The Photo Shop Ch. 15

In the late afternoon of a beautiful summer's day, two young men sat on the hood of a silver Hybrid Lexus as a cool breeze blew in off the Pacific Ocean while their bodies bathed in the warmth of a California sun. Logan Temple and Aidan Simmons were college roommates out enjoying their last full day of summer vacation together, and they had driven up to Twin Peaks to hike around and take in the unbelievably spectacular views of the San Francisco area. These peaks were the only hills in San Francisco not to have been built over, a place the Spaniards had termed, "Los pechos de la Chola" -- Breasts of the Indian Maiden -- and it was the last place on their list to visit. Almost from the onset of their freshman year at college, Logan and Aidan had formed a close bond as they discovered all the things they shared in common. Then, quite unexpectedly when Logan walked in on Aidan jerking off, the two boys started bonding in other, more personal, ways. Over time, Logan fell in

Naughty Sister Buys My Silence 05 -- Slutty Sister watches Lesbian porn with her younger brother. Submitted: March 18, 2021 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf) Tags: incest, sister, prostitution, big tits, blowjob, domination ***** Hey there! Thanks for checking out this story! This series is written like a novel, so be sure to start at the first chapter "Naughty Sister Buys My Silence," if you want to avoid major spoilers or confusion. Also, if you're enjoying this story, or just like incest stories, you may also really like my "Innocent Devil's Harem" series likewise available on Lit. ***** - CHAPTER 05 - - SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19: Afternoon - My older sister sat next to me on the couch on my left side while I searched for a lesbian porn video I wanted us to watch on the large flatscreen TV while we fucked. And I had to admit, as much as I couldn't wait to do this, I also was really enjoying taking my time finding something good. Why? Because my sl

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams. My short stories are generally written on behalf of others and do not necessarily reflect my personal interests, fetishes, or personal history. F/F. Bisexuality. Chastity. Schoolgirls/College. Dorms. Sexting. Cheating/Infidelity (implied/unaddressed). Embarrassment/Shame. Semi-Public Kink. Oral (F/f). Fingering (F/f). Dildo/strap on use (F on f). Mild D/s. Mildly dubious consent. Let's Begin! --------- It had really been Greg, the class clown, rather than Ms. Marshall that had brought up the topic of chastity belts in history class. Amy hadn't, at first, paid it too much mind, and thought the interruption in her lesson more annoying than funny. Amy of course knew of chastity belts, as things that existed, but had never given it any more thought than that. So she mostly just felt awkward watching Ms. Marshall stumble o

This is an independent sequel of the Nasty Tales series parts 08, 03 and 07. If you want to follow Lynn's story chronologically, you can read those parts in the order mentioned above. The series includes themes such as: dominant male, humiliation, non-consensual sex, exhibition and bondage. If you are not into these themes or find them offensive, please do not read further. If you are into these things, please put your hands in your pants and enjoy. ****** NASTY TALES 09: Mr Red The room was dimly lit. All that could be heard was heavy breathing. "I think I have to let you go," Mr Williamson said. "Sir?" Lynn asked as she was obviously not going anywhere. She was tied spread-eagled, naked on the older master's bed. "What I mean, Lynn, is that this will be our final session and also your final week in this house. My wife is starting to grow suspicious," Mr Williamson explained while his ice-blue eyes wandered all over her body. "Have I bee

The N'Orleans University trimester came to an end in March, but Wanda never lost her fascination with Wiccan studies. She always was an odd and aloof character, thought Vera. Theirs was an mismated friendship. Vera stayed distant, yet friendly, despite being an ultra conservative, Black Witch fearing church goer. They frequently argued about the differences between White, Wiccan, witches and the evil, devil worshiping Black ones. First, Wanda had to explain it wasn't about skin tone. "Our followers practice witchcraft and nature worship and see it as a religion based on pre-Christian traditions of northern and western Europe. So-called spells are for good only." No matter how much proof Wanda offered, Vera's mind was made up and no amount of logic could change it. "Our spells work with nature, not the devil. Wiccan Rede, an ethical code states 'If it harm none, do what you will.' Wiccans believe in meditation and participate in rituals throughout th

AN: Tropey as hell, unabashed hentai cliche everywhere. First time writing the pr0ns, feedback welcomed. * 1 -- Prepare the Chamber Consciousness returned slowly to Talana, sense by reluctant sense. On the edge of hearing, the trickle of water, with an echo to it that said 'underground'. Much closer - a room away? - low chanting sounds. Neither was comforting to the young paladin. Her nose twitched at the smell of moist earth and hot wax around her. A cave. Candles. Some sort of underground lair, then. A foul musky odour underlaid it all, warning both her physical senses and her growing mystical perception of demons and demonspawn nearby. She swallowed in a dry throat, tasted her own blood - she'd been hit hard on the head, likely bitten her mouth - and something acrid and chemical coating her tongue. Had they fed her something? Its bitterness reminded her of swiftheal potion, but it had a savoury tang she could perceive even through the metal-salt-bright of blood. She re