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The Forgotten Melody

In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there stood an old, weathered house that had long been abandoned. The villagers often spoke in hushed tones about the eerie melodies that would drift from its broken windows during moonlit nights. Some believed it was haunted; others thought it was merely the wind playing tricks.<br><br>Elena, a young and curious pianist from the village, had always been intrigued by these tales. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, she decided to uncover the truth. Armed with her courage and a lantern, she approached the creaking house.<br><br>Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Elena was met with a symphony of dust motes dancing in the fading light. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and forgotten memories. As she ventured further, her eyes caught sight of an antique grand piano, its surface cloaked in a thick layer of dust.<br><br>Compelled by an unseen force, Elena approached the instrument and brushed her fingers over the keys. To her astonishment, the piano was perfectly tuned. She sat down and began to play a melody that had been echoing in her mind since childhood—a tune her grandmother used to hum but whose origin was unknown to her.<br><br>As the notes filled the room, a soft, ethereal glow emanated from the piano. Before her eyes, a translucent figure materialized—a woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile. Elena's fingers froze on the keys, her heart pounding.<br><br>"Do not be afraid," the apparition spoke in a melodious voice. "I have been waiting for someone to remember."<br><br>"Who are you?" Elena managed to whisper.<br><br>"I am Isabella," the spirit replied. "Long ago, I was the pianist of this village. This melody you play was my own composition, one that I feared had been lost to time."<br><br>Elena's mind raced. Her grandmother had often spoken of a gifted pianist named Isabella who had vanished mysteriously decades ago.<br><br>"How can I help you?" Elena asked, her voice filled with compassion.<br><br>"By sharing this melody with the world," Isabella said. "It was my life's work, and through it, I can find peace."<br><br>Tears welled in Elena's eyes as she nodded. "I promise."<br><br>From that day forward, Elena played Isabella's composition at every village gathering, ensuring that the forgotten melody would echo through generations. And with each performance, she felt Isabella's presence, a gentle reminder that music has the power to bridge even the deepest chasms of time.

by Luca

m/f risky sex public/private

Afternoon on the Balcony

Sofia leaned forward, her palms resting on the warm iron railing. Below, scooters buzzed through narrow alleys, and tourists snapped selfies without ever looking up. The golden sunlight clung to her skin like honey. Behind her, Aidan watched. She wore nothing but a thin silk robe, loosely tied at her waist. The breeze lifted it just enough to reveal the bottom curve of her ass, and the red lace thong she’d left on for exactly this reason. He hadn’t touched her yet — not since breakfast, when she’d whispered in his ear: I want you to take me outside. Now he was hard just looking at her. “You’re sure?” he asked again. Sofia turned her head slightly, dark hair catching the sun. “If you’re too scared, I can go back inside.” He was behind her in seconds. Aidan pressed his chest to her back, hand sliding over her hip, finding the tie of her robe and tugging it loose in one fluid motion. The fabric fell apart, revealing her completely. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured against her ear. “And you love it.” His hand dipped between her thighs. She was already wet — hot and ready and brazen. “Fuck, Sofia…” She arched her back, pushing her ass into him, grinding against his hardness through his sweats. “Right here,” she whispered. “I want to feel the sun when you fuck me.” He pulled his cock free, gripped the base, and guided it between her legs. No teasing. No games. Just one slow, deep thrust. Sofia’s head dropped forward, her mouth opening in a silent gasp. Aidan filled her completely, his hands gripping her hips like he might lose his mind. She clenched around him. “Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered, breath hitching. “Even if someone sees.” “Oh, sweetheart,” he growled, starting to move, “I hope they do.” He fucked her hard — rough, deep thrusts that made the balcony shake beneath their feet. Her moans were swallowed by the sounds of the city, masked just enough by traffic and voices to feel safe… but not completely. At one point, a man on a neighboring balcony lit a cigarette. He paused. Looked up. And smiled. Sofia didn’t stop. She locked eyes with him — not Aidan, but the stranger across the way — and came, her whole body convulsing in waves of reckless pleasure. Aidan followed seconds later, spilling inside her with a grunt and a shudder that rocked them both. After, she turned around, face flushed, hair wild. “We are definitely doing that again,” she said. Aidan just laughed, still catching his breath. “You’re fucking insane.” She kissed him hard. “And you love it.”

by Luca

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Backdoor Bliss

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm the flutter of nerves in my stomach. I was on all fours on our bed, my cheek pressed to the cool sheets, and my boyfriend Adrian was kneeling behind me, caressing my hips soothingly. "We’ll go slow, baby," he said in that gentle tone that made me feel safe. I nodded, "I trust you." We’d talked about trying anal sex for weeks, and tonight I finally felt ready. Adrian leaned forward and placed a line of soft kisses down my spine, helping me relax. I felt the cool drizzle of lube as he applied it generously between my buttocks. His fingers massaged it around my tight entrance, and I shivered at the slippery sensation. One finger began to probe, and I inhaled sharply. "Okay?" he checked. "Mhmm," I hummed, pushing back slightly to encourage him. Slowly, his finger slid inside my ass. It felt strange—an unfamiliar pressure—but not painful. I focused on the deep warmth of his other hand stroking my lower back and let the initial discomfort ebb. He worked me open patiently, one finger, then two, until I was moaning and pushing back against his hand, surprising myself with how pleasurable the fullness felt. "I think I’m ready," I whispered, voice shaky with anticipation. Adrian withdrew his fingers and positioned himself. My heart pounded as I felt the blunt tip of his lubed cock press against my puckered opening. "Relax for me," he reminded. I let out a long breath and willed my body to unclench. Gently, he began to push. The head of his cock stretched me wider than his fingers had, and I couldn’t help a small whimper. He paused immediately. "Keep breathing, love," he soothed, rubbing my hips. I did as he said, and gradually my body yielded. With a slow, steady pressure, the head popped past the tight ring of muscle and into me. A gasp escaped my lips. There was a burning pinch that quickly faded, replaced by an intense sensation of fullness. "Oh my god," I breathed. "Talk to me," Adrian urged, concern lacing his arousal-thick voice. "It’s okay... you can move," I assured him, surprising myself with how much I meant it. Carefully, he eased further in, inch by inch. My toes curled into the sheets as I accommodated him. It was such an illicit, deep feeling—I felt him in places I never had before. Finally, he was fully seated, his pelvis flush against my buttocks. "You’re so tight," he groaned, hands gripping my waist. The pride in his voice sent a thrill through me. "You feel so...filling," I answered in a half-moan. He began to move then, drawing back slowly and pushing in with a bit more confidence. My body adjusted to the rhythm, and soon the initial sting vanished completely, replaced by a building pleasure. Adrian reached around with one hand to caress my clit as he thrust gently into my ass. That combination made me cry out, the mixture of slight pain and immense pleasure overwhelming in the best way. "God, yes," I whimpered, resting my forehead on the mattress as sensation rolled through me. Gradually, he increased his pace, sensing my growing comfort. The taboo of it all—my boyfriend claiming me in this final, intimate way—made me lightheaded with arousal. "Adrian... yes..." I moaned unabashedly. The tension coiled in my belly; shockingly, I realized I was close to coming just from this. "I’m gonna come," I gasped, half disbelief, half warning. "Come for me," he murmured, circling my clit faster. With a cry, I let go, my orgasm washing over me in warm, pulsing waves. I clenched hard around him, and Adrian groaned my name, his rhythm stuttering. He pressed deep and held, throbbing inside me as he filled the condom (he’d insisted for safety) with his release. He stayed still for a moment, rubbing soothing circles on my lower back as we both caught our breath. Gently, he pulled out, and I whimpered at the emptiness. We collapsed onto our sides, and Adrian immediately gathered me into his arms. "Are you okay?" he asked, worry and love etched on his face. I smiled, a tear of relief at the corner of my eye. "Better than okay," I whispered, kissing him softly. He grinned and kissed me back, holding me tighter. In the hush of our bedroom, we giggled like kids who got away with something naughty. We had ventured into new territory together, and found nothing but bliss.

by Nina

genre: erotic romance kink: anal sex tone: tender

At Her Feet

I knelt reverently on the bedroom floor, my gaze fixed on Olivia’s dainty feet as she sat on the edge of the bed. My heart pounded with anticipation. Above me, Olivia giggled softly. "You look like you're about to unwrap the best present," she teased. In truth, that’s exactly how I felt. Her feet were perfection—high arches, cute painted toes, and soft soles that I dreamed about. Tonight, she had agreed to let me worship them fully. Gently, I lifted her right foot in both hands and brought it to my lips. I pressed a tender kiss to the top, and a shiver visibly ran up Olivia’s leg. "That tickles," she murmured, but her voice had a husky edge. I continued my worship, trailing kisses down to her toes. One by one, I took those delicate toes into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around them. Olivia gasped, falling back on her elbows to watch me through lidded eyes. Seeing her reacting to my fetish sent a bolt of arousal straight to my cock. "God, that feels... surprisingly good," she breathed as I lavished attention on her left foot now, licking a slow line along her sole. I couldn't help the low groan of pleasure that escaped me; her skin tasted slightly salty and sweet, and every moan she made spurred me on. My erection strained painfully against my pants, but I ignored it for now, focused solely on pleasing her. Olivia, however, had other ideas. "Come up here," she said, tugging on my shoulder. Obediently, I rose, and she guided me to lie on my back on the rug. With a mischievous smile, she used her feet to slowly rub the bulge in my pants. I sucked in a breath as her toes pressed against my hardness. She giggled, clearly enjoying the power of this moment. "You like that?" she purred, sliding her foot up and down along my covered length. "Yes," I groaned, "so much." She motioned for me to remove my pants, and I did so in record time, freeing my aching cock. Olivia bit her lip at the sight. Then, gracefully, she placed her feet on either side of my shaft and began to move them in a smooth stroking motion. The slickness of a bit of lotion she’d applied earlier made her soles glide easily. I gasped—this was beyond anything I'd imagined. The soft arches of her feet squeezed around me, pumping my shaft with surprising dexterity. Pleasure flared through me as she increased the pace. One foot teased my tip, rubbing the sensitive head, while the other massaged my base. "Oh, Olivia... I'm close," I warned, cheeks burning both from ecstasy and the vulnerability of how quickly I was about to come undone. "Good," she whispered, "I want to see it." Her encouragement and the erotic sight of her pretty feet working my cock sent me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I came, hot spurts of cum spilling onto my stomach and even across her toes. The release was intense—perhaps the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had. Olivia giggled in delight and slowed her movements, gently milking the last drops from me with her toes. Panting, I sat up slightly, immediately reaching for her feet again. I couldn’t help myself—I took her cummy toes into my mouth, cleaning them off one by one while she watched with wide, fascinated eyes. When I was done, she pulled me up onto the bed with her. "That was incredible," she admitted, kissing me deeply. I tasted a hint of myself on her lips and felt no shame. We curled up together, her feet affectionately tangled with mine. I felt contentment wash over me. I had worshipped my goddess, and she had loved every minute of it.

by Jovan

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On a Leash

I nuzzled my head against Master’s thigh, letting out a soft "meow" as I peered up at him. The black cat ears on my headband perked forward. Master smiled and scratched under my chin, sending a delighted shiver through me. I arched my back slightly, leaning into his touch just like a pampered kitten. The bell on the collar around my neck jingled with the movement. "Good girl," he murmured. The praise made warmth bloom in my chest. On all fours on the living room rug, wearing only lacy black panties and the attached tail plug that nestled snugly in my backside, I felt completely in character. I was his pet tonight, and I loved it. He held the end of my leash, giving it a gentle tug. "Come," he commanded softly. I crawled forward, following him on hands and knees as he led me. The slight tug at my collar and the pressure of the tail plug with each movement kept me achingly aware of my submission. When he sat down in the armchair, I obediently climbed into his lap, curling up with my head on his knee. Master stroked my hair and ran his hand approvingly down my nearly naked back, stopping just above the curve of my ass where the fluffy black tail protruded. I couldn’t help the contented purr that escaped me. After a few moments, his hand slipped around to cup my breast, thumb teasing my nipple. I gasped, a decidedly un-catlike sound, and arched into his palm. My body was on fire for him. "Does my kitten want something?" he asked, voice dripping with teasing. "Yes, Master," I whispered, rubbing my cheek against his chest. "Please... I need you." He lifted me off his lap and guided me to bend over the arm of the chair. My leash dangled off to the side as I braced myself on the cushion, presenting myself to him. Master slid my panties down, and I felt cool air on my soaked pussy. "Such a needy little pet," he chuckled, running two fingers along my slit. I whimpered, pushing back toward his hand. Finally, I heard the sound of his zipper. My heart raced. With one hand on my hip and the other holding my leash, Master pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. In one slow stroke, he sheathed himself inside me. "Mmm, so tight, kitten," he groaned. I mewled loudly, tail plug amplifying the sensation of fullness as his thick cock stretched my pussy. He began to thrust, and the jolts caused the bell on my collar to chime in a lewd rhythm. Each time he pulled back, the tug on my collar reminded me of my place—completely under his control. I loved every second. "Master... yes...," I cried out, voice muffled slightly by the cushion as waves of pleasure rolled through me. He pounded me harder, making the tail plug bounce lightly with each impact and sending sparks of pleasure through me. It didn’t take long before I was gone, an animal in heat. My orgasm crashed over me; I let out a wailing moan, thighs quivering as I came around his cock. The intense pulses pushed Master over the edge soon after. With a final deep thrust and a growl of "Good girl," he emptied himself into the condom he had managed to put on earlier, filling me with his heat as he shuddered through his release. He collapsed forward, covering my back with his warm weight for a moment, both of us panting. Gently, Master unclipped my leash and removed my cat-ear headband, but left the collar on. He turned me around, lifting me into his arms. We sank into the armchair together, me curled up on his lap once more. He stroked my hair as I rested my head on his shoulder, both of us basking in the glow of our play. "You were the perfect pet," he murmured. I beamed with pride, nuzzling his neck affectionately. In his arms, by the soft jingle of my collar bell, I felt utterly loved and completely his.

by Solomon

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