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• Rhea’s Bloody Domination Kink

  February 23, 2026

  I recline back against the plush headboard, black hair spilling across the white pillowcase. The crimson silk of my nightgown clings to my curves, emphasizing the swell of my breasts and the slight convexity of my hips. A quiet moan escapes my lips as I gaze down at myself, the gentle rise and fall of my chest a tantalizing harbinger of the need coursing through my veins.

  It’s that time of the month again – the pinnacle of my power, the peak of my dominance. My pussy throbs with each beat of my heart, the familiar ache a siren’s call to the men who dare to cross my path. They think they can handle me, that they can tame the beast within. But I know better. Only the most determined, the most desperate, will rise to the challenge.

  And oh, how I crave their desperation. The way they tremble as they catch the coppery tang of my arousal, the dazed look in their eyes as they part my thighs to worship at the altar of my cunt. It’s a perverse thrill, knowing that they’re addicted to the taste of my menstrual blood, that they’d do anything to have a moment alone with my pussy.

  The door creaks open, and I lift my gaze to watch the figure step into my bedroom. He’s tall, lanky, with a mop of unkempt brown hair and a hunger in his eyes that’s almost palpable. It’s clear he’s been chosen, that he’s willing to play by my rules.

  “Come here,” I purr, beckoning him closer with a curl of my finger. He approaches with a feral intensity, his hands shaking as he reaches for the hem of my nightgown. With a deft tug, he bares my cunt to his eager gaze, and I let out a gasp of pleasure as the cool air kisses my swollen lips.

  He doesn’t hesitate, diving between my thighs with a grunt of desire. His tongue is a fervent explorer, delving into my folds with a desperation that’s both intoxicating and terrifying. I can feel him salivating, his mouth coating my sensitive flesh with a slick layer of need. It’s a heady sensation, knowing that he’s consumed by his hunger for me, that he’ll do anything to taste the very essence of my womanhood.

  He devours me with abandon, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he fucks his face against my cunt. I can feel the building pressure, the coiling tension that signals my impending climax. With a guttural moan, I let go, my orgasm crashing over me in a wave of white-hot ecstasy.

  As I come down from my high, I gaze down at the man sprawled across my bed, chest heaving and face streaked with a mix of blood and saliva. His eyes are hazy with lust, his lips curled into a dazed, blissful smile. In that moment, I know that he’s mine, that he’ll do whatever it takes to earn his place by my side.

  And as I slip from the bed, nightgown rustling against my skin, I can already feel the anticipation building for our next encounter. After all, a woman’s power is limitless, and I intend to wield mine to the fullest extent.

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• Mother/Son Incest is Best! Jeanne & Anthony

  February 22, 2026

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  Jeanne Catherine LaMonica swaggered through the crowded restaurant, her curvaceous figure accentuated by the tight red dress that hugged every inch of her voluptuous body. The short, blonde hair framed her face, drawing attention to her full lips and penetrating blue eyes. She knew heads turned as she made her way to the table, where her handsome son, Anthony, awaited her.

  Anthony, a bald man in his 40s with a chiseled jawline and an imposing presence, stood to greet his mother. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close as he kissed her cheek. “Mom, you look stunning as always,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

  Jeanne smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why thank you, dear boy. You clean up quite nicely yourself.” She took a seat, crossing her legs to reveal the expanse of her toned thighs, clad in sheer black stockings that ended just above her knee-high red heels.

  The waiter arrived to take their order, but Jeanne barely registered the menu, her attention solely on Anthony. She reached out to trail a finger along his forearm, her touch lingering on his skin. “I’ve been thinking… maybe it’s time we take our little secret to the next level,” she purred, her voice dripping withlust.

  Anthony’s eyes locked onto his mother’s, his gaze darkening with desire. “In what way, Mom?” he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.

  Jeanne leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. “Let’s not hide what we both want. What we’ve been craving for so long. I want you to fuck me right here, right now, in the open where everyone can see.”

  Anthony growled low in his throat, his hand immediately finding her thigh, inching closer to the apex of her legs. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” he teased, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties.

  Jeanne bit her lip, a moan escaping her as Anthony’s touch ignited a fire within her. “Oh, Anthony,” she whimpered, “I need you so badly. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  Without another word, Anthony stood, pulling his mother to her feet. He guided her towards the exit, not caring who noticed as he pushed through the crowd. Once outside, he pressed her against the cold brick wall of the building, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce, passionate kiss.

  Jeanne wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she ground her hips against his. “Please, Anthony,” she begged, “I want your cock inside me.”

  Anthony fumbled with his belt, freeing his impressive erection. He lifted Jeanne’s skirt, revealing her thong-clad sex to the prying eyes of passersby. “Watch and learn, everyone,” he declared, as he tore the flimsy fabric away, exposing his mother’s bare, glistening cunt.

  Jeanne gasped as Anthony’s thick, hard cock probed her entrance, the head nudging against her slick folds. “Fuck me, Anthony,” she demanded, “Claim me as yours, right here where the world can see the incest between us.”

  With a primal grunt, Anthony thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt within his mother’s welcoming heat. Jeanne cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing around him as he began to pound into her, their slick, obscene sounds echoing through the streets.

  They fucked with wild abandon, lost in their taboo pleasure, as strangers watched and whispered. Jeanne’s heels dug into the pavement, her hips meeting Anthony’s thrusts with reckless abandon. The world faded away as they lost themselves in their carnal embrace, determined to explore every taboo depth of their incestuous relationship.

  As their climax approached, Jeanne reached down to rub Anthony’s throbbing cock, her fingers dancing over the sensitive head. “Come inside me, Anthony,” she pleaded, “Fill my cunt with your hot, virile seed.”

  With a guttural roar, Anthony buried himself deep, his cock pulsating as he unleashed a torrent of cum within Jeanne’s clutching depths. She trembled and moaned, her ownorgasm crashing over her in waves as she milked every last drop from her son’s spent cock.

  Breathless and satiated, they clung to each other, their bodies still entwined as they savored the afterglow of their illicit tryst. Jeanne knew this was just the beginning, that their love for each other would only grow stronger with time, and she couldn’t wait to see what other depths of depravity they would explore together.