Safe Sex Stories

Sequel to the Limnophile story "My Smoky Ladies". Like his dad, Craig Junior has a smoking fetish. His sisters inherited their mothers' thirst for nicotine. If you don't like vapes or smoking, this obviously isn't the story for you. Cover picture is Aunt Sherry, when she was 21.

Nellie initially resists but soon internalizes the concept, transforming her nudity from a source of shame into an unassailable "armor." Zara's psychological conditioning extends to Nellie's day job as a leasing agent, her home life with her husband Pete, and even her most intimate biological functions. As Nellie surrenders her autonomy, she discovers the gallery's founders are permanently sealed in glass coffins, their sacrifice part of a perpetual artistic legacy. Pete's horror turns to a grim

This is my true experience when I joined as a clerk in a warehouse after my school education. I had my first time sex experience with the women employed in that place for cleaning grains. It lasted for about two years, daily fucking them in manyways.

Bad love, something I'm not too proud of.

This is a heartfelt story about four childhood friends, three guys and one girl, growing up together. It’s messy, funny, and realistic, showing how their close-knit friendship gets tested as they stumble through puberty and all the awkwardness that comes with it. You’ll read how their bond changes, cracks, and sometimes even breaks under the weight of growing up. It’s one of those stories that feels super specific to them but also totally relatable, like you’re right there with them. Enjoy! :)

Teen brother and sister get sex lessons from Auntie, while in Italy. Includes bisexual males, bi females, group sex, and a little incest. Not amazing, but pretty good for something I imagined and typed up while stuck at an airport for half a day.

An Alpha-Dialogue Story
She approaches climax, as he approaches her clit -- VERY SLOWLY.

What could beat, in risk avoidance, if you have a fetish for fourteen-year-old boys, a scheme of arranging a hookup on Key West in the shore time of a Caribbean cruise port call—arranging a hookup on board, making the hookup after getting off the ship, and getting back on the ship and sailing away after humping the boy in a seedy motel? What possibly could spoil that?