Incest--Revenge Fucking

This is a shorter one. Very little character development. I got the idea as my wife and I were going through old photos looking for our first batch to be sent away to be digitized along with some old Super 8 films. And no, my wife isn't the reason I wrote this, just my fevered brain in action. Also, like most of my stories, there is no overt sex, especially any mention of anyone under the age of 18. I was elbow deep in old photos that I was planning on sending to a local lab for digitizing when I came up with the perfect gift for my wife, our three kids, and our extended families next year when she and I celebrated twenty-five years of wedded bliss. We had thousands of pictures from when we first met in grade school, right up through when we started dating in high school, on to college together, and then our married life. You would think that the pictures of when we were kids would still be with the respective parents but, no, Lizzie had asked for those when the kids were little ...

Crawling to the porch on backyard, I sat on the floor beside my owner, while she is relaxing on a rocking chair, petting my crown and stroking my hair. All of a sudden, jumping out of the chair, she ran upstairs and bought a camera back to the porch and I was asked to pose, as her pet. Many pictures were taken in different doggy positions, sticking my tongue out drooling, running on fours to catch the ball, holding my boobs in air and grabbing my leash with my teeth. The images could make best pet-slave collage. With the photo session coming to an end, we sat on the wooden steps and my mistress is lapping through the photos, deleting the blurry ones. With her eyes locked on the images, she asked, "How do you feel about your transformation from a normal woman to a submissive pet, Mrs. Rose?" I replied with a gratified soul, "I feel blessed to find someone like you, mistress. Thank you for helping me find my true self and thank you for giving me the pleasure of my lifeti...

*Author's Note: Sorry for the long writing delay. Life has been crazy the past several months as I'm sure many of yours have been. I have a few stories "in production" including the next chapter of the Babysitter series but have struggled to stick with them long enough to finish. I'll try to get more writing out to you soon. Thanks again for reading.* There was nowhere I'd rather be. The glow of the midday sun was shining down on my glistening body while I soaked up rays next to the pool. The frozen mojito in my glass cooled my fingertips. And the presence of my husband Luis next to me warmed my heart. The past months had been busy for us both, and we'd only now gotten a chance to get away for our honeymoon. Getting a chance to set everything aside and focus on each other had been long overdue. Prices were down on plane tickets and hotel prices, so we zipped away for a week in a tropical paradise. Our resort was right on the beach, and we took all of our...

This all started many years ago when I first began having bi-sexual thoughts. For years I have denied the thoughts and they'd vanish for a while, then return. The initial thoughts were fantasizing about what it'd be like to stroke another cock, to see it cum. The thoughts escalated to the point of mutual blow jobs. Fast forward several years later I have finally accepted my curiosities and I am so willing and ready to explore them, but how? As most, I'm assuming, I began scouring the internet, looking for different web sites to meet a like minded guy. The majority of what I found were guys looking for a quick hook up and I know that is way outside my comfort level. If I'm going to do this, I'm going at my pace, be comfortable and hopefully love the experience. Sadly I realized the web sites may not be my way to explore my curiosities. Then I came upon a site talking about "cruising" which I have never heard of prior to this. I looked around the site and ...

-------------------------------------- August to April August had to die so April could bloom Copyright 2021 -- TheCyprisDoctrine -------------------------------------- -- Profile -- I live by myself; I own and live in the same building as the business I own. I wear socks that match my belt. I am a confident, attractive & excessively honest person with comedic tendencies. My family gave me a hard time dropping out of college to start my own software business. I have a staff of twelve, and we host adult-only sites managing their online media. It is my dream job, with no schedule, no boss (except for me), and 96.5% free time. Food: I love food with lots of flavor variations that are not overwhelmed or hiding behind hot spices. I like my lovers the same way. Movies: Anything Star Trek, Star Wars, or involving Superheros or spies. I also enjoy porn parodies. Six Things I Would Never do Without: • Laughter/ comedy • A best friend who is also my lover • Sex • Quality take-out I'm n...

When Lian materialized in a huge, palatial chamber, like the lord's bedroom in a medieval castle, she just sighed. Of course this would happen. Once again, Akemi had led them into trouble. They'd rushed into a situation they didn't have a handle on, all so that their glorious leader could save her dreary boyfriend. Now, they were all separated and trapped at the mercy of a bunch of different demons. What kind of leadership was that? Lian was so frustrated. Why did it have to be Akemi? Lian knew Akemi was chosen by the stars, but maybe the stars made some really bad choices sometimes. Akemi was a friend, Lian supposed - but clearly, she wasn't quite up to the job. Not for the first time, Lian thought to herself that she should have been the chosen one, not Akemi. 'Yes,' came the husky, decidedly-feminine voice. 'It should have been you, Lian Shi.' Lian wheeled around, brandishing the sword of starlight that formed in her hand in response to her thoughts...