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M.U.F.F. Pt. 03

Content notice: The following story contains depictions of negative body image, weight stigma, and diet talk. I've done my best to portray these issues with empathy and sensitivity. Beauty comes in every size, and a joyous, fulfilling sex life is the privilege of anyone who wants one. That said, if you're someone who prefers to avoid such things altogether, you might try one of my other stories instead. The characters depicted in the following story are all 18 or above. One of the themes involves sexual liaisons between young adult women and much older adults in a position of relative power over them. The inclusion of this theme is for storytelling purposes only. It is not a comment on the advisability of such relationships in real life. The Author ~ M.U.F.F., Part III I approach the door and pull the key card out of my bag. I hold it in my hand near the card reader, but I can't bring myself to swipe it. The motel is an old walkup on the fringes of the commercial end of t
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Incest at Gunpoint

The vast exotic wilderness of the Brazilian rainforest is a place where John, a middle aged married man and father from Arizona, has always wanted to explore but never had the opportunity to, but having taken early retirement from his well payed career he now felt he had the freedom to finally do so. His wife, Linda wasn't so keen on joining him, feeling that it wasn't her scene at all, she's more of a relaxing cruise holiday type of woman, but she suggested that he should take their 23 year old son, Joel with him. John thought this was a great idea. "You two will get to know each other better." Said Linda. Just recently John has started to notice a change in Joel, he longer seemed to be a "normal" young man into normal young man stuff like he used to be, in fact, unbeknown to John, Joel had recently confided in his mother that he was gay, and an effeminate one at that, but Joel would always put on a butch, manly act whenever he was around his father,
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My Adventure Into Bdsm Ch. 04

I don't know how long I was kneeling, but I felt exhausted and sore. His nipples and clit were hurting However, I was able to fall asleep. As I dreamt, my mind was racing about what I had become and why the heck was I enjoying it so much. What sort of person would enjoy being used in this manner? I felt my catholic school upbringing would never lead me to becoming an object just used for sex. In the morning, I was jolted awake by a paddle on my ass. It stung like hell. Just when the initial sting started to lessen, smack, it happened again. I had been spanked before but never anything this hard. I counted twenty smacks. I started to cry because I was in pain but the dildo in my pussy moved with every smack. I was not used to being in pain and being aroused at the same time. It was very confusing for me. Master took my headphones off to say "My pussy is dripping down your legs. Don't tell me, you didn't enjoy being paddled." He unlocked me from the stockade and p
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Rooming With RoseAnn Pt. 15

How far does RoseAnn's newfound quirk go? It was not long until I discovered that the incident with the wooden spoon had affected RoseAnn more than I knew. On the Tuesday, after I'd finished the supper dishes, she suddenly closed her book and said, "Put your clothes back on, Barry. We're going shopping." Normally, this meant a trip to the grocery store or theater, but I noticed the magenta flush of arousal on her eyelids and was mystified. She drove in an unfamiliar direction on El Camino Real for several miles, and turned onto a brightly lit street full of art galleries, bookshops, and coffee bars. We parked in front of a store whose neon sign declared 'Jane Austen's Revenge'. The windows were decorated with mannequins wearing skimpy lingerie. "Is this one of those sex shops?" I asked. She said nothing as I followed her into the store. The smell of incense drifted among racks of lingerie, mesh nylons, massage oils, and erotic books. A slen
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Life after Sylvia Ch. 05

True to her word, Crystal moved out that weekend, moving back into the apartment she had shared with a friend before meeting me. Donna wanted to move in, which I refused, wanting to spend some time trying to figure life out first. Just what did I want? With Crystal gone, I found that I missed her much more than I would have thought. In those few months we had grown closer than even I realized. In the weeks that followed, she still came by frequently, but always refused to spend the night, saying that she didn't want to go back to that unless we were going to be serious again and not just play. It was just too difficult for her otherwise. I couldn't blame her because even though I still invited her, I knew that in the morning it would be hard to say goodbye. Marge stopped by frequently as well, occasionally for sex, but mostly just to "hang out" as she put it, trying to help me find some direction to my life. In some ways she was like a mother, in others a lover. She
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Alfred The Great

Alfred the Great Seymour's friend from school came to visit us one Saturday, and stayed until the Monday. After leaving school they lost touch with each other when Alfred left home and joined the army. It was only a few years ago when my husband, Seymour opened a Facebook account and they got in touch with each other again. With our kids, Mylene at university and Justin away with his friends, we had the weekend to ourselves. On the Saturday morning of Alfred's visit I got up early to give the house a thorough cleaning. I vacuumed all the floors, paying particular attention to the guest bedroom, dusted around and put clean new towels in the bathroom. When I had finished I got in the shower. I had just picked out what I was going to wear and put it on when the doorbell rang. Seymour was still in the shower so I answered the door. "Hi, I'm Alfred," a tall, muscular man said. "Yes, we are expecting you. Welcome," I said as I moved back so he could come ins
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