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I gathered as much courage as I could and slid my hand down between my legs and into the side of my shorts. I began to rub my labia as I looked at him.

“Mom ever do anything like this?” I asked.

He almost wrecked the car as he looked over and saw what I was doing.

“What are you doing? Stop that!” he yelled.

“Why? Don’t you like this? Don’t you want this?” I asked.

“It’s not right, you’re my daughter!” he said.

Sure, he was acting like it was bothering him and that it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop looking at what I was doing.

“Correction, stepdaughter,” I said with a sly smile.

I lifted my shirt up and exposed my tits to him as my other hand began to rub my nipples.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” I asked.

I think he ran out of words because all he did was look at me with his mouth hanging open.

“What if I told you I have wanted you for the last couple of years,” I told him. “If mom can’t satisfy you, then let me.”

He swallowed hard, and I knew I had him. I could see the tent growing in his pants as he watched what I was doing. I pulled my hand from my shorts and grabbed his, guiding it down to my pussy. I sighed as the warmth of his hand caused my cunt to tingle. He didn’t pull it back, so I helped him move it up and down my slit.

With his hand now stroking me, I reached over and placed my hand on that tent growing between his legs. His breathing was accelerated as I stroked his cock hard. I needed to feel it, to hold it in my hand. I unzipped his pants and pulled his fat cock out and began to give him a hand job right there on the freeway going seventy miles per hour!

Daddy's Mistress 

My WIfe's best Friend

My wife and I had been married for a few years, always experimenting with sex.  We had a very active sex life as compared to most.  We loved to please each other, but she had a friend that I could not get out of my mind.

Rachel was a tall blonde with curves for miles.  She was always with a new guy and never seemed to find the one she wanted.  We did a lot of activities with her, though I wondered why she wanted to be a third wheel.  She always wore very seductive clothing, and was a big tease, always flirting with me.

I used to fantasize about fucking her, but it was always just that.  I must admit, there were times my wife and I had sex that I imagined it was Rachel instead of my wife.  I didn’t see anything wrong with the fantasy as I assumed my wife had guys she fantasized about as well.  My biggest fantasy was having both of them at the same time.  Just thinking about that got my cock stiff.

We were hanging out one weekend enjoying some BBQ and drinking beers.  That was the start of what would become a fantasy being fulfilled.

“You know” Rachel started.  “We should go out dancing.”

“Yeah, and where would we do that?” my wife replied.  “There isn’t any place around here you can dance.”

“I was thinking that we should do an overnight and hit some clubs in the city,” she answered.

“What do you think, Geoff?” she asked me.

Now I loved to dance, and was good at it.  She knew I would be down for a night of dancing.

“I’m down with that,” I replied.  “But how do we know what clubs to go to?”

“Leave that to me,” she said.

“So when would this night out happen?” my wife asked.

“How about next weekend?” replied Rachel.

“I don’t think we have anything going on,” I said.

“Good,” she replied.  “Then it’s settled.  We’ll meet after work Friday and I’ll have everything ready.”

“Sounds good,” I replied.

I was ready for a night of dancing.  It had been a while since I had cut a rug and I was itching to go.  My wife and I got things in order during the week.  When Friday finally rolled around, we double checked everything and waited for Rachel.

Rachel rolled in about 15 minutes later.  She had on a knit top with tight jeggings.  I could see the outline of her pussy through her jeggings, and noticed the tents from her bare nipples pushing her top out.  She had very large nipples, and she loved to show them off.  I almost got a hard-on just looking at her hot body.  We gathered our stuff up and loaded it into the car, setting off for the city.  

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Restraints

Rob and I got married six years ago, and even though he knew I was into bondage, he never really warmed up to the idea of dominating me.  I longed to be taken and used, but my desires went unfulfilled.  I could no longer be in a relationship that did not meet my sexual needs.  I told him one day after work that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked.

"I am not fulfilled sexually," I replied.  "You know I like bondage, but you never give me what I want.  I need to be satisfied."

"I'm sorry, but you knew when we got married I was not into it," he replied.

"I thought maybe you would grow to accept it and at least try to satisfy me," I said.  "I'm sorry it has to come to this, but I just cannot go on not being fulfilled.  I need this."

We came to an amicable arrangement and finalized our divorce fairly quickly.  I didn't hate him at all.  I still considered him my friend, but I needed more.  He was understanding, and even though he was upset that we had parted, he understood and wished me well.  I do have to admit it was tough for the first month or so not having him around.  I just kept reminding myself that I needed more and he was never going to give it to me.

I had bought a few items to use on myself just so I could have some sort of enjoyment fantasizing about my fetish.  I bought a collar, some nipple clamps and a double dildo.  I would watch videos of women being used and abused sexually with my toys attached to me as I imagined it was me they were using.  My favorite thing was to have my nipples clamped down tight, sending tingles down to my pussy.  Just the thought of having my clamps on made me wet.

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The brat was saving herself for the one man she wanted to make her a woman. She knew who he was, but the problem was he didn't know she was interested. But when she takes care of the man of the house and tells him her wish, he is surprised that she wants him.

Her plan to have him is right on track until she learns of the woman of the house wanting a divorce. She thinks her dreams are shattered until she comes up with a way to have him all to herself. But will he go along with it?

 

What's Your Style?

When I first started writing, I wrote my stories in the third person perspective.  As my writing evolved, I changed to first person.  I wanted to convey the main characters thoughts, feelings, and emotions as I wrote out the story.  And this brings me to my next point, which is story content and plots, or lack thereof.

I have read a  lot of erotic shorts, and the vast majority of them open with a short scene and light context about the main character before embarking on a 3,000 word description of the sex they are partaking in.  I approach mine a bit differently.  I like to have a plot to my stories.  I prefer to set up the back story and what is driving the attraction.  I like to have a buildup to the consummation, which I feel builds the sexual tension a lot better.

I do go into detail when it comes to the actual act of intercourse, but I still like to have the plot in place, even though the story is about sex, and the ultimate outcome of intercourse.  I feel that if I can incrementally add to the sexual story, it lends itself to a much more plausible story, rather than some outlandish fiction that could not possibly ever occur.  I want my readers to be able to insert themselves into the role of the main character and fantasize as if it was them in the story.

I don't know if my style is for every reader, but I guess with the success I am having I am appealing to at least some segment of the population.

What's your style?