Author: Bluehyenaboi

Moonlighting [F/M] [long]

Being alone at the work station gave me plenty of time to think. Sometimes it was wondering why I was working 45 hour weeks for shit pay, other times I thought about taking up fly fishing or something. Sometimes I thought about nothing at all to the point where I wasn’t sure if I was still conscious while the specimen fridge buzzed in the background.

Today though, I was thinking about how long it had been since I got laid. Or even got myself off for that matter; had it really been a month since I last came?? Fuck. I stretched my tan legs under my desk. Living in a coed bunkhouse with 4 dudes I barely knew made lots of things difficult, masturbating not the least of them. There’s no way they wouldn’t be able to hear me; even if I was quiet, the shitty old bed would not be. Embarrassing.

I’d driven to a couple worksites with one of my coworkers, Mark, and he seemed pretty cool. Basic interests of a 20-something Midwest guy fresh out of college. Video games, going to the lake on his days off, bouldering, eating my fucking gourmet pickled green beans out of the fridge. All in all someone I would consider a friend if I spent more than 35 minutes a day with them outside of work. Read more »

He likes to tease me [M/M] [gay] [transman] [sending nudes] [multiple orgasms] [creampie]

Toward the end of my workday at the local mechanic’s garage, my phone buzzed with a text notification in the back pocket of my overalls. My hands were currently all up in the guts of a big lifted truck, covered in grease, so I didn’t bother to check it. No more than 20 minutes later, my phone buzzed again, and twice more shortly after. I grumbled and extracted myself from under the shadow of the steel frame to see who the fuck had something important to tell me when I was in the middle of something.

After a cursory wipe of my hands on a shop rag, I took out my phone and opened the notifications. Texts and picture messages from my boyfriend Nathan. I smiled a little to myself.

Nathan: “Hey look what came in the mail today!!”

My heart rate spiked when I opened the first image. He was posing in the bathroom mirror, with his shirt pulled up in his teeth and one hand dipping below the waistband of his pants. My eyes followed the line of hair from below his navel across his belly and up his chest. I found the bright gold nipple ring then and the matching ones in his ears, presumably what had come in the mail. But hardly the focus of the image. His body was angled like a roman sculpture, all charisma and allure. Read more »

Not enough [nonbinary] [solo] [masturbation]

They’re restless. Cooped up at home, alone. They complete their daily chores and work tasks early, nothing to do for the rest of the day. When they get like this, their hobbies are the last thing they’re thinking of. All they want is sex.

Sweaty, rough, loud sex.

Delicious slow, sensual sex.

Bodies moving together and breathless moans for more, more, MORE.

Satisfying the craving for their clit to be sucked and pussy to be filled is impossible. They’re restless like an animal in an enclosure. Pacing, whining, salivating at the thought of a woman’s mouth closing around their throbbing clit. Seeing stars at the image that flits across their mind of a cock pushing inside of them and stretching them to the limit.

They masturbated yesterday twice but it was boring and lazy. It felt too fake then. But they can’t think about anything else so they shove all the furniture away to clear out the center of the room, lay down some thick towels and arrange their toys. Today, they’re not going to stop until they can’t take it anymore, until their legs can’t stop shaking, until hopefully the bone-deep need for release is satisfied. Read more »

This Pussy Bites [M/F] [butch domme] [daddy kink] [face-sitting] [anal] [strap-on] [mild bdsm] [long]

People like me don’t change. We just tell ourselves “just this once” each time we break our own self-imposed rules for who we fuck and how we fuck them. The thing about this was it wasn’t supposed to go this far. But he asked to be my plaything, and I was bored, maybe even a little curious. A woman’s gotta eat and when a tasty morsel presents itself, well, there’s no turning back is there?

Thomas was my excuse this time. He was 32 to my 21. A bit soft in the gut with a patchy beard when he didn’t shave, and lived with his parents so he could finally finish his degree. I kept a carefully regimented workout schedule and diet, sculpting my body to a strong vessel with which to satisfy my every whim. My day job allowed me to live comfortably and as such I liked to provide myself with pleasurable company, and provide others with the domination they didn’t even know they wanted. Coincidentally I called myself a lesbian, but anyone close to me knew how much I enjoyed the challenge of turning a “man’s man” into a submissive mess under my boot. Read more »

Kissin’ the cowboy – Part 2 [F/M] [age gap] [dilf] [aftercare] [handjob]

{ Part two, as promised! I might continue the story between these characters. They seem like a good match. Tell me if you want more ;) }

*”I wanna hear you make that sound some more, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear between nibbles on my throat and neck.

“Mmmm I’ll see what I can do,” I responded, a bit out of breath, “but I don’t think I want to right here…” I looked at him coyly.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Take me home with you, handsome,” I said pulling him against me by his belt, before kissing him again.*

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“Never thought you’d ask,” he purred.

We parted, just barely, so I could put the cans away, lock up, and turn off the lights and so he could jam on his hat and grab his coat. I glanced at him as we hurried outside and noticed the bulge in his jeans. Blushing, I waited for him to unlock the truck.

I hopped in the passenger side of his truck and when he shut his door, I attacked him with a kiss, causing him to slump against the driver side door. The brim of his hat bumped my forehead. Read more »

Kissin’ the cowboy – Part 1 [F/M] [age gap] [DILF]

{ I hope you enjoy reading this – I know I enjoy writing it! I’m trying to polish my dialogue skills. What better way than writing porn! This might not be anybody’s cup of tea but mine, but here goes.
Older dilf cowboy and his favorite bartender make out after closing. It gets steamy.}

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Glass clinked as I poured a beer into a frosty glass. The bar was fairly empty; a few tables of people with baskets of onion rings and greasy burgers filled the room with quiet conversation, a few guys up on the stools nursing their drinks and chatting. I passed the beer to the patron closest to me with a smile, as usual. My apron swished around my jeans as I made my way to the other end of the bar to get out some more glasses. I liked it quiet, especially after a rowdy night like last night. 

Normally today was my day off but my coworker got in a fight with some wasted idiot hicks again and was home with a concussion. I didn’t mind picking up his shift though, the pay was fair and regulars always treated me well. Small-town bars are like that. The bar is where most of the social interaction outside of work hours happens, so it’s best to be friendly with the bartenders unless you want warm beer and weak cocktails.  Read more »

Surface tension pt 2 [F/F/M] [butch/femme/man] [threesome] [strapon] [femdom] [oral] [really long sorry]

A month or so had gone by since our first night together. In that time, Alex and I had sex at least twice a week, but otherwise our relationship was casual, more like a FWB situation than anything. I took her to breakfast a few times, basking in her “I came 4 times last night, and twice more an hour ago” glow as we sat across from each other savoring chocolate chip pancakes or french toast at her favorite diner.

I hadn’t gotten bored of seeing her writhe under my mouth or feel her hands on my chest when she sat on my face, grinding on my tongue. I had a feeling she wasn’t bored of me either; even when we passed each other between classes she flashed a cheeky grin and stuck her tongue out at me. Most of our housemates had to have known based on the sounds that must have come from her bedroom, and one gave me a two-thumbs up one morning as I stumbled out of her room on the way to the bathroom wearing only my boxers and a smattering of hickeys from my collar bone to my navel. Read more »

Surface Tension pt 1 [F/F] [oral] [fingering] [long]

You read about college housemates hooking up after weeks of mutual pining but you never think it would happen to you. That’s what I thought too, before I got a crush on my housemate Alex. I was 22, about 5’6″ with dark brown hair cut short in one of those gay mullet-hawk things you see lesbians with a lot. My body type was relatively stocky with broad shoulders, strong legs and zero curves because I did strength sports. Not very attractive to most men, not that I gave a fuck about mens opinions of me, but I digress. She was 22, a wickedly smart biochem major, and had a great body; about 5’8″, lean like a soccer player. Knew how to show it off too. The house we lived in was big, and we shared with 3 others to split up the rent nicely. We hung out a lot together with mutual friends who had similar interests in things like video games, exploring abandoned buildings, and weed. I could never really gauge how she felt about me, but I personally had the major hots for her. Once we had a conversation in her car while sharing fries and chocolate shake about labels and casual hookups, and I knew there was at least a little bit of sexual tension between us but, me being the clueless lesbian, never acted on the hunch. Instead I resolved myself to watching Alex laugh at our friends dumb jokes, listening to her boy woes, and wondering how my head would feel between her thighs. Read more »

She can take care of hersel[f] [Solo] [masturbation] [fantasy]

Zoe lay in bed on a hot summer evening. Even after sunset, it was hot and stagnant. She was wearing only her underwear, and had kicked all the blankets off the bed. She lay sprawled out trying to distract herself from the heat. While not unbearable, it was uncomfortable and she could feel sweat starting to form on her chest. She was hoping the boy she was talking to would text her or something, but her phone lay silent on the side table.

She sighed, restless. Her mind wandered lazily to memories of going to concerts at the amphitheatre in the mountains. Of course, she hadn’t gone anywhere or seen anyone besides her barista and the nice ladies at the grocery store since quarantine started and she was actually fine with staying home. Most of the time. Tonight, she was wishing she had a lock-down buddy that wasn’t her old housemate’s Betta fish named Beans. She remembered that tall ruggedly handsome stranger that caught her eye at the last music festival she went to. At the time, she was newly single and happy that way, so nothing happened but fantasized about him dicking her down from time to time. She had also been coming down from a magnificent high and everything was beautiful and perfect, including that guy. Still-pretty-stoned Zoe views the world through rose-colored glasses with a healthy dose of horny. Now she was sober, but quarantine amped up her craving for sex to a near constant basis. Read more »

Christening the new bed [FF] [Butch/femme] [long] [oral sex] [strap-on]

[If you’re here for the sex, it starts at the XXXX :)]

“Babe that is totally unnecessary, don’t fuck it up” Taylor poked my back with the Allen wrench she was holding. We had spend weeks redecorating our new apartment, finally putting together a king sized bed as a finishing touch. The company sent little Allen wrenches to tighten the bolts but they were shitty aluminum garbage and barely worked so I broke out my fancy big kid tool box with a ratcheting screw driver and a million different types of screw bits for the project. Taylor poked me again as my screwdriver clicked the bolt into it’s proper tightness.

“Hey careful with that, it might break if you poke me too hard,” I chuckled as I moved to the next loose bolt, “They don’t make em how they used to!”

Taylor sighed, “I’m glad I have you then, handyman.”

“That’s handy-MA’AM to you, lady,” I drawled in my best Jersey accent.

“Oi, are ya gettin handsy with me chief?” Taylor said with her hands on her hips, mimicking a Brooklyn twang. Read more »