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MC1982

Patriotism

A young journalist encounters an odd obsession

My name is Gabriella, and I am a sports journalist. When I heard that the coach of the Spanish women’s Olympic soccer team had been fired for having sex with one of the players, it sounded like just another case of a powerful man abusing his position for sexual gratification. But when I read an interview with the player at the heart of the matter, I sensed there was something different about this case. Something unusual....

KimmiBeGood

Tribal Love (Part 2)

Anna experiences the sexual side of her warrior...

I rise up on my knees, naked except for the beads he gave me. He removes his koteka as he kneels in front of me. His untamed essence shatters my senses. My clit is on fire, pussy dripping, and he hasn't even touched me yet. I can't help but stare - his beautiful black cock is so big. Somehow, I knew it would be. Kioko grazes the sides of my face with the back of his hands in the most intimate way. I am afraid of making a...

KimmiBeGood

Tribal Love (Part 1)

As I walk through my front door, I feel like a foreigner in my own home. Looking around, I just don't feel like I belong here without him. It was our home or more his I guess. He made all the decisions. Unaware at the time, I lost myself in our relationship. Everything I did was for him. And look at how he repaid me. I plop down on the couch and realize I never really liked this couch. Putting my head in my hands, I cry....

racqelhunter

Journalist Visits Swingers Club

A prude girl visits a swingers club to only write an article but gets seduced by lesbian visitors.

It's not easy being twenty-two, fresh out of university with a degree, and not being able to find a job. You feel self-assured with the graduation certificate, why wouldn't you? It's all you have been working towards for four years. I really thought journalism was different, but I, like my friends, had a taste of reality, and along with it, great humility. I changed tactics and applied for any job that may get me in the d...

Milik_the_Red

Rebecca Redux: ch 4

A story about power and sex and politics

Becca had a long, hot shower when she got home from Dimitri’s apartment. She felt it necessary to clean her body of that experience before she could set her mind to what his notebook meant. She felt conflicted about it, admitting that there were moments that she enjoyed despite herself. Perhaps it was because Dimitri was so powerful and dangerous. But she knew that the price of being involved with such a man in reality wa...

Milik_the_Red

Rebecca Redux: Ch3

A story about power and sex and politics

Becca had deliberately chosen one of her more conservative business suits that morning. The navy blue skirt and blazer toned down her red hair so that fewer men stole glances at her as she made her morning commute on the train. On most mornings she didn't mind the attention, but after the previous night’s encounter with John, she felt strangely dirty.That wasn't a feeling to which Rebecca Weiss was accustomed. She was wel...

Milik_the_Red

Rebecca Redux: Chapter 2

A story about power and sex and politics

Becca had just left her office and was walking to Starbucks for a coffee when one of her burner phones rang. It had to be Natasha because no one else had the number for that phone. The second burner had the number she gave the agency. She felt a shot of adrenaline as she answered because Natasha would not call just to say hello. Her voice sounded strained. “Becca, thank you for helping me to get away from those people. I...

Milik_the_Red

Rebecca Redux

A story about power and sex and politics

Steam filled the enclosure, condensing on the Italian tile and running down the walls in a multitude of tiny rivulets. Moisture was everywhere and the spray was filling the air with a fog so thick it almost obscured the man's erection as she stroked his suds-covered length. Rebecca didn’t know him. She had met him in this very room in fact, but that didn’t matter much. She had never been shy about sex and if giving her bo...

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PervyStoryteller

Cabbage

There was cause for concern, but things worked out all right in the end

“So what brings you here?”“It’s been a while,” Jasmine Brooks said, looking very comfortable in the armchair I usually reserved for myself.“Fifteen years,” I said. “But you’re not here to catch up on old times, are you?”“Maybe I am, in a manner of speaking.” Jasmine glanced at the newspaper on the table with its lurid headline, “KINKIER THAN FICTION. Queen of raunch-lit nailed in sex club raid.”“I know you write for a riv...

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Fever Dream

Rich shades of orange and yellow flames flicker and crackle, their chaotic dance sending waves of soothing heat over my naked body. It’s a small comfort, but only just. I’m bound and blindfolded next to the fire, cold metallic cuffs locked loosely about my wrists, my slim arms stretched above my head to dangle helplessly, but not uncomfortably so. I can hear my heart in my ears, pattering hard against my ribs, much like i...