Unexpected Blessing Pt. 02

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams. Contents: F, M/m, fetish, BDSM, blackmail, nonconsensual, degradation, verbal/situational humiliation, insults, raw/emotional, name calling, forced bi, bisexual, infidelity, clothed female nude male, ex-girlfriend, submission, psuedo-cuckold, oral (M/m, nonconsensual), non-consent, documentation without consent, threats, emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, emotional sadism, gloves, lube, heels Let's begin! ********** "So I'm here, what do you want?" I wrapped my arms a little around myself, in part from nervousness and in part from the cold - this concrete block of a room, some sort of an abandoned warehouse or working facility, probably never had any sort of heating installed to begin with and sure as hell wasn't feeling super cozy now. "No need to be so curt with me, you

She sighed as she leaned on the counter, her mind drifting as she absent-mindedly mixed her favorite drink. It had been a stressful week and all she wanted now was to relax, enjoy her weekend and her man. She'd been pushing hard to finish the project at work, and her constant worries about completing it to her exacting standards has been weighing her down. She knew she was a perfectionist, but that's the way she'd always been, and it has served her well so far, 2 promotions within 2 years and she was climbing the ladder fast. She had been pushing so hard, she did worry that he was feeling neglected, and that brought a frown to her delicate features. But that small frown disappeared as she realized he'd be walking in the door soon. The sound of his diesel truck pulling in the driveway a welcome respite from the weariness weighing on her. Catching a whiff of his scent, the sweat, aftershave and musk of a hard day's work pouring off of him stirs a longing in her as h

"I don't want to hear about how the gardener you're hired is working out or anything else about the garden you're putting in down at Aquia Cove except in resale potential. I want to hear a date when you've moving up here to my apartment in Alexandria, Stacy." Jason didn't couch it in terms of an ultimatum, but that essentially was what it was—what it had been for the past three months that I'd continued with the renovations on the cottage overlooking the Aquia Cove off the Potomac River north of Fredericksburg, Virginia. I had continued despite Jason's increasingly expressed distaste for the place and my continuing with my plans to renovate and keep the house. This part of Jason Jamison, who was an aide to a deputy secretary in some administration or other in Washington, D.C., was coming out more and more by day and was as irritating as it was distressing. He was taking the same tack with my writing. I was a novelist—Romance novels. It paid the r

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Jenny and Mark pulled the moving truck to a stop in front of their new home. It was a pale yellow 2 story house, in a suburban area, where all the houses looked the same in different colors. The area was perfect for the newlyweds, who were trying to start a family. Jenny came from a rich family and her Daddy paid for the house. She was so ecstatic that at 23 she had a Bachelor's in Sociology, a perfect husband and their own home all debt free. Jenny wasn't your typical beauty queen. At 5'3 she was a small little package. Her slender body had very little curves. But her proportioned body drew the eyes of many. Of course the red tank top stretched over her 32b tits, and the short Jean skirt helped a little too. Jenny's husband was a nice treat as well. With his slicked back dark black hair, and his broad chin he could have had any girl. Of course as the star QB in a football town, he did have many. Jenny met him in college and never got to see that side of him. She met

"Is something wrong, Casey?" her dad asked, "You're being awfully quiet." The two of them were at the diner around the street from the hotel, grabbing some breakfast before they searched for the trickster again. So far, Casey had been strictly focused on her plate of eggs and toast, completely unable to meet her father's eyes, not after the dream she had last night. Just the thought of it had her turning red in the cheeks. "I'm fine, just some strange dreams last night," Casey answered quickly. Her dad nodded and drank his cup of coffee down. "I tried turning in early, might have had a couple of beers too many. I couldn't get to sleep for over an hour, the room directly over me was so noisy." He shook his head and drained the last bit of his coffee. "Sounded like they were having fun though." Casey blushed even harder at hearing that her dad had overheard her having sex with Derek. At least he didn't know it was he