The Reunion Trap Ch. 05

This is a fictional story and everyone is over the age of 18. This writing is going to be "His views and her side of the story. The fans view is included. I'm experimenting. Pre Match thoughts: Jay: Ok, I think I am ready for my match with Holy. Ingrid has been training me hard. My muscles are sore but yesterday I rested. Looking in the mirror, I'm in the best shape of my life. I've gained a few pounds, but I believe it is all muscle. I've watched the videos over and over again. Holly is a little bit dangerous with one hold that I have to watch out for. She used to work for a Urologist and has been known to check someone's prostate while giving someone a blowjob or yanking a guy's penis. I've heard that Holly has been strength training for the last two weeks. I'm not sure of what to expect. I want to get this match over with. Holly: I know I am ready for tonight's match. (Looking in the mirror) Damn! This body is going to make him chicken out.

When my final college class let out for the day, I ran to the front parking lot to meet my Mom. She'd told me when I saw her earlier that morning that she would pick me up from college. Even though I was old enough, and most of my friends got theirs a few years before, I still hadn't gotten a driver's license. Taking the city bus was no fun, so anytime I could get a ride to or from school, it was a good day. My excitement turned to dread when I spotted Jordan and his meathead college football buddies standing at the spot where she said she would pick me up. Thankfully mom wasn't there yet, but she would be soon. I didn't want my jock bullies around for the pickup. I walked toward the spot, keeping to myself and hoping the muscled guys would leave me alone, but of course that wasn't in the cards. As soon as I got to the pickup spot, Jordan began bullying me. "Dude, it must suck not having a man around the house, eh?" Jordan taunted me. "Your Dad

This is Jess, your nudist friend. Last time I told you all about my first day at a nudist resort in South Carolina. I became a regular weekend visitor at Carolina Foothills Resort in Chesnee, S.C. after my first visit to the club in 2001. So you might ask, what goes on at nudist resorts? Well, we enjoyed laying out getting a tan by the pool, sometimes a group of us relaxed in the club's hot tub. We could get 10 nudists in there if we stayed close to each other. The more people, the better it was. Another thing we always liked in the big pool was water volleyball, which was always great fun, competitive, and visual. Nothing like seeing tits bouncing around when a pretty lady jumped up to hit the volleyball. It was always fun to see someone's shaved pussy when they got out of the pool, sat on the side, or dried off with a towel. More than anything we enjoyed each other's company. It is not always as sexual at a resort as you might imagine. Sure people hook up and have sex i

Author's Note #1 -- The following story is an actual fantasy of mine based on real events. Similar to my previous story about my mother-in-law, the characters in the story are based on my wife's actual family, and they are described and presented almost exactly how they are in real life. As they say, "write what you know," right? ;) Author's Note #2 -- Not too far into this story, there is a conversation between three women. This is based on an actual conversation that I had the (mis?)fortune of being around for. As well, there is a video mentioned in the story, which is also based on a real video. These two things brought to life a new fantasy for me, and now here it is in writing. Author's Note #3 -- This is also my submission for the 2021 Summer Lovin' contest. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) --- --- --- --- --- A Week at the Lake Cabin "Hurry the fuck up, Jordan!" my wife yelled from the bottom of the sta

She thought she could may be run for another twenty minutes, but her lungs were already feeling like they could burst through her ribs. She wasn't exactly scared, but she was in no rush to be caught either. She'd seen the videos of what had happened to the other girls who had previously answered the advertisement, amd she knew what had happened to them afterwards, at the time she didn't really care, it sounded interesting and had made her horny. It had all started out innocent enough when she had picked up a Femdom magazine in the local bookstore. Unlike the other magazines in this section with the usual tall latex clad Mistresses and their male slaves, the one which she found herself drawn to was a little lower down than the rest and instead of a male slave this particular magazine had a female slave, wrapped around the feet of a Mistress who herself was holding a thick metal collar and a long chain. it was the different format and Mistress and female submissive that mad

"You look beautiful," Master came up behind me as I was painting contour across my stomach. "Thank you, Master." "I like your makeup techniques. He watched as I added more color and brushed the lines to make my abs appear as if they were in fact, more muscular than they truly were. I had spent almost an hour on my face, especially my eyes because I planned on wearing a face veil. My costume was black and gold, a simple halter, skirt, and coin belt. I had a dark veil with coins attached pinned in my hair. I added plenty of gold bangles around my wrists. "Are you wearing panties, Aniyah?" "Yes, Master." "Take them off." I reached under my full skirt and removed them. "Put them in your mouth." I did. "Close your lips." I did and out came the silver duct tape. Master held up a long black cloth. "This better matches your outfit, my dear." He tied it over my mouth and nose. "Are you able to breathe?&q

"When dawn is near, a smart Vampire takes cover anywhere," Khadija Hassan said, and the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned African Vampire pointed at the dumpster at the back of the warehouse. When the going gets tough, beggars definitely can't be choosers. Alana Dantas looked at the dumpster and frowned. The sky was slowly turning pink, and there was no time to get back to the Lair. The two Vampires dove into the dumpster and pulled the cover. No other choice under those circumstances... Earlier, Khadija Hassan and her lover and protegee Alana Dantas got into it with a certain wealthy Arab couple and their well-armed bodyguards. Long story short? The two Black female Vampires killed several humans, and were now on the run. Khadija hadn't planned on leaving the City of Juba so soon but life is full of surprises, even for the blood drinking Undead. Experienced Vampires like Khadija should know better than to get comfortable anywhere... The night started out nicely enough. J

The university library was nearly empty as I sat alone at one of the carrel desks. I had been working on my group project by myself for over two hours when I felt someone under the table. I couldn't tell who as the partitions at the back and sides provided privacy. I felt someone sip down the fly on my jeans, then fish my already hard member out of my pants. Someone was about to suck my dick. Any other day or time, I would have questioned this. That night I didn't. Football was a big deal on campus. The semifinal playoff game had started a few hours before and our college football was set to win. Since it was a home game, my group and everyone else who could was down at the stadium at some tailgate party. There was over 100,000 people in the stadium and who knows how many more at the tailgate party. I assumed either someone had lost a bet, or the classmates in my group project had set me a reward for finishing their parts of the project, or maybe this was some sorority hazing