Author: Boobal

Office, Ours [Mf] [teacher/student] [college] [vanilla] [office sex]

Late again. The car didn’t budge, something I was only used to in icy winters, not the hottest summer. I was barging through the maze-like corridors. The indistinct chatter guided me as it got louder and louder. Though I was a couple years older than them, being around college students makes you feel much younger. It is also damn fun feeling like Moses, parting the sea of people as you appear. Beaming smiles coming from most of them also cures many ailments of the heart.

I threw my notes on my desk and plopped down, catching my breath as everyone took their place. Attendance was pretty low, and many of the appearing wore sunglasses. Last night’s ball took their toll on them. I tried to keep a low volume; based on my experience, hangovers and classes don’t match too well. One didn’t care though. A pair of gleaming eyes sat in front, the middle of the second row, an avid fan she seemed to be. Her hair ran through her fingers, resting her head on her hand, with a coy smile. The royal blue summer dress complimented her blood red lips, deeply cut, almost provocatively. As much as I tried to look constantly around the class, my eyes kept wandering back to her. There was something magnetic about her look. She must have noticed, her white teeth gleamed at me every time. Read more »

Lovely Lake [mf] [light fdom] [public] [slightly romantic] [teasing] [orgasm denial]

The light blue sky was starting to melt into orange. We went out a bit later than planned. Sometimes it is way too difficult to climb out of bed. However, this new hue rising above us did suit her hair better. We walked along the lake nearby, hand in hand. She held a picnic basket in her other hand. Although it was jam packed with goodies, it wasn’t too heavy – thank God. She wouldn’t let me carry it no matter how much I insisted. The only thing I managed to snatch was the blanket.

The picnic was her idea. It’s not that I had anything against it, but I prefer a table and candles, if given the choice. Plus, she does have her ways of convincing me. Her smile beamed in the afternoon light, leading the way. She rubbed her arm, and looked around for a place to settle down. An old tree sat majestically next to the lake. It was like a Bob Ross painting. Although we stumbled upon it accidentally, it is known as a place for lovers, having carved messages on the trunk of the tree that have seen parties, lovers, old couples. They even put out a bench. Read more »

The Hole [MM] [anal] [blowjob] [used]

The belt started to irritate my wrist, but I couldn’t care less. I’ve been tied here for forty minutes already, and not even one caressing hand have found me. It was my first time in a dungeon like this. Tied up to a desk, with your lower half sticking out into the publicly accessible place. Decent pay. Not that I cared. The thrill of being used was enough. I never had a boyfriend, but my fantasies were getting out of control, and even though I was red as the Soviet flag when I arrived here, I quickly realized that the customers will not see my face.
But it’s been forty minutes. At least. Is my butt too ugly? I waxed the important areas. It’s not that there are no customers; five minutes after opening the first arrived and there has been constant moans since. There were twelve of us in service. A couple of my colleagues were in the same position in me; some were on the other side of a gloryhole. The “luckiest” were also on another side of two gloryholes, but not as receivers. Read more »