till my dick went down then went to sleep.
My dreams were of a mocha-skinned cheerleader sneaking into her dad's bedroom to measure his cock. The ruler she had grabbed was just short of the whole length.
Thankfully, I woke before the girls.
Monday came and Bridgette left for school, but I decided to take the day off. I’d been feeling, I dunno, bleh, and so I took a day for myself. After breakfast, I hopped in the shower and just let the warm water wash through me. With no one home and a chance to unwind, I decided to set my phone up in the shower and watch some porn. I found a video of Alec Knight and Penny Pax pretending to be step-father and daughter and she asked him to teach her about anal sex.
My cock was hard as soon as he took his pants off and I knew where it was going. I stroked it for a long time, savoring the pleasure and building up a massive ejaculation. As the video ended, I closed my eyes and I felt it build to climax. The first shot hit the far wall with a thump and then the water with a splat. I shot another blast almost as much as the first.
“Hey, Daddy.”
I looked up. There was Bridgette, dressed for school, smiling at me with cock in hand. It was like I was a different person. I knew at that moment what Hailey’s brother’s girlfriend must have felt like when Hailey walked in on them. I stroked one last time and grunted. The stream of cum was bigger than the other two. It thudded against the fiberglass then ran down in a thick gob to the shower floor.
“I just forgot my ID. Pain in the butt to get around campus without it. Enjoy your day off!” She turned with a bounce and was gone.
How long had she been standing there, watching? My eyes were closed and I was in the moment. I had heard nothing.
That afternoon, when Bridgette got home from school, an unseasonably warm spell had hit. We both dressed for summer temperatures. I wore athletic shorts and a tank top and was already on the couch when she came home watching some random sports game on t.v. I didn’t dislike sports, but only watched them on occasion when Bridgette wasn’t home. She complained that she saw enough at school as a trainer, hanging out with the cheerleaders so preferred fantasy, anime, and the like when at home.
Bridgette plopped down on the couch in pajama shorts and a button down shirt with short sleeves. Instead of buttoning it, though, she had tied it loosely at the bottom. Sweat poured down both our faces, even with the air conditioning on. As she sat, I saw a little too much boob jiggling about because apparently bras were too hot. “Dad, can we watch something else? Basketball is kinda lame.”
“Hold up, it’s the start of the fourth quarter. I wanna see who wins.” I grinned, knowing I was just irritating her on purpose.
“Dad, we live in Virginia. There’s no way you care who wins between Arizona and Penn State.” She tried to swipe for the remote, but I had been expecting it and moved it away from her too fast. Narrowing her eyes at the challenge, she reached for it again. We played a game of cat and mouse, laughing the whole time. Bridgette almost won her prize when she started tickling me, but I endured, lifting the remote above and behind my head.
I was turned with one leg up on the couch by then. Out of reflex, or focused on the hunt, she jumped on my waist and reached over me to grab the remote. That’s when her boobs hung out of the shirt and just rubbed all over my face. I could smell her sweat, her flesh and had to close my eyes just to focus on the sensation. It lasted just a few seconds. However, I was distracted enough that I forgot to move the remote again and she grabbed it. With a triumphant squeal, she plopped back down on the other side of the couch, her boobs safely contained once more in her shirt. She switched to a superhero movie and gave me a quick “ha!” of triumph, completely unaware of what had happened.
Turns out, the hot weather was prelude to a massive cold front. Furthermore, we had been so hot because the central heating and cooling unit in the apartment had gone completely out. By the time I reported it, though, there was ten inches of snow on the ground and no way to get to our apartment immediately. School was cancelled for a few days and we survived by bundling up, snuggling on the couch, and eating too much pizza. Night was a whole other challenge.
Our couch was comfortable. I’d been sleeping well on it for months. In the frigid air, though, the cracks in the sofa pillows allowed cold underneath and I couldn’t quite tuck the blanket around me. I was miserable. Thankfully I wouldn’t have to go to work tomorrow.
“D-dad-d-ddy. I’m c-cold.” Bridgette’s voice was soft and pitiful from the other room.
“I’m coming.” I didn’t even ask. I just brought my pillow and blanket, wrapped the blanket over us as I wriggled up under hers and wrapped my arms around her. In moments, we had both stopped shivering and gone to sleep. Cold had that effect on us both it seemed. It was warm and comfortable and I was exhausted. With my arm wrapped around her waist, I had slept soundly.
That morning, my cock was pressing through my warmups against her ass which was backed right up against me. Worse, my hand was around her left breast. I removed it immediately and scooted back. Bridgette stirred, but remained asleep. Thankfully! Teeth chattering, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. It was then that I thanked whatever powers there were that the boiler was still working. I stayed in the hot shower, refusing to leave. I was a coward to face that cold, but I didn’t care. I just sat on the padded chair and let the hot water protect me from all harm.
Bridgette came in then, shivering, her teeth chattering like a squirrel on a favorite nut. “D-dad-dy. C-can I...c-can I come in there, too? It’s so cold out here.” She rubbed her hands up and down her arms trying to warm herself. It did not appear to be working.
“Uh, yeah, sweetheart. I’ll just stay here on the seat and keep my eyes closed. Come on in and take as long as you like. I might stay in here until summer.”
She laughed and started to disrobe.
I closed my eyes as fast as I could manage, but it was as if some force worked against them. Right before I saw nipple, I was finally able to look away. Bridgette didn’t seem to notice anything but the cold and quickly opened the door to the shower. A blast of air hit me so cold I thought I’d have shrinkage problems for the rest of my life. However, she closed it quickly and moaned in pleasure under the water.
I squeezed my eyes shut harder than I ever had before. This is not happening. This is not happening. Thankfully, Bridgette focused on the hot water, letting it cascade over her young body. I could hear her moving about, turning under the wide spray to make sure everything thawed. I know she’s seen things. She has to have feltTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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Archbaroness was in the Megatropolis Amazons’ meeting room standing proudly before the floor to ceiling window and looking down upon Megatropolis. The team’s base of operations, Freedom Tower, was one of many buildings that composed Megatropolis’ world famous skyline. Her view here in the meeting room, close to the very top of the building, was a sight to behold. Of course, Archbaroness was herself as awe inspiring as the view. She was equally known for her astounding beauty as her long...
Yes, I remember Honeyfold; the country station where I once sunbathed; the air heavy with the scents of blossom, field and farm, spiced with the lingering tang of the slow steam train I’d just missed. But I was content to bask in my summer dress for two hours till the next slow train. It was a God-given opportunity for a musician with thoughts enough to fill her mind.The music in my head resonated with the external world; sultry, languorous and somnolent. I closed my eyes and imagined the sun...
MasturbationThe stranger woke at dawn with the thrill of the hunt already upon him, fierce and untamed, imposing on his newborn consciousness a wild hunger. Uncoiling from the sheets with lithe, serpentine precision, the man rose solemnly, to dress in the wan half-light of early morning. As the sun ascended, slow and steady in the clouded sky, he dressed and preened before the dusty glass of an old mirror, regarding the reflection therein with a keen and meticulous interest. He was clothed in an...
Betsy stepped out of her shoes, let her purse fall to the floor right next to the door, and walked over to the couch as if someone had turned up the gravity in her house. She flopped down onto the cushions with a whoosh of breath, and quietly resolved to herself that she wouldn’t even think about moving for at least a few minutes. Even something as simple as finding the remote could wait–all her shows were Tivoed anyway, which was a good thing considering it was seven o’clock and she’d just now...
You slide out of your jeans, revealing that you didn't wear any panties. I try to pay as much attention to the road as I can but it is becoming very difficult. I adjust the rear view mirror so it is aimed at you. I watch as you rub the vibrator all over your thighs, your mound and up over your stomach. Finally you settle in rubbing the vibrator over your clit and inside your vagina. You rub the vibrator over your pussy as you massage your breasts and pinch your nipples. Knowing that...
“God, I still miss my shower at home. You’d think this shit would be fixed by now…” He sighed, squeezing some shower gel into a face cloth and washing all around. He rinsed out his washcloth after letting the soap run off his body, squirting a fresh mound of soap into his hand. He massages the soap into his hair, humming quietly as he does so. As he was washing, he heard nails clicking against the tile and a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah, you’re so funny, Chris. The fact that you come peek at...
Those of you that have read my other stories know that my sister and I were raped by my father a few months after our mother died, due to his drinking and loneliness. In other words, he was a horny drunk. What follows is a fantasy of mine that I wish had of happened in those years. About a year after my father started raping my sister and I, my mother’s sister came to visit. My sister, Trish and I were very happy to see her. We had just about been cut off from the outside world since mom...
A story of rape and murder. I am a school teacher from a small town. I am black and lucky to have this job. As I am in the spot light, a young transplanted black girl, I must be on my best behavior at all times. I am a lesbian, but I cant let anyone in the community know this. I am 24 years old and I’m getting very horny with no steady girlfriend. I visit many chat rooms on line in hopes of meeting my heart throb, with other lesbians, but all I do is talk. There are many FaceBook groups of...
I was depressed about it, but at 5’6” and 140 pounds with glasses, I was hardly the sort to impress the women. There were a few who would hang out with me, at least casually, but again, nothing serious. I reached the point where I almost didn’t even expect anything. Why should I? I had been through my optimist stage, and got shot down more times than I could count. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t the slickest guy possible. I was more likely to step on my own dick than to impress one of the women,...
“Is something wrong?” Comes the deep, throaty voice of his companion. That voice alone was enough to rumble deep beneath his heart and stir in his stomach. “No.” Xavier responds, despite himself. He only wanted to get back to sleep. Stanley being awake all night fussing would interrupt that for sure. “Okay.” He can barely see through the weak flames, when his friend turns to lay back on his own bedding. Stanley's was made of an old bear hide, if he remembered correctly. Xavier decides in...
The darkness echoed with the screams of pain and pleasure. Every nerve in his body screamed in agony. Slowly he came awake to a world of purple light and smoke. What had happened? Where was he? Who was he? Slowly his mind adjusted to his new surroundings. How had he come to be here? Lost, confused and dazed he tried to move but his body was sluggish and refused to move. He closed his eyes and tried to relax but his mind would not stop reeling. Flashes of images came and went. A room...
It was a Friday night like any other. Myka was going out with a couple of friends to her favourite club in town. Like every Friday she has gone out looking for a date. But every week she has gone home alone. Myka considered herself to be just an average woman. Size 10 with B cup breasts. Her hips were small but shapely showing off what she thought to be her greatest asset her ass. Though small her breasts were round and firm. Her areolar were small dark circles the size of a two pound...
Fiona read the short letter a second time.Happy eighteenth birthday, Fionella! it began. We hope you will accept the enclosed gift on behalf of our company, as a mark of our respect and appreciation for your work. This gift is provided free and without obligation. We are also of course pleased to grant you permission to feature it in a future edition of your video blog or any associated media. Yours sincerely, Anja Johanssohn (Ms), LolaTM Personal Massagers Inc.The Personal Massager in question...
TeenSomewhere in the South of England in the summer of 1911. She looked at me across the Officer's Mess with complete disdain, as if I was something she had trodden in, as was her right as the daughter of the Colonel of the 2nd (Home Service) Battallion the North Dorsetshires while I was a mere sergeant She wasn't an exceptional beauty, or even voluptuous., She just had that air of haughtiness that made me want to push her against a tree rip her things off and show her exactly what I...
Wilma had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing a short, sheer robe that barely covered her body and left absolutely nothing to the imagination, her 38C breasts and red haired pussy were very, very visible. This was one of the best parts of having the place to herself; she could indulge her nudist tendencies. Wilma Flintstone loved sex. She was a very sexual creature and having Fred away for the past week had left her horny. Whenever Fred would go away on a bowling trip with Barney...
“So near yet so far” thought Kelly as she managed to find enough room in her carrier to squeeze in her favourite music CDs. “Will he even let me play them” she pondered, as her worry grew with the departure time now imminent. “I hardly know my Uncle James for Gods sake; only that he always buys me expensive; but educational Birthday and Christmas presents. He seems such an authoritarian figure; like a head school teacher. Plus the fact we always have to clean up; so the place is spotless...
They were both wearing shades, but only one of them looked cool. Bayonetta handled the wheel with one hand, seemingly bored as the engine roared and the car tried to keep up with the demands of her lead foot. It was probably a mild day back in the city, but in the middle of nowhere there were few places to hide from the sun's blistering rays. Despite the harsh climate, there wasn't a hair out of place or a bead of sweat to be seen on the gorgeous Witchinatrix. Her black, leather and latex...
Here are the first three chapters of the story, please note there isn’t much sexual shenanigans going on yet — this is more setting the background and the character. Please leave any (constructive!) criticism! — Chapter 1 Mr Thomas Lefone surveyed the assembly room with a familiar disappointment curling in the pit of his stomach. The same preened gentlemen, powdered ladies and flirtatious girls spread before him throughout the great hall, the same as he had seen at every ball this season,...
Introduction: Myka tries to sate her thirst, is he enough Hedone It was a Friday night like any other. Myka was going out with a couple of friends to her favourite club in town. Like every Friday she has gone out looking for a date. But every week she has gone home alone. Myka considered herself to be just an average woman. Size 10 with B cup breasts. Her hips were small but shapely showing off what she thought to be her greatest asset her ass. Though small her breasts were round and firm....
The pain was almost more than she could stand, but Anya kept going. Her mind was locked on one thing, the relief she would find when she slid into the pond with its cool water. There were willow trees that hung close to the pond, from them she would gather bark and have Sonya brew it into a tea for her. It would help with the pain. She would have to keep moving though, if she wanted to avoid the stiffness that would have her walking like an old woman. Concentrating upon putting one foot in...
The cool Autumn air flowing through the open door disturbed the dusty webs of long dead spiders as we pushed the heavy wooden door inward. Only the whisper of the breeze, our breath, and the screech of the door’s rusty hinges competed with the sound of my pounding heart as I stepped through the threshold into the house’s foyer. It was evident that Madison and I were the first visitors in quite some time, that the house’s reputation for evil had kept people away for a long, long time. I stepped...
San Diego ‘Hello?’ Jack answered his phone without checking who it was. ‘Monsieur Jacques, bonjour!’ Jack furrowed his brow, lowered his phone and took a quick look at the area code. 702… Las Vegas. Bridgette, he realized. ‘Jacques? Have I reached monsieur Jacques?’ Bridgette asked in a ridiculously over-the-top French accent. Jack laughed and asked, ‘What’s with the accent, Mignonette?’ ‘Does it sound good? I’ve been practicing. The guests love it!’ ‘It sounds pretty fucking...
Having read the last of the three books that took the world by surprise, Antronella gets up to make herself some tea, before heading to bed. The stories were great and the sex even better. Some of the things in the books were ridiculous and unbelievable, and some things were just too unreal. Before falling asleep, one thing comes to mind. I need someone new in my life, she thinks. These one-night stands and a whole lot of friends haven’t been doing it for her. She sets her mind on finding...
Nonentity Tendrils of flames engulfed everything. Smoke blurred my vision and stung my eyes. I had no choice but to jump out of the window. The pain from my landing caused me to knock out. I woke in a hospital bed hearing all sorts of beeps and seeing awkward tubes everywhere. I found my best friend, Ryan, sleeping with his head down on the side of the bed. I wanted to wake him up and ask him why I was here, but i looked around.There were flowers and get-well cards along the windowsill. They...
Nervously, she looks around the small, locked room …. cinderblock walls painted a horrible green and furnished with only a scarred wooden table and two heavy wooden chairs. Behind her, the heavy metal door opens with a mighty creak and in strides a man, huge by anyone’s standards, her Interrogator. She keeps her dark eyes lowered, knowing he’ll see the fear in them if she looks at him. He asks her, in a soft but cold voice, ‘You know why you’re in here, now don’t you want to tell me all about...
Granger! Oh shit, oh shit not again, I ran down the hallway to the office at the end and open the door carefully and running to the front of the desk and kneeling in front with my head bowed down. Must we go over the same rules, every time, why cant you fucking be on time! he sat back in his chair and sighed, rubbing the bridge on his nose. Get over here I stood up and walked over, and stood in front of him waiting for further instructions. Bend over the desk, and arms behind your back I moved...
You are so lovely……Standing in the water before the ocean in fading daylight. Backlit by sunset – silhouetted yet shining; wrapped in shadow, but radiant. A powerful figure. You are delirium incarnate. You are a tangible, animate hallucination of subconscious desire. The appeal of you is elusive, but at the same time quite obvious. The thought of you, the substance of you, everything is fascinating.Yours is an unearthly beauty unbecoming a mundane human. Your draw is like siren’s song –...
OutdoorI drive to the GPS coordinates in my phone, a secluded, wooded area. Grabbing the tote bag my Master had given me, I follow a barely visible path through the trees and brush to a small clearing, barely twenty feet across. I drop my bag in front of an oak tree and retrieve the rope I'd been told to bring. I tie one end securely around my left wrist and kneel with my back against the tree trunk, wiggling my wide-spread knees to each side until the bark caresses my spine through my thin summer...
BDSM"Oh!" chuckles the Innkeeper as you push open the door. "I can tell you have some new stories tonight!" What started as a joke by Blizzard's Team 5 turned out to be a punchline nobody saw coming. The world of Hearthstone spawned an entire universe unto itself, uniting players who enjoyed the lore and history behind its MMO predecessor, and those who became hopelessly addicted to a free-to-play card game that didn't take itself too seriously. It was really only a matter of time before Rule 34...
(Salut, ceci est une histoire que j'écris avec l'aide d'un ami donc les délais peuvent être assez long entre deux chapitres (même si bon, les délais sont déjà pas mal long pour l'histoire que j'écris toute seule). J'espère que vous apprécierez l'histoire. Sur ce, bonne lecture !) Début du XVIIIème Siècle-Une femme se réveille sur une plage de sable doré. Elle mesure 1m75, elle porte un long manteau de coton rouges avec des broderies dorée, un pantalon de cuir et un haut transparent à cause de...
You are Jake Grant. You have 2 sisters: Sarah and Kaylie. Both are older than you, 24 and 28, respectively. You have one father, Tom, 53, and your mother Jina is 54. You're 19 and in college for your first year. Its late November, Saturday night. You've chosen poorly in staying at school this weekend, as all of your friends left, and now you're busy trawling porn sites to pass the time. You have your email open, and suddenly a message arrives from your mother, Jina. The subject line...
IncestSymone has brown eyes, shorter brown hair, and she is very petite. She doesn’t really have tits, and had a cute ass. She is around 5’2″, mid 20s, and is very cute. She used to work with me a couple years ago. We used to flirt a bit back then, but it never went anywhere.I recently changed insurance companies and went in to get new coverage documents printed out. That’s when I saw Symone behind the front desk. It was like no time had passed when we saw each other. She jumped out of her seat to...
I’ve always had a passion for ladies tights since the mid 1960’s when they became popular with the introduction of the mini skirt. I used to be embarrassed buying ladies tights as the village I lived in only had a few shops and most of the ladies serving knew me. Most Saturday afternoons I would venture to my nearest town, Glasgow, to buy my ladies tights for my weekend pleasure. By the early 1970’s I had a girlfriend who wore tights and on my request stockings and a Suspender belt. She worked...
I don't think she knows quite how much of a thrill it gives me, hearing her describe to me how she's going to tell everybody how worthless I am, how little gratitude I give her, how unworthy of her presence I am and how gracious she is to bother treating me like shit when she could just as easily ignore my every word and I'd still give her every penny. The harsh yet swiftly confident bite of her voice was a sign that she meant every word; you can't fake such sincerity. I adore her punishments,...
BDSM“You’re a fucking asshole!” she screams at me, her voice peppered with venom. I sternly stare at her, wait a moment and calmly reply, “I’m the asshole?” She drops her head and her eyes stare blankly at the floor. Her shoulders slump forward and she nervously fidgets with her fingers. She knows to remain silent and wait for me to finish what I have to say to her. I calmly continue, “You go out and fuck some wannabe badass, douchebag. And I’m the asshole?” She lifts her head ever so slightly,...
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