Girlfriend Possession Stories

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A Hunter Watches Ch. 03

by Twisted_Mistress on Sep 12, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Sheila has caught the eye of the hunter in the woods. The hunter helps Sheila accept the depth of her desires. He carried her over his shoulder with little effort. Tracing the trail back to his home in the cave behind the waterfall. It was from there that he had seen her for the first time. She had stood like a vision under waterfall he could easily have...

On the Deck of the Ferry

by archilochus on Oct 15, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

This happened to me on a Greek ferry traveling between two islands a few years ago. I was with my girlfriend, Val. It was afternoon, and we were catching a nap on the side deck of the ferry, up towards the bow, in a kind of cul-de-sac. We were both lying on our backs, side by side, on our bedrolls. I was wearing only my silk running shorts (and a pair of Mar...

Early Morning Penetration

by naughtysexmouse on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I woke up in bed and gradually came round as the sun filtered through the blinds. I was curled up in the arms of my boyfriend, Will, whose head was nestled on my shoulder as he spooned me. From the sound of his breathing Will was still asleep but I couldn't get comfortable again without disturbing him. Since we had been sharing a single bed all night in Will...

A Job Too Far

by JamesMiehoff on Jun 5, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. ------------------ This was supposed to be an entry into the 2019 Geek Fest Event. Real life intervened and, well, here we are. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The protagonist in this story is a member...

Where Am I Ch. 01

by MaryPettle on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Chapter 1 - Andrew's POV The room is dark and I can't see. My head is foggy and I can't think straight. It's cold, very cold. I try to recall how I got here but I can't remember. I recall having drinks, laughing, being an ass and then, nothing. I'm lying on the cold hard floor; I think that I'm naked. Where the fuck are my clothes? Where the hell am I? I tr...

Never Too Many, Never Too Much

by JuanSeiszFitzHall on Oct 8, 2019
Humor & Satire

(Note to readers: Despite its placement in this category, the following story revels in lesbianism, interracial sex [lesbian and otherwise], public nudity with no clear justification, and the use of marijuana. Please do not read this story if you are offended by references to large forest creatures that have undergone taxidermy.) ***** Last night was wei...

A Moveable Feast

by Chiaroscuro53 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"Dear Sir" the email began... I had decided to invite my internet lover to meet me for dinner. But not just any dinner and certainly not just any restaurant. Since the online and phone sexcapades had been very hot, the first contact had to at least live up to the phone calls and correspondence. There would be no "let's meet for coffee" date for us! I have,...

Amanda Adams becomes My Queen Ch. 16

by ShyDenZen on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Author's note: this chapter was written to show my appreciation for feedback in the form of constructive criticism - to those of you who've taken the time to leave it. Thank you. ***** (Piglet has just left us alone; she's gone back to town check on things at her apartment. You and I are sitting on your porch. It's a beautiful, golden-fall evening we're s...

A Lesson in Housecleaning

by rlmilieu on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

"I don't fucking believe this shit!" Jay shouted at the top of his lungs, slamming the front door behind him. Casually, I glanced up from my comfortable seat on the couch at the angry gent in front of me as he stepped through the pile of dirty clothes strewn about the living room floor. They were all his, of course. They had been sitting out like that all d...

Cafe of the Prison Moon

by Alii Nui on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

She sat alone in the dark. A street-lamp below the window of her sixth-floor apartment's front room scattered some incidental light against the open drapes and threw a vague pattern on the ceiling, but very little of its illumination was able to penetrate the deep shadows of the room. There was only the orange glow of her cigarette, a winking ember floatin...