Heart Is Where the Home Is Ch. 02

This is not a part in the series I started of the random erotic couplings of the couple. This is an actual true story, slightly embellished (I was probably a lot more awkward in real life), of how I met a stranger online, You don't find many 18-year-old virgins. But, alas, I was a semester into community college, still living at my parent's house, and was a virgin. No cock ever came close to me. The most action I got was the boyfriend in my senior year, who was too scared to grab my ass when we were making out. Ironically, he was the one who believed in saving himself until marriage. He was black and, from lowkey grinding on him, had a huge penis. So I did what any introverted, unconfident female would do. I signed up on an online meet up site and ordered a shit ton of toys. I took some pictures, updated my interests (which were a ton), and went fishing. Ideally, I would have loved to find a fuck buddy, to prevent having to find a new hook up every time. After a few (okay, a

Kass looked at the woman with panic in his eyes but she just smiled at him. "Oh don't worry. I always give paralysis potions to people I burn here so they don't run around too much. As long as you hurry and clean up everything quickly nothing will happen to you," she said with a soothing and even friendly voice. "But I can't do it now. The floor is too hot. Maybe I can do it after it cools down," he said while trying to keep his mind focused. "Just go on. It will be more fun to watch," was her simple answer. Disbelief appeared on his face. He couldn't understand how someone could enjoy making him do this. It looked like she really didn't intend to let him out so he took a deep breath and stepped on the hot floor. He picked up the broom and the shovel and he started to sweep the ashes on the shovel as quickly as he could and then he dumped them in the bucket. The floor was burning his feet. It became unbearable after a couple of minute

[Thanks to HEY ALL for proofreading and suggestions to improve my (completely fictional) story.] He knew I would not refuse him when he called me over. I knew what he wanted. He was going to use me to satisfy his perverted sex fantasies. My only hope was to not cross the street. Not go to him. To just keep on walking. He stood there leaning on the door frame. Watching as I walked to him. My cock already getting hard. He didn't speak. Merely stepping aside, inviting me to enter. It was not an invitation! It was a demand. A demand to give my self to him, to be used for his sexual pleasure. ("Refuse! Leave! Just walk away!") Once I was inside he told me to strip. I took off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, loosened my slacks, letting them drop to the floor. I stood before him, nude. Almost! "Lose the socks and briefs! I told you to STRIP!" Only after I was completely nude did he close the door behind me. I could only wonder how many saw me standing there naked befo

"Good boy, I'm so proud of you." The words seemed to be inside my head. It took me a while to realise that Ma'am was whispering them against my latex covered head. My body was awash in the amazing sensations running through my cock. Ma'am's thumb was still working it's magic but I was somehow divorced from proceedings. "Do you want to cum baby?" I didn't even think, I just shook my head. All I wanted was to stay like this for as long as possible, in some sort of pre orgasmic bliss. Her thumb slowed and she began to pump my cock with her fist. Her hand was on my shaft and she avoided touching my head, but her grip was tight. Each pump felt like it forced even more blood into my already engorged member. "Remember tonight baby. Remember these feelings and remember that you have made me very happy." Her hand left me and she got up. A minute later the freezing towel was wrapped around me. I felt some disappointment but mostly I was inc

Under Eleanor's protection, a slow kind of healing begins. The elder's house is a sanctuary from the familiar misery of Schönbrunn. Eleanor believes she has seen and known everything in her long life. She says Amelia's infatuation with Meryem is nothing more than the madness of a blood bond. Perhaps Felix wants Amelia to teach Eleanor the same lesson she taught Meryem. How to feel again, love again, and then lose it all. Would that be close enough to justice? Amelia can only confess the truth to Eleanor so many times before it becomes unbearable. Sometimes the elder laughs it off as foolishness, sometimes the betrayal cuts her deeply. Without fail, Felix tears the memory painfully from Eleanor's mind within the hour leaving the elder shaken and disoriented, and no wiser. Knowing her sire's nature well now, Amelia pays careful attention to which of her emotions to feed. Love, even grief and sorrow nourish Felix. Violence and jealousy aggravate his shadow. He insist