Sipping [Complete]
We've been dating for years. Long enough we probably would have been married if we had the money. And in that time we've been very adventurous in the bedroom. We've done so many freaky things it was a bit glaring that she'd never given me a blowjob. It was a very basic act, but not only has she failed to suck my cock, she actively avoided it. I've given up on it. There are better options after all. But today she is drinking, something else she seldom does. So we are a little t

“Huff, huufff… holy shit… I can’t believe I actually did it!”
Cynthia’s ambush had been perfect, like something out of a movie. Her quarry had just returned to her hotel room, exhausted by the wonders of the convention downstairs, only to find the silhouette of a hungry, snarling werewolf looming over her!
Except… it was less a werewolf, and more a wolf-themed fursuit. But it probably looked pretty convincing in the dark, right? And when she was being

"Just a little further." Markus said, trudging through the sand as he led the party forth, his staff held aloft to cast an array of light around the party that both protected everyone from the sandy wind and pointed towards their destination. The great sage was well experienced, and he had led his fellow magic-casting companions through thick and thin. This seemingly endless ocean of sand and sun was not the hardest thing they had gone through, not by a long shot. "I can sense its

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Even though she put out five or six books (or DVDs, or

whatever

other media

had

a good picture) on the floor, and let as many as a dozen of me into each of the little fantasy bubbleworlds she made for us, I had to wait weeks for my turn. Not ‘I’ in the communal sense, obviously – ove

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At least a thousand of us were missing from our pre-vacation count. Admittedly, we didn’t have firm numbers before, but the genie had counted us at a glance and said it was more. Admittedly and further, a thousand of us wasn’t even quite 10% of me, but the difference when we assembled in the bedroom was obvious to my eyes, and I could see it in hers. She’d gathered all of me up onto the mattress into a tightly packed

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The fingers went in slowly, enveloped in a wet warmth that fulfilled every promise of my imagination - Wetness and Warmth with capital W’s. Within her mouth was the platonic ideal of sexual consumption. Her tongue slathered between them with noticeable dexterity, and her jaw slipped and closed in ratcheting nibbles, as though to prevent any possibility of escape. The tension I felt each time her teeth crimped my skin, the anticip

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When I looked at the open sliding door of my closet, I saw all my usual clothes hanging inside

:

a baker’s dozen of oxford work shirts embroidered with the company logo on the chest, a few sweaters, my walking shoes… The usual.






When she reached in through t

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The next morning was breakfast in bed– for us, not her. While she broke apart flaky croissants and dripped coffee from her fingertips for any of me who wanted a mouthful, she relaxed against a mountain of more pillows than I’d ever owned and listened to our concerns about being locked in our apartment for the whole year.






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I picked up the lighter because it reminded me of one my grandfather had owned – not plastic and disposable, but burnished stainless steel, about half the size of a deck of cards, easy to palm. I’d spotted it glinting on the sidewalk downtown, but not near any smoker’s refuge

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like a gutter behind a nightclub or

    
I was sitting in a chair in one of the many nooks of the local library, my attention on the book I was reading. I was dressed fairly casually, jeans, a t-shirt that complimented the outline of my bust, and my favorite boots. My bag was laying on a small table next to my seat, and I was making sure to keep track of it in my periphery as I read. This was how I first noticed the stranger. At first I didn’t pay her much mind, but as she walked past me s

Cat and MouseWhile working on an after school project, Emma finds a shrink ray hidden in her teacher's closet and accidentally hits her friend Joey with it…Prompt by insideurstomach"Joey, Emma! I'm glad I bumped into you two. I meant to tell you in class earlier. I'm going to be late to tonight's robotics meeting. We'll be pushing it back to four-thirty and we'll go to seven if we need the extra time. I hope that's alright with you two," Doctor Anders, their AP Physics teacher said, stopping E

Carrie grunted in irritation as she rocked her hips back and forth. Her spread vulva dragged against her brother’s shoulders, sending shocks of frustrating arousal through her, but her body refused to accept any more of him inside. She was stuck at the base of his neck, desperately grinding against him and getting absolutely nowhere.

Her first time wasn’t going the way she’d thought it would. Porn had, apparently, lied to her. She’d been expecting

“Robbie, would you be a dear and clear the table?” It had been a typical night at the Leads household. Mrs. Leads was washing the dishes, Lacey Leads was sitting at the counter, texting who knows who, while Mr. Leads had already retired to his study.


    
“Yeah, Mom. Gimme a sec.” Robbie brought a veritable tower of plates, bowls, forks, and knives to his mother. “Is the dishwasher s

Johnny looks quickly around the room, and quickly performs the spell as best he can. Having watched her do it so many times was one thing, but weaving it into another of his shrinking spell so he ended up the appropriate size was an entirely different matter.
Focusing with incredible self-control, Johnny clears all other thoughts from his mind except that yellow crescent shape and slowly becomes aware of not only thinking it but being something new altogether. Feeling pleased with himself, he wa

It
had seemed like a silly little game. She'd first seen it on a
Japanese gameshow and wanted to give it a go. So we took a trip to
the hardware store, then to the supermarket, and got the rig put
together.
The
game was fairly simple. A three foot Plexiglas tube, about an inch in
diameter, was attached to a pedestal between us. A malted milk ball
was slid to the center of the tube. We both put our lips around the
opposite ends of the tube and the game began. The goal was to be the
one that sucke

It was a sweltering day
in the middle of July, and Anna was sitting in front of her bedroom
mirror, bored. She was staring at her reflection, her eyes moving
from her dark red hair to her average face and finally down to her B
cup breasts. Anna let out a sigh before she picked up her hairbrush
and started combing her hair. It didn't take her long before she set
the brush back down and stood up.
She stretched and
looked at her full figure in the mirror. She was 16, barely scraped
5'8" and w