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The Right to Surrender Ch. 02

by TheDarkCloud on Sep 13, 2017
NonConsent/Reluctance

Author's Note: Apologies for delay in Part 2, you really need to read Part One to make sense of all this ... * Norman returned half an hour later. I had spent the time fretting about what would happen if he didn't return (what with my wrists handcuffed behind my back and the words PIG and WHORE) written on me in my own lipstick and worrying about what woul...

Surrogate Husband Ch. 04

by pennylesspauper on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

Bobby Chandler chuckled to himself as he drove down the street. He didn't mind it much that his mother and his grandmother were conspiring against him. If things went right, he would have one more woman to help keep him satisfied. He thought it to be a bit ridiculous, though. Hence, his "conditions." He never once thought they would be so willingly agreed to...

21st Century Subterranean Slavery Pt. 10

by Reavantwo on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

One-eight-six waited in her madam's bedroom for her twice-weekly reward. She couldn't believe her eyes when the door opened; she was looking at a miniature Greek God. Like the red head he was not a midget or dwarf but not much taller than one. His wavy almost blonde hair was set in a page cut ala early Beatles. She waved him over as the guard left, revealing...

Off At College Ch. 07

by BarbT on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

Chapter 7 – Toga Party During my first semester in college I did everything hard: I studied hard during the week and I partied hard on Friday and Saturday nights. At my school the Greek letter fraternities usually had the best weekend parties and I often found myself being asked to attend one of them by various guys, especially the guys that belonged to the...

By The Numbers Ch. 04

by slyc_willie on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

A mixture of proud anger and adolescent shame filled me for the following few days. I worked with Sheila over the weekend, but never seemed to be able to be alone with her. She was sweet and smiling the entire time, flirting with me as much as she always had before, but it always appeared to work out that we simply could not spend even so much as ten seconds...

The Day After Ch. 2

by Visitor35A on Sep 19, 2017
Group Sex

I was asleep with my new girlfriend in her bed in the middle of the afternoon when I was once more awoken by the insatiable Zoey ... her younger sister’s best friend. For the second time that day, she had crept into our room, lifted the sheets and began to suck on my flaccid cock. This girl was such a cum slut. I regained consciousness just as my cock harden...

I'm Not Jimbo Bond

by GeorgeTasker on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Jim stared down into the bottom of his empty beer glass. It had been a shitty day for him and everything had gone wrong. "Same again," he growled to the bartender as he scratched his big beer belly through his grubby flannel shirt. Jim was in his late forties and worked construction, he lived alone and his after work beer at O'Flaherty's Irish Tavern was p...

The Recording Studio Ch. 02

by Mark2 on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

This second chapter is by request. I recommend you all first read 'The Recording Studio' from my list of works before reading this Chapter 2. The first story completely sets the scene for this one, which will be a little incomplete and confusing otherwise. Thanks to 2mart4fools for editing and typo hunting. I have freely used her suggestions and ignored...

A is for Andrea

by BethanyJ on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

A is for Andrea: Sisters are Doing It for Themselves ********** A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! ********** It was only after I'd been back in Brum for about 6 months that I realised that there was a potential 'outlet' for my hobby qui...

Summer's Warmth: A Winter Encounter

by MayorReynolds on Sep 12, 2017
First Time

As I lay on my bed, enveloped in the darkness of my tiny college bedroom, snow flurries gently tapped on my window. My computer's screen saver cast a palette of shifting colors on me. My hands trembled as I held my cell phone; a scrap of notebook paper rested on my unstable leg. Three days—I had allowed three days to pass since the laundry room encounter....