White Collar Affair Pt. 02

At the time of this story, I was 30 years old and living in Eastern Washington State. I'm bisexual 5'10" and a slim build of 170 pounds. It was early February and the snow had been falling down steadily. I stepped outside of my apartment to the more secluded back parking lot to have a smoke. As I stood there enjoying the cool winter night I saw a familiar figure draw closer to me. "How's it going?" the voice addressed me. "Good, and you?" I replied recognizing the voice, "Eric right?" "Yeah man. Good, thanks. What you got going on tonight Seth?" Eric inquired. "Nothing much. You know, the usual." Eric didn't waste any time, "You probably know what I'm in the mood for tonight don't you?" I exhaled after a short drag of my cigarette, "I bet I do. Want a blowjob, huh?" "You know it", Eric smiled as he slightly grab the crotch of his jeans, "really need a nice release tonight

AN: This is part five of a gay incest fantasy story. One of the characters has the ability to change his body, in this installment he becomes a cuntboy (a man with a cock and a pussy). Some tags of note are dirty talk and perceived non-con. I hope you enjoy it if you decide to read it! Celeste's stilettos tapped lightly against the solid wood floor as he stepped into Bartholomew's office. He closed the door and looked at his brother with a nonplussed expression. Bartholomew sat at his desk, glaring at his brother. Out of the three Bartholomew was the most imposing. He was broad, with hard big muscles rippling all over his body. His arms were thick where they were crossed over his wide chest. His thighs like cannons, an ankle on his knee stretching his black uniform pants to their limits. His body, paired with his beautiful, yet hard face, normally frightens people, but Celeste looked unbothered and that just pissed him off more. "You insatiable whore," he ground out

Lucy was on the edge of a precipice. She hated her job, and felt completely distanced from Danny; the man she was supposed to marry in less than a month. The pressure of planning a wedding at such short notice and her unforgiving work schedule had left her no time for anything else, not to mention the constant calls by her mother in law demanding various things. Danny had been busy too, working on getting their new house ready. It was a beautiful estate, but certainly, one that needed a lot of work. With Danny going straight from work to the new house, they'd hardly seen each other. The last time they managed to sit down and eat together, they'd argued over the flooring of all things. Lucy poured herself a glass of wine and slipped into the bath, enjoying the relaxing warmth spreading over her. As she sipped her wine, she couldn't remember the last time she had done something that didn't involve family, work or the wedding. It was a tempting thought to just run away f

Corruption of Rome VI By John Bear Jr. Weeks passed in relative quiet. Evelyn stopped by occasionally for some kisses. Nadia and Cassia engaged in passionate lovemaking with and without Marius. They schemed about the other girls together. Monica and Taylor enjoyed their acting classes and no longer seemed to mind that they had to kiss on stage. In fact, each of them invited Marius to their play separately. They were very proud of the practice they were putting in and promised that Marius would enjoy the play. Marius, Nadia and Cassia had taken up the habit of having their breakfasts together in the pavilion. They would sip coffee and eat dessert while they enjoyed each other's company. Though they couldn't be overtly sexual, they emanated pleasant, enjoyable and inviting feelings. Ushering from their presences was a convivial atmosphere that infected the corporate body of the school beyond their presence in the pavilion. Their ritual enjoyment of life, in the form of their dr

Joel thought he'd checked the mailbox one more time... Nothing. 'Shit.' Joel resigned himself to remaining on hold with customer service; though he realized after checking his watch, it had already been an hour, he knew it was a very delicate matter and he needed resolution. He had ordered an adult toy online, it had been scheduled to arrive that week, he had even received a text message confirming its delivery, but, much to his chagrin, the package was nowhere to be found. Possible scenarios raced through his mind, each adding to his indignity as the days went by; what if some kid stole it as a prank, could he get in trouble based on what they found? What if he ended up on a sex offender list and had to report in for the rest of his life? 'No,' he'd talked himself down off this ledge logically, 'the kid would have stolen my mail... that's a federal offense... still...' It wasn't a conversation he'd enjoy having with local law enforcement,

After my divorce, I went through a dry spell where sex was very infrequent. Seeing I was going to have to be proactive, I started to seek men regularly. I'm in my early forties, tall, and blessed with ample breasts. I love to dress to use them to my advantage with men. I love to wear clothes that show my figure and heels to flirt in the right situations. I have never been shy about seeking sex, so I checked it out when a friend suggested a little bar." I began to make it my 'go-to' place to meet men. I frequent it a couple of times a week. I've met several of the regulars and found them to be enjoyable. A couple of the ladies seem to leave with various men, so maybe I'm not the only sex staved woman in the world. A few weeks ago, I went in a little later than usual and saw it was packed with more couples than usual. I sat at the and watched couples come and go and was surprised to see a lady friend. Pam, come in with her husband. She saw me, smiled, and came

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As many times as I'd seen it, the sight always took my breath away and made my heart skip slightly, leaving me very slightly weak in the limbs. My Sandra, hanging from a heavy eye-bolt sunk in the ceiling rafters by her arms, thick black leather cuffs cushioning the weight supported at her wrists with a thick, soft faux-fur lining. Well - not all her weight was on her wrists - I had left the chains just long enough that the tips of her toes touched the ground, although they weren't all that useful in helping to support her. Her petite, slender-limbed body swayed slightly as she hung there, occasionally shuffling or trying to stop her swinging with those toe-tips, mostly unsuccessfully. I just hadn't allowed her enough contact with the floor to give her sufficient traction on her feet and toes to move herself in any direction, or stop her movement in any direction in which I wanted her swaying. Her skin glowed a soft gold in the light of the two-dozen or so candles I had l