I Kissed my Brother by Mistake Ch. 02

This story contains offensive language. Enjoy! Tyrell "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Emmanuel asked when I walked in the kitchen. After driving around all last night trying to keep myself from cursing Bassir out I ended up at his house. No fucking body was home so I drove back home and went to sleep. I've been up all night thinking about this one nigga. I ain't never been pressed over a bitch so to be pressed over a nigga is mind blowing to me. I can't possibly want to be with him even though that's what every fiber in my being is telling me. "Nothing nigga leave me alone. All in my shit like you the damn cops." He flipped me off walking away. I'm not in the mood for his shit. I got class anyway and I'm ready to curse Bassir out. I tucked my gun in my pants and left out. I got to class before everybody else. Bassir hadn't even come in yet. He still wasn't here when people started rolling in. That's not like him. "Hey I&

Miss Penny's report outlines some of how we all reached the point where I was presenting my open arsehole to her and Dame Suzie at the instruction of my owner, Bella, but stops there. It is my duty to continue it. Even reflecting now, a blush comes to my cheeks. There is a fine line for a submissive between humiliation, which on the whole is what we crave, and degradation, which some of us crave, but also fear. As I have explained to Bella, that moment would be where I would fix the line. Crawling into the room on a leash wearing nothing but my kitten ears and a collar, my hair dyed pink was humiliating. Miss Penny and Dame Suzie seeing me like that pushed the notch up several degrees. From my position on all fours, I could see that Miss Penny's knickers had a wet spot, and that underneath her kimono, Dame Suzie had no knickers on. I was close enough to smell their scent and know what, or rather who, it was inspired it. Being told by my owner to get the bag with the tail and

The restaurant was busy. It had taken forever for the food to appear and I was feeling bored and restless. My husband went on and on about the conference he had just attended in Florida, but I had tuned out long ago. All it took was the occasional nod from me for conversation to keep flowing. Idly I pushed my food around the plate and concentrated on my glass of chardonnay, conversations around us provided a steady hum of background noise. I listened as a woman next to us chatted to her friend about her recent vacation in Italy and I hung on to every word. Her stories were far more interesting than the same old conference chat. A soft Scottish accent caught my attention and I immediately began scanning the room to see who had spoken. A good looking man with long dark hair sat at table close by with a blond woman. He was leaning back in his chair, a glass of red wine in hand while the woman talked about a wedding she had gone to. It was immediately obvious he was bored by the expressi

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I knew it was a dumb idea to walk home from work by myself. It was dark even though it wasn't too late, and the route home wasn't exactly through the busiest or safest of routes. But I had done that walk a thousand times! How was I supposed to know this time would be any different. But it was. I was about half way home, it was cold so I had on my jacket, hat and scarf. I was walking through the park, admiring the eerie view of the trees in the orange glow of the street lights. That's when I noticed the man walking towards me. I didn't have any reason to be nervous, it's not like he was following me because he came from another direction. My guard was up but I felt fairly calm and just avoided looking at him as our paths came closer to crossing. "Excuse me?" My heart started pounding in my chest as he spoke. My head started to wonder if I should be running. "I'm so sorry to bother you but do you know where Bank Street is? I calmed a little, looki

This story contains explicit content with strong language, explicit sexual details, and some violence. This story is a complete work of fiction, everyone in this story consents to any sexual activity in this story, it is not forced on any character in any way. Every character is over the age of 18 years old, their names in this story if are real person is completely coincidental. *********** My name is Melinda and I am 21 years old and I have just moved into my first apartment on my own. It feels so great to finally have a place of my own. No sister to share the basement with, or have her peeking and pussy twatted me when I got a guy over. I cannot tell you how many times my sister Stacy has pussy twatted me. You know how guys call other dudes cock blockers right, well I came up with a saying for when a sister does it to me constantly. My sister is the biggest pussy twatter, I have ever had to deal with. There was this one guy I liked and because of my sister, she ruined my chance wi