Nonconsensual Stories

I told Frank about Mary and her tongue fucking my ass. Even though I made it clear that it was very fucking hot, he also made it clear that he was not into eating ass. Okay, I guess for now. I was curious about his night. Frank seemed to be holding back about his evening with Robin. After considerable assurances, he finally relaxed and told me how much he enjoyed it. He told me that they fucked for a while, then they move...

My mom was up on a ladder with a watering can, replacing the sugar water in the hummingbird feeders hanging from the banyan tree in our backyard. I was stabilizing the ladder from below. I was sixteen, a high school sophomore, and my mom, who had me when she was my age, was a young-looking thirty-two. She owned a successful yoga studio, and her years-long practice of yoga had molded her body into a harmony of supple curve...