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Jack’s CreepyPastas: The Horrible Truth About Alien Abductions

This is another video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This is a CreepyPasta that I wrote and narrated myself. Enjoy!

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Sexy Short Story: Homecoming Loving

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a notification I got about a high school reunion. I didn’t enjoy high school and I imagine many others didn’t, either. Hopefully, this story helps in some small way. Enjoy!

“Here we are…Ridgeway High School…for the first time in ten years,” mused Lorilee “Lori” Ming.

“It’s remarkable,” said her fiancé, Lance Marlow. “The old nightmare factory has changed, but not too much.”

“Not nearly enough, from the looks of it.”

“I want to say it made us strong, but…”

Lance’s words trailed off. He just kept staring back at the structure he once dreaded, squeezing Lori’s hand tightly and holding her closer. She squeezed back, needing no further reminders of what they experienced at Ridgeway High School. The memories were still so vivid.

She and Lance did not have an ideal youth. It wasn’t entirely because of their experience in high school, but those years were the ultimate manifestation of so many hardships. When she was ten-years-old, her parents split up after multiple acts of cheating and several violent outbursts from her father. Finding out her older sister was fathered by another man certainly didn’t help, either.

Lance’s circumstances weren’t much better. He didn’t even know who his dad was. His mother also couldn’t confirm the biological fathers of his two siblings, Dana and Marleen. That didn’t stop her from conning several men into paying her child support. But it did hinder her ability to be the kind of caring mother he needed, especially after he endured a number of health problems as a kid.

Their troubled home life eventually bled into high school and in all the wrong ways. Between his health issues and his mother’s reputation as the town harlot, he was an easy target to pick on. Lori became a target too after a series of public outbursts that closely mirrored her parents. It didn’t take much to set her off. And some of her mischievous peers thought it was funny to push her buttons. Something as simple as a snide remark about her hair was all it took.

“This place brought out the worst in us,” Lori said under her breath. “I hate what it made me. And I hate how I dealt with it.”

She turned to her fiancé and buried her face in his shoulder, hiding the light sobs that overcame her. Lance remained stern and strong, as he often did during difficult times. It was one of the many traits that drew her to him. While they didn’t start dating until after high school, they both knew each other. And they understood and appreciated one another’s plight.

She and Lance watched one another endure years of frustration, mishaps, and emotional damage. They also watched one another hit rock bottom. Lance had an emotional breakdown his senior year when he made himself sick on purpose in hopes of losing weight. Lori managed to get herself suspended after another violent outburst against someone who joked about her sisters. They actually first connected in the principal’s office that day. It ended up being a major turning point because that was when they started turning their lives around.

“Surviving this place was a necessary step,” said Lori. “Meeting you was an unexpected twist.”

“And a damn good one,” said Lance. “That might have been the first lucky break in my life to that point.”

“I’d say better late than never, but that would be insensitive.”

“Wouldn’t make it any less accurate,” he said with a weak smile.

Lori smiled back, hiding more sobs. Looking away from the school and towards the man she loved, the less bleak parts of her life came into focus.

It started with therapy. Lori had to undergo a lot of therapy to confront and deal with her many personal issues. Lance went through therapy too, but he also committed himself to being less sickly. Getting away from his mother and her abusive nature certainly helped. But he also had to work with doctors and trainers to lose weight, get off old medications, and improve his health.

While they were going through this process, they attended the same community college. That was where they started dating. They actually watched one another improve from the complete mess they’d been in high school, eventually becoming functional adults – a feat few in their graduating class thought was possible.

It still took years to build better lives for themselves. It wasn’t until Lance secured his job as a social worker that he proposed to her. And Lori accepted, even before she landed a full-time job as a paralegal. It might have been easier for both of them to just forget the awful years they spent at Ridgeway High School completely. That was certainly their preferred recourse.

Then, they got an invitation to their ten-year reunion. And instead of throwing it away, they both agreed to confront this horror. They even traveled back to their hometown, arriving the day before the festivities – just to take in and process the scene before them.

“I’m kind of glad we’re doing this,” Lance said, breaking the silence.

“Kind of?” Lori said with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t like revisiting these painful memories. And I certainly don’t like being somewhere that made me so miserable,” he explained. “But at the same time…this is something we had to confront.”

“I don’t know that we had to,” she retorted, “but I see where you’re coming from. It does feel oddly therapeutic.”

“We can never undo the hardships we endured. And there’s only so much we can do to deal with the memories,” Lance went on. “But because of this place, I met you. And now we’re about to build a life together.”

Lori had to fight more sobs at such a tender sentiment. But she didn’t mind losing that fight.

“That’s…a beautiful thought, Lance,” she said, wiping away some tears. “It almost seems inappropriate for a place like this.”

“That gonna keep you from kissing me?”

“Hell no!”

She smiled warmly and he smiled back. He then embraced her tightly and gave a deep, affectionate kiss on the lips. Lori gladly returned the gesture, letting some of the pent-up emotions flow freely.

Being back at Ridgeway High School was difficult. They had visited the campus a day early just to give themselves a chance to process it all. Even though it brought back many painful memories, there was something profound about returning together. They had gone from two very broken individuals with many personal problems to an engaged couple, preparing to move forward with their lives instead of just healing from the past.

In that same moment, and within this powerful gesture, another bold feeling came over Lori. While kissing and embracing her finance, her eyes glanced briefly to the nearby football field, which was often empty this time of year. She then started kissing Lance deeper and with a more sensual undertone, her gestures sending clear, unambitious signals about what she desired.

“Umm…Lori?” Lance said, breathless as their lips parted, but their bodies remained close.

“Do me, Lance,” said Lori in a blunt, but impassioned tone. “Do me right now…on the 50-yard-line…for this school we both hate.”

That came off as more aggressive than she’d intended, but the grin on her fiancé’s face still widened. And while Lance was usually one to overthink an opportunity like this, he gladly made an exception.

“Meh. What’s the worst they could do? Suspend us?” he joked.

“They might still try,” she quipped. “So let’s make sure it’s worth it!”

They both laughed. They then kissed again, their embrace and gestures becoming more playful. But with the sun rapidly setting over the campus, Lori knew they had to move with urgency. So, with renewed energy and purpose, she latched onto Lance’s arm and led him towards the football field.

They moved swiftly and with purpose, sharing more excitement in that moment than they had since the day they left this accursed high school. Arriving at the football field, more memories came rushing back – memories of cheering classmates, raucous games, and meaningless school spirit. Neither one of them had a chance to enjoy the more typical rigors of adolescence. The school and their peers had robbed them of that.

Now, they were getting back at them in their own special way.

“Right here! Right on the school logo!” Lori said, practically tugging at Lance’s arm.

“Ground zero for Ridgeway pride? I love it!” he said.

“Shut up and start stripping, love.”

Lori led by example, swiftly slipping off her T-shirt, undoing her bra, and sliding out of her shorts. Lance caught up, getting his shirt and pants off almost as fast as he did the night he proposed to her.

She was down to her panties. He was down to his boxers. Standing with him in the middle of this field filled her with a strange kind of energy – the kind that quickly morphed into a strong arousal between her legs. Sharing that energy, Lance took her in his arms once more and laid her down atop the neatly cut grass. He then proceeded to make out with her like the horny teenagers that once populated this school.

“Kiss me…touch me…do everything the health teachers told us not to do!” said Lori.

Lance snickered, letting out one of those deep, masculine grunts he knew drove her wild. He drove her even more wild with some skilled, targeted foreplay.

He caressed her breasts, licked around her nipples, rubbed his thigh between her legs, and let the weight of his body press down against hers. It was more than enough to send Lori into a sexual frenzy, her heart and her loins in overdrive at the prospect of making love to Lance in such a bold setting.

It led her to reach for the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, freeing the growing erection they had barely contained. He returned the favor by slipping off her panties, leaving them both completely naked and completely exposed in this very open field. It added an element of danger to their sex. It also inspired Lori to take a very specific approach.

After a bit more of heavy foreplay, she shifted their bodies into a new position.

“Here…I’ll suck you off. You eat me out,” Lori said.

“Our health teacher definitely advised against this,” Lance commented.

“Which is why we should do it and enjoy it!”

Lance offered no argument. He gladly followed Lori until they were lying on their sides in a prefect 69 position – her facing his erect penis and him facing her engorged vagina. Nature must have been cheering them on because a warm breeze blew over the field, as if to encourage them to keep going. They gladly got the message.

Lance made the first move, pushing her thighs apart and burying his face in her womanhood. Lori made the next, grasping the base of his cock before enveloping his length between her lips. A succession of purrs and grunts followed, their naked bodies shifting and writhing together at the pleasure they evoked in one another.

It was beautifully harmonious while also being undeniably raunchy. This was reckless and probably illegal. But that didn’t stop them. It just motivated them to go the extra mile.

“Sucking a dick…getting my pussy eaten out…and enjoying every goddamn minute of it! And at a place that made me miserable for four years!”

The enthusiasm and energy really showed. Lori sucked harder and faster than she usually did when giving oral pleasure to her lover. Lance matched her every step of the way, plunging his tongue into her womanly folds and stimulating all the sensitive areas he knew so well. It might have made more sense to save this kind of passion for their honeymoon. But this felt like it would be more fulfilling in the long run.

Their shared efforts showed in the results. Lori felt Lance’s cock become fully erect between her lips. She was also very wet between her legs, ready for sex and not the gentle kind. Their bodies were on the same page. It was just a matter of who would make the next move.

“Take me,” Lori said through another breezy gust.

Like a reflex, they repositioned themselves again. Lori laid on her back again and Lance got on top of her. She then spread her legs, wrapped them around her waist, and drew him closer as they aligned their bodies for sex. Their eyes now locked – their gaze a mix of boldness and passion – Lori urged him to complete this reckless act.

With a thrust of his hips and a subtle shift of hers, they did it. Lance entered her waiting depths with his hardened flesh, penetrating her moist folds so smoothly and easily. Their flesh now entwined, they started moving together – making love to one another – indulging in this sweet feeling in a domain that had brought them so much misery.

“We’re doing this, Lori. We’re really…really…doing this,” Lance panted in between movements.

“Yes, Lance! We’re doing this!” she exclaimed. “We’re making love…right here…at Ridgeway High School!”

From there, an outpouring of pent-up emotions mixed perfectly with a familiar passion. The desire to make love and the desire to confront old demons converged in this reckless, but exhilarating act of intimacy. It was also quite energetic and heated.

Every thrust of the hips was more fervent and focused.

Every undulation was more intense, their naked bodies moving with greater purpose and poise.

Lance treated it like a retort to everyone in high school who made fun of him for being overweight and out of shape. Now, here he was making love to his beautiful fiancé with an intensity that would leave most men winded. Lori eagerly encouraged him, moaning loudly and joyously as he stimulated her innards with his ravenous humping. She raked her fingers down his back, moved her hips in conjunction with his, and showered him with messy, affectionate kissing.

It was wild, but in the best possible way. Together, she and Lance laughed, moaned, and gasped into the dusk of the warm summer night. They also mixed it up along the way, rolling about on the well-cut grass of the football field, making love in various positions. At one point, Lance flipped her onto all fours and thrust into her from behind. He also lightly pulled her hair back while squeezing her butt, something he knew drove her wild.

And as she took in this feeling, Lori looked back towards the school with a mix of bliss and disdain.

“You seeing this, Ridgeway?” she shouted at the building. “I’m back! I’m naked! And I’m fucking my future husband on your football field! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

Lori kept repeating that vulgar mantra as she shifted her torso upwards, which allowed her to reach down to her pelvis and fondle her clitoris through the motions. Lance reached down and helped, placing his hand atop her and applying some extra pressure.

That, along with her vulgar insults to the school, helped send her over the edge. And she achieved orgasm in a way she would not soon forget.

“Oohhhh fuck yes!” Lori shouted.

She made sure she was still staring at the school, as though she wanted to ghosts of her high school years to see her O-Face. She grinned with extra glee, biting her lower lip and arching her back as waves of pleasure rocked her body from within.

It felt so good, like many of the other orgasms she’d enjoyed with Lance. But having it here in a place that gave her so much misery just made it feel even better.

It was a feeling she wanted Lance to enjoy as well.

“You’re turn, love!” Lori said, still beaming from the ecstasy.

She took charge of their lovemaking. It almost caught Lance by surprised. His eyes widened with surprise as she turned around, pinned him on his back, and mounted him like an animal in heat. But a smile never left his face. And that smile widened even as she straddled his waist, lowered herself back down onto his sex, and started riding him with focused intent.

“Oh God! Lori…so beautiful,” Lance gasped.

It must have been quite a sight, watching her ride him with the light of the setting sun in the background. She made sure to give him plenty to admire, grasping his waist and dancing atop him in a special lover’s dance. She even squealed with delight as he reached up to fondle her bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples again as she guided him to his share of the ecstasy.

His grunts and gasped intensified.

Lori sensed he was close, feeling his manhood tense inside her depths in anticipation.

She watched with playful affectionate as his expression tensed in anticipation of his release. She leaned over, steadied her movements, and gave him something to focus on for that final push. When the feeling hit, he let out a cry of elation that echoed throughout the campus.

“Ohhh fuck yeah!”

His choice of vulgar proclamations was so fitting. Lori snickered under her breath while still caressing his face, watching as her lover took in the pleasure.

She felt his body shudder under her, his hardened flesh throbbing inside her as he filled her womb with his hot seed. The warmth that followed perfectly complemented the evening breeze that washed over the field. While Lance processed his bliss, she took his hands in hers and held them close to her chest.

“I love you, Lance,” she told him.

“I love you too,” Lance replied. “I love you as much as I hated high school.”

“And that…is how I know our love is special.

“Special enough to make tomorrow’s reunion bearable?”


Lori grinned at her future husband and he grinned back. They then kissed before parting their flesh. However, they were in no hurry to get dressed. They opted to linger in the afterglow, curled up on the 50-yard-line to further cement this moment into their memories.

Life had not been easy. Their experience at Ridgeway High School was a uniquely dark time for them. But they endured. They found each other. And after ten years of rebuilding their lives, they returned to the site of that darkness. They couldn’t undo everything that made high school so awful. But they could lay the foundation of something better.

And that was exactly what they did on the 50-yard-line in their own special way.

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Jack’s CreepyPastas: The Mascot’s Curse

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Jack’s CreepyPastas: Deleted

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Sexy Short Story: The Love Pod

The following is a sexy short story about a couple in the not-so-distant future enjoying a little high tech intimacy. Enjoy!

“Please enter the staging area. And please be sure to turn off any electronic devices. By policy, this is a private space in the highest degree.”

“That sounds like a script from a lawyer and read by an unpaid intern,” noted Kyle Elder as he and his wife entered the area, hand-in-hand.

“Spoken like a man who deals with both too often,” replied Daniella “Dina” Dillon, his ever-radiant wife of three years.

“I’d plead the fifth. But I know that would just prove your point.”

“All the more reason to shut up. Besides, we didn’t come here to talk.”

“No. We certainly did not.”

Kyle gave his wife’s hand a firm squeeze and grinned widely. It was painfully clear how much they needed this. It had been clear before Dina pitched the idea the other day after dinner. They’d both been working overtime for two straight weeks. That was to be expected, with him working at a law firm and her working at an investment bank. Having graduated college four years ago, they were in the early stages of their burgeoning careers.

As a result, he and Dina had less time for each other. That was a new, but unfamiliar situation. Having known one another since childhood, falling deeply in love at a young age, they were used to sharing their lives with one another. Having full-time jobs that kept them apart for most of the day proved difficult. And working so hard left them with less energy than usual to be intimate.

That meant when they did have an opportunity, like a stormy Saturday morning, they had to make it count. That led Kyle to splurge for some quality time in a Love Pod. It was a relatively new practice for lovers, couples, and casual partners of all kinds. But it had quickly become an integral service to anyone who desired a special intimacy.

“I’m so glad we’re doing this,” Dina said as she admired the pod-like structure before them. “I can only imagine how many couples need it as much as us.”

“Kind of makes me feel bad for our ancestors. They had to build meaningful sex lives without them,” Kyle commented while looking on with similar awe.

“They seemed to manage. We’re here, after all,” she quipped.

“True. But for a love like ours, I want to do more than manage.”

“Me too.”

They shared a warm smile as they approached the Love Pod. Behind them, the door had already closed and locked itself, ensuring there would be no unwanted disturbances. They had also turned off their phones completely, not even wanting an emergency text to distract them from one another. For once, this was all about being together in a private, intimate space.

The room itself certainly accommodated that. Most Love Pods were built within premium spas. And most of those spas were located in small, unremarkable office structures that most wouldn’t recognize even if they walked by them. Even the high-end facilities often kept a low profile.

As for the pod, it didn’t look like much from the outside. It was just this large, egg-shaped structure that had been built into the corner of the room. The exterior was smooth and polished, giving off a glossy sheen. There were some lights built into the top and base, indicating it required electricity. It also gave off a low, radiating a unique energy that beckoned couples towards it like moths to a flame.

Kyle found himself reaching out and touching the surface. Through it, he felt the distinct heat that only Love Pods ever generated. It was enough to evoke excitement and passion in any couple, even those who had been grossly overworked.

“Thank you. Your session is about to begin,” said the same robotic voice from earlier. “Please remove all clothing. Storage compartments are available if desired.”

“Finally! We can ditch these itchy clothes,” Dina said as she loosened her shirt.

“Speak for yourself. You’re not the one who has to wear suits and ties during a summer heat wave,” Kyle said as he did the same.

“Less talking. More stripping,” his wife quipped.

Kyle just grinned and shook his head as he disrobed. He couldn’t help but be somewhat distracted by his beautiful wife eagerly taking off her clothes, abandoning her usual modesty with such glee.

Dina was downright playful in how she wiggled out of her pants, unclasped her bra, and slipped out of her panties. Kyle swore she was tempting him, like a stripper at one of the clubs his older brother kept trying to drag him to. Once fully nude, she even bent down a bit, showing off her bare butt as she picked up her clothes and stored them neatly in a nearby cupboard.

“Damn, you look good naked,” Kyle said under his breath.

She giggled slightly, sounding like the playful schoolgirl she’d been when they started dating in high school. He was so fixated on her heart-shaped butt that he almost forgot his pants were only halfway off. When Dina turned around, giving him a full-frontal view of her breasts and vagina, it helped him refocus. And he couldn’t get his pants and boxers off fast enough.

“I missed seeing you and all your manly glory,” Dina said to him.

“You saw me in the shower two nights ago,” he pointed out.

“I was too tired to enjoy it. But trust me. I’m very rested right now.”

There was an erotic undertone to her voice. That tone always got Kyle’s blood flowing to the right parts of his body. But he refused to get too far ahead of himself. He had to save the bulk of his passion for the Love Pod.

He and Dina had discovered the joys of Love Pods shortly after their honeymoon. Dina’s older sister, who worked for a popular chain of day spas that specialized in their use, had even provided them with a special voucher. That allowed them to make an appointment at some of the best spas in the region. And for the next several hours, it was theirs to enjoy.

Eager to lose track of time with the woman he loved, Kyle stuffed his clothes into another cupboard. He then joined his wife at the entrance to the pod, taking her hand in his and standing together as naked as the day they were born.

“Are you ready for this, my love?” he asked her.

“As ready as any naked woman can be for her handsome hubby,” Dina answered with a grin.

His heart raced with anticipation. Dina leaned in close, the warmth of her body mixing with his. She had that glint in her eyes – the one that told him she yearned for his loving, sensual touch. Kyle delighted in giving that to her as often as possible. Using a Love Pod just made it easier, as well as more satisfying.

The robot voice within the room must have sensed their anticipation. The front doors to the pod opened, revealing the enticing interior to the both of them. It was like an elevator opening to take them to Heaven. And they were ready to ascend.

“Thanks again for your cooperation. Please enter the pod and enjoy your time together,” the voice instructed.

“Oh we will,” said Kyle with the utmost confidents. “We definitely will!”

Like a couple of newlyweds entering a honeymoon suite, Kyle led Dina into the pod. As soon as they were inside, they felt its unique ambience. And it supplemented their blossoming passion perfectly.

Entering a Love Pod was like entering a small sliver of Eden. It consisted mostly of a large, circular shaped bed. But it was no regular king-sized bed that anyone could buy at a mattress store. This thing had a unique cushion. And crawling atop it with his wife felt like getting on top of a magical cloud – one that lovingly supported their naked bodies to the utmost.

In addition to the uniquely shaped mattress, there were also sheets and comforters consisting of an exotic, dark red fabric. Nobody knew what the fabric consisted of. That was a closely guarded secret within the Love Pod industry. Kyle once heard a rumor that the fabric was laced with some kind of special chemical that stimulated skin in a unique way. It would explain why everyone was encouraged to enter Love Pods naked. But the rumors didn’t stop there.

“I swear this place looks much bigger from the inside,” Dina commented.

“Probably some sort of optical illusion,” Kyle said as he admired it himself.

“Do you really believe that?” she said skeptically.

“Does it matter? More so than just being here…together…and increasingly horny?”

“Not in the slightest!” she said curtly.

As Kyle and Dina followed one another atop the mattress and to the center of the pod, they kissed and embraced. That quickly escalated into heated foreplay. Within any Love Pod, the foreplay always seemed more intimate.

A big part of it was the ambience. All along the interior surface of the pod was this silverish surface that resembled a high-definition TV screen. When the chamber door closed behind them, parts of that screen lit up to illuminate the interior in this soft reddish light. It was so warm and radiant. It made Kyle and his love feel so hot from the inside, as though their respective libidos were being ignited from the outside.

On top of that, the unique lighting coincided with this unique aroma that quickly filled the chamber. It was so thick and heavy, like an invisible cloud surrounding them. It did not at all resemble anything most couples smelled, even during their hottest, sweatiest rounds of lovemaking. Many believed it was some kind of synthetic pheromone developed by Love Pod companies – designed specifically to evoke passion, lust, and a level of horiness that could not be achieved naturally. It wasn’t so much a rumor as it was a poorly kept secret within the industry.

Kyle always figured the truth lay somewhere between the craziest rumors and harshest truths. Whatever it entailed, he and Dina could care less about the specifics. All that mattered was that they were alone, sealed in this Love Pod, and deeply in need of one another’s sex. And once the effects of the pod took hold, neither of them held back.

“Touch…kiss me…taste me,” Dina gasped, every word a blend of cries and whispers.

Kyle answered with a series of masculine grunts that sounded like something right out of a nature show. He had already followed Dina to the center of the pod where the mattress was its most comforting. Once there, he serenaded her with his soft lips and loving touch. And before long, they were making out like a couple of restless prom dates.

As Dina lay on her back, her arms wrapped around his neck, he hovered over her – hungrily kissing her lips, trailing his eager hands along her feminine curves, and letting the sinews of his upper body mesh with her naked skin. Kyle was gentle where he needed to be, especially when kissing her lips or nibbling on her ear lobe – something that always drove her wild. He was also a bit more overt when necessary, such as when he squeezed her thighs or cupped her breasts.

“Mmm…Dina,” Kyle said under his breath, “you taste so good…feel so good. God, I want you!”

They were already working up quite a sweat together. All that touching and body contact supplemented the heat, as well as the uniquely sensual aroma. It also intensified their growing sexual arousal, which had begun the second they got naked, but accelerated from their foreplay.

Kyle felt his heart race as blood rushed to his lower body, causing his penis to stiffen to a state rarely achieved outside the most sensual of situations. And as the veins in his manhood throbbed, he reached between Dina’s thighs to feel the outer contours of her vulva. She was already so hot with arousal. And when he sneakily slipped a couple fingers into her vagina, he confirmed she was just as aroused.

“Please…I can’t wait any longer!” Dina said, breaking the kiss and already short of breath. “Do me, Kyle! Make love to me now!”

It wasn’t a command as much as it was a desperate plea. Kyle, never one to deny the woman he loved, acted quickly. Like a soldier springing into action, he pushed her legs apart and got between them. He then aligned his rigid cock with his wife’s moist outer folds, their bodies aching for their fleshly union.

Dina locked eyes with him, grabbing onto his arms and beckoning him with her intense gaze. There was so much she could’ve said to him in that moment. He could’ve said just as much to her. But after being together and being in love for so long, words simply didn’t cut it. A simple, affectionate act was all they needed.

“Dina…” was all Kyle said before thrusting his hips forward and entering her.

They each let out an impassioned gasp as their sex commenced. That sweet feeling of hard, masculine flesh penetrating soft, feminine depths washed over them. They knew this feeling well, but the Love Pod seemed to amplify it. That might have been another secret function that nobody understood. But neither Kyle nor Dina cared for the specifics.

Their flesh now entwined, they began moving their bodies in that special lover’s dance. Kyle was slow at first, just letting his love’s flesh embrace his. But the movements intensified quickly. With great passion and urgency, he worked his body with hers – their flesh rocking, grinding, and slithering with perfect harmony. Hands roamed and lips followed chaotic whims, tasting and tantalizing each other’s flesh with growing delight.

“That’s it, Kyle! Ooh that’s it!” Dina panted. “Like that! Just like that!”

It was sweet music to his ears, hearing his wife’s joyous words. He soon fell into a daze, burying his face in his wife’s neck as their naked bodies rocked and writhed.

Kyle wasn’t doing anything special. He was just making love to his wife in variation of the missionary position, aligning his body with hers in just such a way to maximize their union. It might have just been another byproduct of being too busy or having not enjoyed unhindered lovemaking in a while. The ambience of the Love Pod probably had something to do with it as well, even without all the wild rumors of how it functioned.

At this point, only one thing was clear.

They needed this.

They wanted this.

They loved this.

It ultimately showed when Dina’s moans took on that distinctly orgasmic undertone.

“Ooh I’m close! I’m close! I’m so…so close!” she panted.

“Mmm…me too, Dina,” Kyle said into her ear, making sure to sound extra masculine.

His voice didn’t do justice to just how close he was. Dina was so hot and tight, her womanhood squeezing his member with its moist flesh. He longed for his release, but not before his love could join him in the ecstasy. Through several more focused movements, they carried one to the edge of that special threshold.

Then, they leapt off together.

“Ohhhh Kyle!”


The rush of orgasmic bliss washed over them. It wasn’t simultaneous, but it was pretty damn close.

It hit Dina first. She closed her eyes, curled her toes, bent her knees, and raked her nails over his back before contorting to the onslaught of sensations. That extra throbbing in her vagina got Kyle past the point of no return, as well. His face still buried in her neck, he grasped her hips, dug his knees into the bed, and thrust extra deep into her depths. Within those depths, his seminal fluid mixed with her juices, their sex taking form and substance. But the feeling went beyond the sex.

When the rush coursed through him, it was like a warm blanket composed of raw pleasure wrapped around them. It made every breath, every heartbeat, and every touch feel more meaningful – and every emotion behind it more profound.

“Wow,” said Kyle through his breathless state.

“I know…wow,” Dina said, still swimming in a sea of bliss.

“Even after all this year…you still amaze me, Dina,” he said.

“So do you…and not just with sex.”

“Well…it helps get the point across.”

“That, it does!” she said lovingly.

Still in the throughs of orgasmic delight, they met in a loving kiss. Even the joys of a near-simultaneous climax couldn’t keep Kyle from sharing a simple gesture of affection with his wife. The interior of the Love Pod even seemed to react to it, the ambient lighting on the surface shifting to become more vibrant.

It was tempting to just lay with Dina and enjoy the afterglow. Given how stressed they’d been lately, it might have been the most prudent. But after one shared trip to this sensual paradise, Kyle wasn’t feeling too prudent at the moment. When their lips parted and he saw that seductive glint in her eyes, he knew Dina felt the same.

“We still have plenty of time left in this pod,” Kyle reminded her.

“Is it enough time to catch up on all the sexy things we’ve been meaning to do?” she asked curtly.

“Don’t know. Wanna try anyway?”

“Shut up and kiss me again!”

Never one to deny his wife’s loving desire, they kissed again. Just like before, that kiss turned into heated foreplay. And from there, an impassioned chaos ensued.

He and Dina rolled around together in the Love Pod, enjoying the soft feel of the exotic fabric on their naked skin. They were a bit less urgent than before, just making out for the simple enjoyment of one another’s bodies. But eventually, the desire returned, as did the arousal.

It never ceased to amaze Kyle. His penis almost fully erect, despite being somewhat sensitive after his release. Within these Love Pods, it was as though the limits of the male body had been briefly nullified. More than a few men wondered how that was possible. But Kyle was content to attribute it to a greater desire to make love to Dina. The pod just gave him the perfect domain in which to realize that desire.

And after taking such a direct approach before, he and Dina dared to mix things up a bit. They took turns giving each other oral, which resulted in Dina having another orgasm. He then had Dina lead them into various positions – some of which involved her on top, riding him like a sex goddess – some of which involved him pinning her up against the wall of the pod, bouncing her up and down his cock.

One moment it was slow, sensual, and romantic.

The next it was rough, raw, and energetic.

The full breadth of their passion was on full display within this tiny structure. And they refused to leave until every last bit of desire was spent, shared, and exhausted. That made it easy to lose track of time, as well as how many orgasm they had. Kyle didn’t bother tracking how he and Dina had. They might be very sore tomorrow, but it was so worth it.

And once their last round of ravenous lovemaking concluded, they found themselves back in the center of the pod. Lying side-by-side, still as naked as they day they were born, they just cuddled in a gentle embrace.

“I love you,” said Kyle through his breathless state.

“I love you too,” Dina said, still swimming in a sea of bliss.

“We needed this…so much,” he said.

“More than usual. Good thing these pods making overdue lovemaking so damn satisfying!”

“That’s for sure. I’m already looking forward to our next trip. Maybe next time, we won’t wait so damn long to enjoy it.”

“But even if we do,” Dina said curtly, “I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait.

“Me too, my love. Me too.”

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Jack’s CreepyPastas: The Perfect Slave

This is another video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video is another CreepyPasta that I wrote and narrated myself. Enjoy!

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Sexy Short Story: Mistress Vinetra

The following is a sexy short story about a couple sharing a little intimacy with help from a strict, but fair dominatrix at a BDSM club. Enjoy!

“You’re in my domain now, mutts! What I say from here on out is law! Do you understand?”

The harsh, authoritative voice of Mistress Vinetra boomed throughout the chamber. It hit with such force and intensity that Olivia “Lily” Bristow shook, as though she’d been struck by a rod. Her husband, Byron Bristow, reacted with an even greater shudder. And he was a former marine who stood nearly a foot taller than their scantily dressed Mistress.

But even though she was so harsh and demanding – glaring at them the way a warden would look at a couple of prisoners – they stook meek and obedient in her presence. With their head hung low, they addressed her with the utmost submission.

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra. We understand,” Lily and Byron said simultaneously.

The woman before them just sneered and cracked her knuckles.

“What was that? Did you just cough or whimper? Because I didn’t hear shit!” she barked. “Either tell me you understand! Or face my wrath!”

In her hands, she gripped a leather studded whip. Then, in a demonstration of rare skill, she cracked it with a flick of her wrist. The tip came so close to Lily’s face that she felt the air brush by her cheek. Mistress Vinetra did the same to Byron. And it had the desired effect.

“Yes! We understand! We understand!” Lily said, sounding on the brink of tears.

“Please, Mistress…forgive us,” said Byron, his lips quivering. “We acknowledge your authority. We trust in your word.”

“Then, say it louder!” she barked. “Tell me who your mistress is!”

“You are!” the two of them yelled.


“YOU ARE!” they said, practically screaming it at that point.

The walls trembled and their ears rung. This particular chamber wasn’t the most spacious place to carry out the task before them. But that was somewhat necessary for a bondage dungeon. It couldn’t be too luxurious. Lily and Byron learned long ago that certain places needed to be uncomfortable in order to set the right mood – relatively speaking.

This particular bondage dungeon was known for going the extra mile. It was an invite-only club that catered exclusively to those seeking a fully immersive BDSM experience. The people who ran it weren’t just ordinary enthusiasts. They were professionals, on par with licensed therapists. Whether they worked in bondage, submission, fetishism, or role playing, the patrons of this dungeon could rest assure that they only dealt with the best of the best from the BDSM world.

Standing side-by-side, they exchanged glances as Mistress gripped her whip and paced before them.

This middle-aged woman carried herself as someone who ate, slept, and breathed BDSM. Her attire consisted entirely of high-quality black leather, all of which had been custom fitted to high her toned, athletic body like a second skin. It included thigh-high stiletto boots, matching black gloves that ran halfway up her arm, a black corset that had a cutout for her large breasts, and crotchless panties that displayed her vagina, even in poor lighting.

But the most distinguishing feature of Mistress Vinetra’s attire was her mask, which covered her head and half her face. She’d boasted before that she made it herself, customizing it for her head and embroidering it with a unique array of symbols. It was her most distinguishing piece and she wore it like a crown. And within this chamber that she had set up, she was queen.

“I know why you’re here again,” she said, still pacing and grasping the whip. “You need another lesson in Mistress Vinetra’s discipline. Tell me I’m right!”

“Yes! You are right, Mistress,” Byron said quickly.

“I supposed I shouldn’t be too surprised. You mutts are so pathetic and inept. You can’t handle yourselves. You need my forceful hand to guide you. Tell me I’m right!”

“You’re right, Mistress!” Lily said, just as quickly.

The domineering woman just shook her head and sneered. She then turned towards Lily and pointe the tip of her whip at her face, aiming it right between her eyes.

“You’re lucky I’m a merciful mistress,” she told them, her voice both menacing and oddly lurid. “You come into my domain. You pay handsomely to lock yourself in this chamber. I can and will guide you. But you must exercise complete obedience. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra!” said Lily and Byron like loyal soldiers.

“Louder!” she barked.

“YES, MISTRESS VINETRA!” they shouted.

Responding so loudly and obediently took Lily back to boarding school. Obeying authority and following rules had been a constant in her life since she was a child. She’d grown up in a strict religious household. Her father was an accomplished businessman and her mother was principle at a prestigious private school. They’d made it clear to her and her four siblings at a young age. There were a lengthy list of rules that they were expected to follow. Breaking or undermining those rules usually resulted in immediate and strict punishments.

Her husband’s upbringing was very similar. His parents both came from military backgrounds. His father was an accomplished officer in the navy and his mother ran a successful veterans charity. Like her parents, they sent Byron to military school so that he could understand and appreciate the value of discipline. It made him a very stern, regimented person by nature. It ultimately served him well during his time in the marines.

Throughout their respective lives, she and Byron exercised great discipline. Even when they started dating, having met during a military parade, they followed a strict regimen. They would even go so far as to time their dates by the hour. And when they got married, they demanded the ceremony start exactly at noon, much to the chagrin of their less disciplined relatives.

While that discipline had served them well for much of their lives, they quickly learned it had been a hindrance on their sex life. They realized during their honeymoon that intimacy, even among married couples, didn’t have as many strict rules. It led to many failed efforts and awkward nights. For a time, she and Byron had been at a loss.

Then, they discovered the lurid world of BDSM. And shortly afterwards, they met Mistress Vinetra.

“Glad we understand each other,” the leather-clad woman said coldly. “Now, let the guidance begin. Take off your clothes!”

Lily and Byron couldn’t comply fast enough. They both stripped down with an urgency that wasn’t the least bit sensual. But in shedding their clothes before this woman and within this domain, something already awoke within them.

They usually did a good job at hiding it, but not tonight. Lily could sense the intensity in her husband’s breathing as he unbuttoned his shirt quickly, undid his pants, and took them off along with his underwear. Being told what to do in such a clear, direct manner often got him energized – nut unlike his days at boot camp. But this time, that energy had a sexual component.

“All of it!” Mistress Vinetra barked. “Take it all off!”

They stripped faster. And when she slapped the whip in her hand, it got Lily going too – reminding her of the nuns and priests who ran her old boarding school. She was already down to her bra and panties, breathing heavily like her husband every step of the way. Upon removing her bra and slipping out of her panties, she felt that same energy. And it had an effect on her.

“Damn. I’m already getting wet,” Lily said under her breath.

“What was that?” the imposing woman yelled.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, Mistress!” she said meekly before stepping out of her panties.

Now fully naked, alongside her husband, she stood at attention before Mistress Vinetra. Instinctively, she used her hands to cover parts of her nakedness. It was a standard reflex for a woman who’d grown up in such a strict, conservative home.

But Mistress Vinetra was having none of that. She used the whip to slap her arms from afar, forcing her to keep her hands by her sides.

“Hey! Don’t you dare cover up!” she said sternly. “Your tits, your pussy, and everything in between should be completely exposed.”

She then turned the whip towards Byron, who was equally inclined to cover his exposed genitals. But he quickly refrained.

“The same goes for your dick and balls!” she said to him. “Be ashamed of your bodies on your own time. In my chamber, you get naked and you don’t hide it! Those are my rules. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Vinetra!” they both shouted in response.

At this point, she and Byron were more focused. Within this woman’s chamber, everything was so ordered and strict. But some of her rules clashed directly with other rules she had followed all her life. Modesty had always been a big deal in her family. Lily used to be so self-conscious that she wouldn’t even undress in front of other girls at school during gym class. Even after their wedding, just getting undressed in front of her husband had been challenging.

Now, here she was, bare-ass naked in a BDSM dungeon with a husband who was so reserved he avoided women in bikinis. But instead of shame and self-consciousness, she felt something else. She felt aroused – energized by the notion that this chamber operated under different set of rules, but rules that were still very strict.

“You feel it already, don’t you?” the leather-clad woman said, pointing the tip of her whip at their genitals. “The power of my authority – it’s making you hot and horny like pigs in heat.”

Lily opened her mouth to respond, but then her mistress pointed the whip towards her mouth to silence her. Byron bit his lip too and kept standing at attention. But that was no longer the only thing at attention.

“Your dick is getting hard. Your pussy is getting wet,” the imposing woman said, putting her whip at their lower bodies. “You don’t just demand my authority. You crave it!”

She and Byron remained silent, standing still like soldiers in front of a drill sergeant. They kept breathing heavily, their hearts racing as they faced Mistress Vinetra’s imposing glare. The energy and tension of the room escalated as she began pacing before them, casually slapping her whip into her hand. More and more, it became sexually charged. It was as though their bodies didn’t know the difference between sexual arousal and harsh discipline.

Those blurred lines were the key to the experience they sought. She and Byron learned early in their exploration of BDSM that many kinds emerged when the lines between ordinary arousal and sexual arousal became obscure. Finding and focusing on those lines had been a challenge. But Mistress Vinetra helped them in that journey. For that reason, among many others, she had their trust, as well as their total obedience.

“There are so many ways I could use that to humiliate you,” Mistress Vinetra said. “I could degrade and hurt you in ways you can’t imagine. And in my chamber, there’s nothing you could do to stop me.”

That was meant to scare them. She even moved in closer, so much so that Lily could smell her overpriced perfume and imported black lipstick. Most rational people would’ve been terrified or put off, at the very least.

Instead, it just made her and Byron even hornier. Byron was already semi-erect. Lily still didn’t know if that was because of or in spite of his lifetime of sexual reservations.

“But lucky for you dirty mutts, I’m understanding as well as merciful,” Mistress Vinetra said in a more measured tone. “And in order to properly guide you, I’ll need the right tools.”

A lascivious grin crept across her face, evoking even more excitement between her and Byron. Still gripping her whip, the leather-clad woman slipped off to the side towards a large black cabinet stood against the wall. It resembled an old dresser, common to master bedrooms. When she opened the double doors, they heard her rummage through what sounded like an old toolbox. But they couldn’t see what she was getting.

“Eyes forward! Don’t you dare peak!” she barked from behind the doors.

Their heads snapped back into their previous position, their arms tensing as they continued standing like soldiers, still fully nude and awaiting orders. Mistress Vinetra kept sifting through her tools. The sound of metal and plastic objects clanking together filled the chamber. For all they knew, she was doing it on purpose. This was just her way of building the tension even more.

Even if it was, Lily and Byron didn’t dare question her. They just waited patiently until she emerged from behind the cabinet with a small bag of objects in hand. Lily was tempted to peak over to see what they were, but resisted that temptation in the name of respecting her Mistress’ rules.

“You! Bitch in heat!” Mistress Vinetra said, directing her voice towards Lily. “Present your hands and wrists to me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lily said quickly.

That obedient response earned her a quick swat on her buttocks by the whip.

“I don’t remember telling you to talk!” she spat. “That was a warning. Consider it the last warning I give!”

Lily’s lips quivered, but she remained silent. The part of her butt where the whip struck really stung. Mistress Vinetra had surprising strength for a woman of her stature. But that sting didn’t just dissuade her from saying anything else. It added to her arousal.

She could already feel it between her legs, the folds of her womanhood becoming wet and engorged. Given her conservative upbringing, this kind of arousal was so taboo and forbidden. Good, upstanding woman weren’t supposed to get this horny, even around their husbands. It was so wrong by every standard she had ever learned, but it felt so right on a much deeper level.

Even as she tried and failed to hide her arousal, Lily did as her mistress asked. She placed her wrists together and presented them to her mistress, as if she were being arrested. Almost immediately, she felt the older woman grab her wrists and secure them with handcuffs. They were not the cheap, toy variety either. These were real. They were meant to retrain those who didn’t want to be restrained.

“You are bound in my lair, bitch,” Mistress Vinetra said right to her face, employing a deeply lurid voice. “Now, come with me. Make your way to the Submission Rack. Say you’ll follow me!”

“I will follow you, Mistress,” Lily said without hesitation.

Her voice was meek, but a touch of excitement had entered her tone. It even showed as Mistress Vinetra pulled hard on her wrists to guide her into the chamber, drawing her towards the special setup in the back of the room. Usually, that was where beds were placed, often with special attachments for BDSM tool. But this time, their mistress had ditched the bed entirely and opted for a modified table.

It looked like a standard massage table, not unlike those found in massage parlors. But this one had some modifications made to it, most likely by Mistress Vinetra herself. There were special straps around the legs and a few extra latches along the side. It looked like a piece of furniture that had been specifically designed for BDSM. It was a testament to their mistress’ expertise.

“Bend over!” Mistress Vinetra demanded the moment they arrived.

This time, she didn’t wait for her to comply. The older woman shoved her against the table and pushed her down, her breasts and torso now pressing against the cold black leather of the rack. It caused immediate discomfort, especially with her nipples. But Lily didn’t dare protest.

While she processed this new discomfort, Mistress Vinetra worked quickly. She grabbed Lily’s bound wrists and pulled them towards a special latch that had been installed on the side of the table. That latch included a small, but sturdy chain lock. Upon opening it, she interlocked it with the center of Lily’s cuffs. It left her effectively bound to the table – totally prone, completely naked, and with no means of escape.

“Now, you’re completely at my mercy,” Mistress Vinetra said, leering over her with a perverse sneer. “First, I secured your obedience. Now, I have your body. And I can do anything I want to it!”

To further belabor her point, she took her whip and swatted Lily’s butt again. She managed to hit the same area she’d struck earlier, which already had already turned slightly red. Lily let out a sharp wince, unable to shut out the pain completely.

“Ungh! That…really stings,” she groaned.

“Silence!” the older woman spat.

More harsh swats followed. The sound of hard leather smacking exposed skin filled the chamber. Lily winced and groaned, biting her lip to stop herself from saying anything else. But at one point, her groans shifted into something other than pain.

It was happening again. That line between pain and pleasure was starting to blur. She’d learned how to walk that line since she and Byron began exploring BDSM. In time, she thought she knew how to navigate it. But Mistress Vinetra had a talent for blurring it even more. She must have uncovered something new because Lily didn’t remember getting this horny last time. Even her mistress noticed.

“Still so wet, like an animal in heat,” Mistress Vinetra noted, her gaze turning towards her groin. “Pathetic, but predictable.”

She taunted her even more, grazing the tip of her whip over the outer flesh of her vulva. That triggered an unexpected twinge of pleasure to counter the lingering sting from her ass. It sent her deeper into this state of intense desire. She couldn’t see her husband from her prone position, but she could feel his hungry eyes on him.

Were Mistress Vinetra not in total control, he would’ve pounced on her like an animal as well. But, being the good soldier he was, he just stood back and watched their mistress work. While Lily entered this new state, their mistress retrieved another tool from her arsenal. It was a mid-sized ball gag. And she didn’t even wait for Lily to react. She just grabbed her by the jaw, pulled her up, and shoved the ball gag in it before securing it.

“Mmf!” was all she got out.

“There!” Mistress Vinetra said. “I was going to let you use your mouth. But you insisted on disobeying. And in my chamber, there are consequences for disobedience.”

The older woman roughly shoved Lily’s her head aside. It was a harsh gesture, but it got the point across. She wasn’t just supposed to obey. She was supposed to feel the consequences for disobeying.

That simple, stern dynamic had guided her life since childhood. Lily had followed it and respected it, more so than most. It never took on a sexual component. But once those lines got blurred, it took her body and her mind into uncharted territory. She went from embracing this kind of discipline to craving it.

With her hands cuffed, her mouth gagged, and her naked body completely prone, Lily had been thoroughly disciplined by Mistress Vinetra. The older woman proceeded to tease parts of her back and buttocks with the tip of her whip, admiring her handiwork as she made her way around the table.

Finally, she turned her attention back to Byron, who was still standing at attention like a soldier. He’d just watched another woman in a bondage costume bind, gag, and humiliate his wife. And, for reasons that only he and Lily understood, it left him very aroused.

“I see there are other consequences in play,” Mistress Vinetra said with a smirk. “Did watching me bind your wife make your dick hard? Answer me!”

“Yes, Mistress. It did,” Byron said, responding as though he were talking to his old marine drill sergeant.

“Does it make you want to fuck her?” she asked, now pointing the tip of the whip at his hardened penis. “Answer!”

“Yes, Mistress! It does,” he said, this time louder than before.

Mistress Vinetra moved in closer, casting Byron a lurid leer. She got in so close that he could smell her perfume. From there, she reached down with her gloved hand and grasped his penis. He winced at her firm grip. She then squeezed it while trailing the tip of the whip over the sinews of his upper body. Even from across the room, Lily could hear her husband let out a sexually charged gasp.

He was too disciplined to admit it, but he wanted her. He wanted her so badly. But a lifetime of rules, regiments, and restraint kept him from just unleashing his desires upon her. A man like Byron needed a push. And Mistress Vinetra would do more than just push.

“Then, here’s what you’re going to do,” she said firmly. “First, you’ll your hands behind your back. Then, I’m going to cuff you, just like I did your wife. Tell me you understand!”

“I understand,” Byron said obediently.

He then did as she asked, dutifully placing his hands behind his back like a prisoner waiting for his shackles. Mistress Vinetra only offered him the slightest look of approval before slipping behind him, retrieving another pair of cuffs, and securing his wrists. Even though he was younger, taller, and fitter, he was completely at her mercy. Something about that got them both more excited.

“Second, you’re going to walk up to your bound and gagged wife,” Mistress Vinetra continued, “and you’re going to fuck her. You’re going to fuck her hard and raw. And if you don’t fuck her with the vigor I demand, you will be punished. Is that clear? Answer!”

“Yes, Mistress! It’s clear…very clear,” Byron said, his voice brimming with anticipation.

“Very good,” she said. “There is a third act. But I’ll reveal that at a later time of my choosing. For now, get moving!”

To further belabor her point, she used her whip to swat Byron’s butt. Lily could tell from the sound it made that she struck him a lot harder than she had her. It wasn’t just that Byron was a trained marine used to pain and discomfort. He was just the kind of man who got more motivated when extra force was applied.

The trained soldier moved quickly, scurrying across the room with his hand still bound behind his back. Mistress Vinetra followed him closely, still using the whip to swat his butt and lower back. That kept the motivating going.

“Faster!” the older woman barked. “Get over there, your horny dog! You’ve got a bitch in heat who needs your cock!”

Byron didn’t say a word. He just winced and grunted as he rushed over to his bound wife, his hardened penis tensing and bouncing as he approached.

By the time he arrived, he was already short of breath. But it wasn’t due to the simple exertion of being rushed by a woman with a whip. Lily could hear him seething with lust as he stood over her naked body, her round buttocks presented before her as she lay bound and gagged. Despite her state, her arousal hadn’t waned. She was still very wet and aroused. She even wiggled her hips a bit, as if to urge him to enter her.

“Mmf!” Lily moaned through the gag, her lust showing in her tone.

“Silence!” Mistress Vinetra shouted, swatting her back with her whip. “Save your whimpering moans for the ravaging that awaits you!”

The sting of the whip and her burning arousal further blurred the intimate lines. Lily looked back briefly, seeing her husband gaze at her with such intensity and desire. The mask of discipline had finally slipped. He was finally revealing how much he wanted her. It sent Lily deeper into a sexual state. She really felt like a dog in heat, just like her Mistress described.

“Plant your feet. Angle your hips!” Mistress Vinetra demanded. “Put that cock of yours right up against her juicy cunt!”

Byron did as he was told, as he always did. Even someone of his fit stature trembled under her harsh orders. Lily could feel it as the tip rubbed up against her wet folds. The tension and energy of the chamber was overwhelming. Her heart raced so fast that every sense became heightened. She had never wanted a simple physical act so much before.

But neither she nor Byron dared act without Mistress Vientra’s orders. What happened next was completely at the whim of their Mistress. She seemed to delight in their inability to act without her, even at their most aroused. But despite their total submission to her whim, she didn’t torment them with anticipation.

“Now, fuck! Fuck like the runts you are!” Mistress Vinetra exclaimed.

She delivered one final swat of her whip on Byron’s buttocks. It was, by far, the hardest and loudest yet. Like a reflex, he thrust his hips forward. In doing so, he entered Lily’s vagina with his cock. Hard, rigid flesh penetrated soft, moist depths. A sharp surge of sensations flowed through them, the hot feeling of sexual entwinement consuming them both.

That powerful feeling removed all remaining limits. From there, all the discipline and restraint that Byron had exercised for years vanished. Like a animal finally released from its cage, he began fucking her. It was not the tender, gentle lovemaking they’d attempted on their honeymoon. It was fucking, plain and simple. And all Lily could do was brace herself as her husband unleashed the full extent of his desires.

“Lily…” he gasped, his voice weak with lust.

“Silence!” yelled Mistress Vinetra. “Less talking. More fucking!”

She swatted his ass several times with her whip, which got Byron humping harder and faster. He grit his teeth and seethed with greater exertion, thrusting his hips back and forth at a vigorous pace. Heavy grunts and groans followed. Lily’s naked body rocked in accord with every thrust, her skin grinding hard against the leather of the table. Due to the shackles and the gag, there wasn’t much she could say or do. She just took it, her body absorbing all this hot sex.

And it felt good.

It felt really, really good.

The idea of sex feeling so good was hardly radical. But it had been so taboo for her entire life. Neither she nor Byron knew how to make it feel this good, even after they got married. There was nobody to give orders, set rules, or explain the process. But in the end, they didn’t need advice. They needed a harsh, capable expert in BDSM to bark orders.

“Yes! That’s it! That’s how you do it!” Mistress Vinetra exclaimed. “That’s how obedient mutts fuck!”

Standing right by the table, she watched intently as Byron fucked Lily with great tenacity. She occasionally swatted his butt with the whip, ensuring he maintained that vigorous pace. She also slipped the tip just under the table and rubbed it against Lily’s crotch. Somehow, she managed to rub it right up against her swollen clitoris – a remarkable feat, given how Lily hadn’t been educated much on that part of female anatomy.

“Mmm!” Lily moaned, the effect of the pleasure echoing through her gag.

“What’s the matter, bitch? Has nobody ever rubbed your clit before?” her mistress laughed.

She said that knowing full-well that Lily had gone to a religious school. The quality of their sex education was questionable at best. And their understanding of what made for great sex was non-existent, especially for women. They’d given Lily the impression that women weren’t supposed to enjoy sex. Mistress Vinetra had long since allayed her of that opinion.

Lily dared to enjoy every savory moment of this decadent act. With each movement, Byron’s pelvis smacked against her buttocks. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the chamber with litany lewd noises. Those same noises seemed to drive Byron to not hold back – to fully embrace, with her, their primal want for sex. It was so visceral that Lily could hear her husband’s flesh sloshing inside her.

To a girl raised in such a strict, religious upbringing, it was obscene.

But to that same girl, who had awakened her sexual side in unexpected ways, it was nothing short of exhilarating.

To a girl raised in that environment, it took her to new sexual heights. And between the heavy humping of her powerful husband and the skilled teasing of her clit by Mistress Vinetra, Lily soon found herself on the cusp of orgasm. The look on her face – eyes dazed, expression tensing, and a bit of drool dripping down her lip – made it very obvious.

“Ha! You’re about to come. Aren’t you, bitch?” Mistress Vinetra taunted.

“Mmf!” she answered, the tone doing plenty to get the message across.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. A mutt like you – pretending to be so pure and innocent – you’re always the horniest bitches!”

She pressed the tip of her whip against her crotch even harder, adding enough pressure to push Lily past the point of no return. There was no stopping it now. She was going to climax.

“Very well,” Mistress Vinetra sighed, as though it were the most mundane thing in the world. “Go ahead. Come! Come like the horny bitch you are!”

Lily, having the blessing of her mistress along with her husband’s relentless ravaging, clenched her fists and braced for the approaching orgasmic rush. Her body trembled in its bound state, arching back and tugging at her restraints. Her movements were so intense that Byron had to slow his movements, almost losing his balance as she writhed before him.

Then, she felt it. Her hips bucked, her vaginal muscles contracted, and her expression twitched erratically. A long, hot rush of pleasure washed over her, consuming her from the inside out with ecstasy.


Mistress Vinetra just laughed while Byron steadied his hips, watching as his wife achieved climax. It must have been quite a sight because Lily could feel his gaze on her. She learned early on in their sex life that she was very animated when she had an orgasm. Mistress Vinetra once joked it was a product of having denied herself such pleasure for most of her life. But in the heat of such a moment, it was no laughing matter.

“Now, that is the look of a sex crazed slut,” Mistress Vinetra laughed, pointing her whip right at her face.

Lily barely heard those words. That didn’t make them any less true. She probably looked like a full-blown nymphomaniac, dazed by the basic pleasures of such a basic act. She could even feel Byron gaze on her, astonished that a woman who was so modest most of the time could be so sexual. He would never say it out loud, but that drove him wild with a special kind of passion.

He’d slowed his thrusts to a steady grind, just enjoying the hot throbbing sensation around his cock while she climaxed. Mistress Vinetra kept laughing, using her whip to push her head up by her chin so that she could not hide her expression. As the orgasmic rush neared its completion, the leather clad woman leaned in so that her face was all Lily saw.

“You see? That’s what you get for following the rules,” she said sternly. “Submit to me and achieve the utmost pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Mmhmm,” Lily managed to say through her gag.

“Good, you horny bitch. But don’t think you’re done for a second,” she said, grabbing her chin with her gloved hand. “You got yours. Now, your horny hubby is going to get his…even if it means treating you like his own personal fuck toy.”

Lily was still in a post-orgasm daze, her brain unable to process the extent of her words. Mistress Vinetra didn’t wait for her to catch up. She was already exercising her authority, slipping around to the other end of the table. Byron could only watch on, his desire for sex still going strong.

Their mistress worked quickly. She undid the shackles that kept Lily’s cuffed wrists bound to the table. That finally allowed her some extra movement. But it didn’t last long. Her wrists stayed bound and Mistress Vinetra didn’t give her time to change that.

“Turn over!” she demanded. “On your back! Hands above your head!”

Lily complied as though it were a reflex. In her daze, her body seemed to move with little forethought. But she didn’t resist. She didn’t even try to remove the ball gag from her mouth.

Before she knew it, Lily was lying flat on her back atop the table. She could now see Byron standing over her, still breathing heavily with a fully erect dick. She then felt Mistress Vinetra pull her wrists back so that they were over her head. From there, she secured them to the side of the table with another strategically placed shackle.

It once again left her bound and prone, completely at the mercy of both her husband and her mistress. She had no further say from here on out. She was just a woman in full submission, ready to fulfill her role in this intimate act.

“There!” Mistress Vinetra said upon securing her wrists. “Now, you’re going to lay there, spread your legs, and watch your husband fuck you. And he’s going to keep fucking you until he comes. Is that clear, Mr. Hubby?”

“Yes, Mistress. It’s clear,” said Byron.

“And she’s gonna take it! She’s gonna take it all!”

She said that last part right into her ear, as if to allay any doubts as to how this would play out. Lily, still reeling from her orgasm, had none to begin with. Without offering a muffled moan in acknowledgement, she just spread her legs as wide as she could. It was her way of telling her husband that she understood.

She was giving herself to him.

She was giving herself over to this feeling and this role.

He’d done his part. Now, she was doing hers.

“What are you waiting for?” yelled Mistress Vinetra. “Do it! Fuck her!”

Byron answered only with a deep, masculine grunt. He then locked eyes with her, maneuvered himself between her legs, and guided his penis back into her dripping wet vagina. His hands were still bound behind his back, but that didn’t hinder him in the slightest. That still didn’t stop Mistress Vinetra swatting his torso with her whip. Even a good soldier needed prodding.

“That’s it! Now, start humping!” she told him. “Work that cock! Get it in nice and deep!”

Byron answered with another grunt, his gaze intensifying even more. It was enough to make Lily hot with passion all over again. It led her to spread her legs wider, bend her knees back, and offer him plenty of room to work with.

Once he entered her, he resumed their heated sex. Back and forth, Byron worked his hips with greater urgency. At this point, he wasn’t just obeying his Mistress. He longed for a release of his own. Lily could see it in his face – the subtle strain that revealed the desperate desire. Sweat had formed on his brow and his member throbbed harder with each successive thrust.

“Harder! Faster!” Mistress Vinetra demanded, swatting his butt with the whip. “I know you wanna come. You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes…I do,” Byron grunted.

“Say it again! I can’t hear you!”

“I said yes! I do!”

“Say to your wife! Tell her what you want to do to her!”

“I want to fuck you! I want to come! I want it…so much!”

His words were so blunt and vulgar. These were never words he dared utter outside this room. Even during their honeymoon, they never spoke in such profane ways. Even when the desire was present, the guidance was not. Just telling one another what they wanted sexually just never came easy.

But Mistress Vinetra made it easy.

She made it clear and blunt, even if it often meant being profane and vulgar.

Crude language aside, it got the point across. And it quickly got Byron to the brink of orgasm. Harder and faster, he humped her with greater urgency. Lily even encouraged him with her eyes, telling him with her dazed glance that she wanted this. She wanted him to share in the same pleasure that she’d just experienced.

Finally, Byron reached that special summit. He crossed that point of no return.

“I’m…coming!” he exclaimed.

“Yes! Do it! Empty your balls! Fill her with your cum!” Mistress Vinetra seethed.

What unfolded next was almost as theatrical as the display Lily had put on earlier. Byron, his feet planted firmly on the floor, bent his knees and leaned over for extra leverage. From there, he delivered a few more targeted thrusts before pushing his member into her deepest depths before the feeling washed over him.

When it hit, he let out a long, masculine moan that echoed throughout the chamber. Lily had come to love that sound. Along with that moan came that hot, intimate feeling inside her as he released his pent-up load of sexual fluids. It was an incredible feeling, his juices mixing with hers inside her depths. And as he leaned over more, his imposing body trembled at the waves of pleasure that followed.

“Such a strong, obedient stud,” Mistress Vinetra commented. “That’s how you really fuck!”

A smug, but satisfied grin formed on the older woman’s face. But neither Lily nor Byron noticed it. For once, their mistress’ attention was not their concern.

 Through his blissful rush, Byron never diverted his gaze from her. And Lily never diverted her gaze from him. Even in this lurid situation – this chamber within a BDSM dungeon that they had willingly entered – their love found a way to entwine with their lust.

It was something they only ever achieved in places like this, a complete submission to this powerful feeling. A lifetime of obedience, modesty, and repression had left them so ill-equipped to navigate sex. But with the help of Mistress Vinetra, they didn’t just embrace the greater pleasures of this act. Their love, as well as their fondness for rules and order, became stronger.

“Well done, you horny mutts. You entered my domain. You followed my rules. And you achieved what we sought,” their mistress said sternly as she set aside her whip and went around to undo their cuffs. “Just remember that submission isn’t just about rules. It’s about dedication. You’re both clearly dedicated to following the right rules. Stick your mistress and you’ll be the most loving, dedicated, sex-crazed mutts you strive to be.”

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Jack’s CreepyPastas: The Horrible Truth About A.I.

This is another video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video is a CreepyPasta that I wrote and narrated myself. Enjoy!

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Jack’s CreepyPastas: The Polar Leviathans

This is another video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. This video is a CreepyPasta that I wrote and narrated myself. Enjoy!

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Sexy Short Story: Just Because

The following is a sexy short story about two people celebrating their love, just because. Enjoy!

He came home that night from a long day at work, not expecting much. It had been just another ordinary day for Jay Grissom. He’d woken up early, gone for a short jog, made himself some coffee, and left the house for his office at the consulting firm he’d worked at for five years now. Jay had been so casual in his routine that he barely spoke to his wife of seven years, Sadie Sonya, when they met up in the kitchen.

She was still tired and groggy, wearing a robe and checking her work emails. She clearly wasn’t expecting much from work that day, either. Being a dental hygienist, Sadie’s routine was just as typical.

There were no major events scheduled for that week.

There were no major holidays coming soon.

There weren’t even any major milestones, be they birthdays, anniversaries, or historic dates.

But that only made what Jay saw when he got home all the more special.

“My God,” was all he could say.

“Just the reaction I was hoping for,” Sadie laughed.

It was something out right out of a steamy romance novel or a dirty movie. Sadie had closed the blinds, rearranged the furniture, and set up an inflatable air mattress just in front of the fireplace. On the coffee table and TV stand, she placed an elaborate array of electric candles. She’d also placed special red cloths over each lamp, bathing the entire living room in an erotic red hue.

But at the center of it all was Sadie herself. She’d once again raided the sexy draw in their dresser, breaking out the see-through lingerie and matching thong underwear she knew he loved. She’d also placed rose petals over the inflated bed with special bottles of exotic lotion nearby. It left little ambiguity as to what she intended for them this evening.

“I know it’s late. I know you’re tired, sore, and restless,” she said in the sweetest, sexiest tone he’d ever heard. “But I still want to do this.”

“Why? What’s the occasion?” Jay asked, still flabbergasted by the sight before him.

“No occasion. No reason. Just because,” Sadie answered.

A wide, beaming grin formed on his face. It was the perfect response that fully encapsulated why he’d fallen in love with this woman.

Sadie mirrored that grin as she rose from the inflatable mattress, approached him while sensually swaying her hips with every side, and welcomed him home with a deep, affectionate kiss. While Jay savored the taste of her sweet lips, she helped him out of his clothes. The overpriced suit he’d worn that day came off quickly. Sadie had gotten quite adept at undoing the buttons, belt, and tie his work required him to wear. Jay didn’t even mind that she was overly casual in tossing it aside into a pile on the floor, knowing fully that they would get wrinkled, dirty, and in need of a trip to the dry cleaners.

It was all worth it. Because it meant he could feel Sadie’s soft hands on his naked skin.

By the time she pulled down his boxers, they were already making their way back to the inflatable bed. Their kissing became more fervent – lips meshing harder as tongues hungrily twirled. By the time he laid her down, he’d removed her lingerie to reveal her ample breasts. Even though they had been clearly visible through the thin fabric, it still felt so good – feeling her fleshy mounds with both hands. It earned Jay a soft purr from his beautiful wife.

“Mmm…you’re not as tired as I thought,” Sadie said playfully.

“I thought I was too,” Jay said. “Not anymore!”

They laughed together as they embraced a more playful spirit. In short order, he and Sadie were making out atop the inflatable mattress like a couple of horny teenagers. As their kissing became messier and more heated, they let their hands roam freely – touching and caressing naked skin wherever they found it.

Jay knew his wife’s feminine contours so well, right down to that small part of her neck that made her giggle like a schoolgirl. And she knew his special spots too, including that little spot on his lower back that sent delightful shivers up from his core. It was targeted foreplay at its finest, stoking the passion they shared, as well as the growing desire to make love.

But Sadie had never been one to make elaborate plans without seeing them through. When it came to satiating such shared desire, she always went the extra mile.

“Lie down on your stomach,” Sadie whispered seductively.

Jay couldn’t oblige fast enough. What heathy, heterosexual male could? This was how Sadie further stoked their love and desire. And she was damn good at it.

As soon as he was on his stomach, she reached for the bottles of lotion. Upon opening one, the sweet scent of citrus and lilac filled the room. That was one of Jay’s favorite scents. The fact Sadie knew that was just another testament to her dedication as his wife and his lover.

Still playful, as well as seductive, she applied a sizable amount of lotion onto his back and shoulders. Some of it got onto the mattress, but there was little concern about messing it up. It wouldn’t have been the first time they’d stained a mattress with the products of their sex lives. Once applied, she set the bottle aside and proceeded to give him soft, but thorough massage.

“You’re tense,” Sadie commented, “and not just because you’re horny.”

“It was…a long day,” Jay said in between content gasps.

“Any particular reason why?”

“None that matter right now,” he answered.

Sadie fell silent, but Jay could still feel her seductive grin on him. She became more focused and bold in her touching, paying special attention to the area between his shoulder blades and his lower back. It was so relaxing and soothing while also being undeniably sexy. Certain parts of his body relaxed while others tensed. It felt so good – so much so that a part of his brain urged him to just roll over, take Sadie in his arms, and make love to her on the spot.

But, as tempting as it seemed, Jay tempered those thoughts. Sadie was the kind of lover who enjoyed taking her time. It often tested a man’s restraint, but she always made sure to reward such patience.

“I had a long day too,” she said while rubbing his thighs with both hands. “It was a normal day, but it felt longer than usual. I was tempted to just fall asleep on the couch when I got home. But then I thought…why not do something needlessly sexy?”

“Just because?” Jay said, mirroring the same tone and verbiage from earlier.

“Just because,” she repeated.

They laughed playfully together. That encouraged Sadie even more. Still flat on his stomach, Sadie leaned over and began rubbing her breasts against his oiled up back. He could clearly feel her hardened nipples grazing over his sinews. That was as clear a sign as any that his wife was very horny. And even her restraint had limits.

“Roll over,” she whispered into his ear, her voice both seductive and urgent.

Jay did so eagerly. While he shifted his body, Sadie eagerly slipped off her panties. How or why they’d stayed on for so long was beyond him. But once they were off, she threw them across the room with little care of where they landed. Now as naked as him – her arousal matching him, as well – she mounted him in preparation for their sex.

No words were said.

None were necessary.

Sadie told him everything he needed to know with her eyes. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She loved him with as much passion he loved her. And she sought to turn that love into a real, tangible act that they could share together. Jay sought the same thing. It was merely a matter of letting their bodies follow their desire.

It all culminated in a perfect uniting of their flesh. Once aligned – her knees planted at his side and his pelvis angled with hers – it happened. A careful movement of her hips, combined with a light thrust of his, and he entered her. And from there, their lovemaking commenced.

“Sadie…” Jay gasped.

His beautiful wife just shot him another beaming smile, taking his hands in hers and squeezing them tight as she proceeded to ride him. Hot, sensual sensations followed, evoking a frenzied mix of gasps and grunts. The hot, tight feeling of her womanly flesh slithering smoothly over his manly length consumed them both. It felt so wonderfully intoxicating. And it was a feeling they savored together.

“Oh Jay!” Sadie moaned.

Squeezing his hands harder, the pace of their sex escalated. Heightened passions fueled greater exertion, their naked bodies rocking and undulating to the steady rhythm of their love. The air mattress under them got quite slippery, but it did little to temper their passion. If anything, the slippery surface helped them have more fun with this intimate act.

Joyous laughter soon mixed in with the typical gasps and grunts of sex. Jay eventually took a more active role, embracing her and pulling her into a deeper embrace as she rode him. She somehow managed to keep those skilled hips of hers bouncing, even as she kissed his lips and pawed his chest. Jay made sure to supplement each movement, thrusting upwards with his hips and using his arm strength to help guide every movement.

They soon struck a solid balance – making love with an intensity that didn’t exhaust their passion too quickly, nor did it unfold too slowly as to temper the desire. Once they found that balance, they began making love in various positions atop the air mattress. Jay got on top for a while, allowing Sadie to catch her breath for a bit. They also spooned while he poured some of the lotion on her, allowing their naked bodies to grind more intimately and sensually.

It was the kind of balance only a couple of experienced lovers could achieve – the kinds of lovers who didn’t need holidays, anniversaries, or birthdays to enjoy some overly elaborate lovemaking.

Jay and Sadie knew the breadth and limits of such passions. They also knew what it took to follow those passions to their inevitable peak. Getting Sadie to the brink took some effort. She once even joked that few lovers had been willing to put in such effort. But Jay was plenty willing. And after being married for seven years, it was practically a reflex.

“I’m close!” she gasped. “I’m so…so close!”

“Me too…my darling,” Jay said through labored breaths.

She was on top of him again, riding him cowgirl while leaning over him with their eyes locked in an impassioned gaze. Jay kept a firm grip on her hips while she clung to his shoulders, bracing herself for the oncoming rush of ecstasy.

When it hit, Jay watched with delight as her face contorted into that distinct orgasmic expression. He then grinned widely and held her close as she tensed and contorted to the blissful release. Sadie was always so theatrical when she climaxed, her hips tensing and her back contorting in such a distinct way. She also let out these adorable squeals of joy that filled the room. And no matter how many times he heard it, Jay never got tired of that sound.

But even as his love enjoyed her orgasm, she kept moving and working her hips – eager to ensure he got to share in the ecstasy. It took extra effort and concentration on her part. But for him, she was always willing to go the extra mile for him. The end result was a uniquely satisfying climax with the woman he loved.

“Ohhh God!” Jay gasped when he felt it.

Closing his eyes, he felt his mind and body ascend to that special domain of bliss. Hot sensations of pleasure coursed through his body in conjunction with his sexual release. Their flesh still entwined, his juices mixed with hers in a wondrous manifestation of their love. And as Jay soaked in this feeling, Sadie interlocked her fingers with his and held his hands close to her chest.

In doing so, he could feel her rapidly beating heart. It was like a beacon of their love – a testament to the intimate effort they’d shared. When Jay opened his eyes and looked up at his beautiful wife, he gave her hand a firm squeeze to further convey his love.

“I love you,” he said to her.

“I love you too,” Sadie said back said back.

He smiled at her and he smiled back. Their flesh parted and she laid on top of him. Now cuddled next to one another, they shared a soft kiss. It was still early in the evening and at some point, they were going to have to get cleaned up. But for now, Jay was content to just enjoy the afterglow with Sadie.

“You know…when I woke up this morning, I wasn’t expecting much out of this day.”

“Me neither,” she said. “We’ve had a lot of days like that lately.”

“But you just made it special…just because.”

“Well, when you love someone…that’s all the reason you need.”

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