The Walls Came Tumbling Down

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Author's Notes: This story includes elements of the following: anal sex, BDSM play, group sex, lesbian sex, mind control, and nonconsent/reluctant sex. This story does not present BDSM in a realistic manner - it's fantasy folks. I want to thank my wife for editing, her guidance, insight, and suggestions. I also want to thank my friend, Ann, for her support of this project. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE HAVING SEX?!" Alex yelled. The short and petite Asian woman looked up at the naked, eight-foot, red-skinned demon with all the rage and fury of a mother bear protecting her young. "This is the first time you've seen me like this, and yet you're not afraid in the least. Why am I not surprised?" "Why did you think she would be cowed?" Lilith asked as she walked up behind Alex. "She's always made it clear she didn't like you to your face." "Yes, but I thought this way she'd be less likely to be so impertinent," ...

A few of us had gathered for a meal and some company. There had been an electric tension between the two of us all day. Our eyes would meet, we would brush past each other in the hallway, any physical contact would linger just that little bit longer. We both seemed to have that feeling that something was brewing, something was going to happen. This tension had to be released somehow... You are standing at the sink washing the dishes after dinner. The others are at the top of the garden relaxing in the chairs, taking in some fresh air. I walk into the kitchen with the last few dishes from the table. I lean around you to put them into the dishwater. You feel my hot breath on your neck and you push your body against mine. "They look pretty relaxed up there," I remark. You grind yourself against the erection you can feel contained within my jeans. "You don't seem particularly relaxed," you reply. "Maybe you need to chill out a little." I lift your skirt ...

Revenge is Sweet, part 1 Aoife's Note: All characters engaging in any sexual activities are 18 years or older. Even so, don't try this at home! Throughout history, people have believed many things about redheads. We steal souls or bring good luck. That we have fiery tempers. We have a very low pain tolerance. That people with red hair are moral degenerates with heightened sexual appetites. The reason these stories have endured for centuries, of course, is because they are true. In the fall of 83, my whole life changed. I knew it would, because that is the year I started college, and everyone considers that the beginning of a new chapter in life's story. Probably the biggest change for kids such as me, who led a sheltered life with a normal, loving family. We were financially better off than most, so things were pretty easy for me and my brother, Brandon. School, church and band took up most of my time. My instrument was the clarinet—and yes, I heard all of the jokes abo...

All characters are above the age of 18. This is fiction. Supriya, my first cousin was pregnant; with my child. All of this happened during lockdown. Both of our parents were stuck in Delhi where they had gone to attend a wedding. All of this is covered in the first part so go and read that first to understand this one. ----------------------------------- Four months have passed since I knocked up Supriya. Her belly was clearly visible now. We had met a doctor and she confirmed that the babies (we were having twins) are completely fine and healthy. Supriya and I were very worried because we had read a lot of literature regarding pregnancy amongst cousins and how inbreeding results in deformed offspring having various problems. The doctor's assurance relieved us of that pressure. She was also asked to change her diet. Before I pumped her full with my seed she was thin. Like models are, and were I not her brother then a hot girl like her would've been high maintenance. But bein...

"Why do you need to see him, after all these years?" Linsey asked. "I wanted you all to myself, you know its Friday and our normal dressing up night." "I have not seen Peter for over 20 years." I replied. "He found my details online and wants to meet up, he was a great friend in school." "OK." Linsey replied. "Remember, if you are late or drunk, don't complain if you don't get to fuck me!" I left the house and went to the pub. Linsey was the best wife in the world, kept a good home and we loved each other so much. Part of the love was due to the great sex we had. We never cheated but did play games and if one of us was ok with a proposal, as long as the other was ok too it happened. Peter and I met and chatted over some beers like old times. I found out he left his wife because she became boring in bed and they grew apart. He asked about myself and Linsey, who he had always had a soft spot for. He reminded me of ma...

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER -- How many urban myths involving babysitters have you heard? There's the one about the babysitter receiving menacing phone calls, only to find they are coming from inside the house. There's another involving a babysitter and a creepy clown statue that seems a little too lifelike. And how about the one where a babysitter sits down on the toilet not realizing the seat has recently been varnished, and winds up stuck to the toilet with her panties around her ankles? While the phone call and clown statue urban myths make for great horror stories, the one about the babysitter stuck to a toilet seat makes for a great fetish story and as such I present to you 'The Babysitter & the Toilet Seat', a kinky fetish story part of Literotica's April Fools' Day Contest for 2021. Travel back in time and find out what happens when innocent 18-year-old babysitter Janine sits down on the toilet not knowing the seat has recently been varnished, ...

She hitched up her long, purple cotton skirt to get socks on her feet. Kaylen was a nervous flyer and, somewhere along the way, had convinced herself that she needed to wear the same skirt and socks for each plane ride. They had helped her survive the last several flights; after all, it was better to be on the safe side. "The purple skirt again, huh?" Alex asked jokingly. He was folding pants and laying them not-so-neatly into his suitcase. She shrugged, knowing he understood her anxiety, even if he did tease her a bit. His smile, always loving with an undertone of seduction, said it all. She had never been with anyone who triggered her senses quite like Alex. The muscled curves of his shoulders, his confident gait, even the way he raised one eyebrow when he was intrigued—they all melted her. They were almost two years in, and she wondered if he would ever cease to turn her on. "We should leave the house here in a few. Don't want to miss the plane," Alex remin...