The Good Slut [MF] [Taboo] [Rough]

The music and laughter faded as I quickly walked down the hallway looking for a bathroom. Unzipping my pants and starting to pull my dick free I threw open the cracked door I figured was the bathroom. Rose sat on the toilet, legs spread wide with a hand furiously fingering her pussy while the other hand stretching out her nipple roughly. She didn’t stop with interruption, infact her eyes looked me up and down evaluating me. Before resting on my hand mid fishing my cock out of my jeans. She moaned as she bit her lower lip, tugging her nipple even harder.

Peaking my head down the hall, I assured no one was coming before softly closing the door. Rubbing the shaft of my stiffening cock, still in my jeans, I awkwardly walked over to Rose. I watched as she slowly pulled her fingers out of her wet pussy to slowly circle her clit. Her back arched as she massaged her breast, working them roughly and pulling her nipples hard. I felt precum leak into my underwear as I stroked myself harder. She stiffles a grunt as her fingers dive deep inside herself again, her eyes still locked on my jeans. She smiled as I pulled the erection free from it’s denim prison and slowly stroked my length.

A Long Day Relief – Spontaneous Romance

    I swear, today could not get over fast enough. Between the endless meetings, mindless small talk, and insistent nagging from ignorant employees, the traffic home felt like a dull annoyance. It was the thought of you that made me leave early, facing the beginning of rush hour traffic that was actually tolerable with you in my mind. It’s been a decade, and you are still the one person I look for after long days like today.

    I ritualistically take off my shoes, coat, and satchels as I walk into our home. I hear your favorite song blaring over the running water in the kitchen. I knew what I would be greeted by when I walked into the kitchen. Never do I  tire of the sight, because I am still in awe of your beauty. I find you, as I expected, Standing in front of the sink, hips swaying to the music, your ‘granny panties’, as you like to call them, cupping your ass as your hips move from side to side. My cock stiffens as I watch you. 

End of Campaign Celebration – D&D

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End of Campaign Celebration – D&D

It’s weird how you wind up spending time with the most assorted group of people playing Dungeons and Dragons. This group was no different, Pat was a successful online career DM for a multitude of tabletop role playing games. Brian had a full time job as a mechanical designer. Heather was a bartender at some dive bar downtown while Steven was a fitness instructor at an overpriced gym uptown.. Cynthia rarely spoke of what she did until months after they had been playing consistently, turns out Cynthia was a fairly successful webcam and solo adult content creator.

After two years our Curse of Strahd campaign finally is coming to a close. Strahd has been cornered in his castle, they have the Sun Sword and almost all of their hit points and spell slots left. They sat around in the dark room of Pat’s studio apartment hanging on to his every word, while he tried to kill off our characters with every action.

THE DREAM WEAVER PT. 01

My morning work commutes are finally starting to get easier. Since moving from a backwater town on the east coast, to this rule metropolitan area, healthier living has been on the forefront of my mind. So a month back, I decided to stop driving the hour-long commute to work and bought myself a shiny new bike. After a week, I nicknamed ‘birth control’. Not only did I look like an overgrown child riding the damn thing thirty minutes everyday, but I am pretty sure the seat cut off all reproduction functions in my dick. Nevertheless I was bound and determined to make this work.

The chilly crisp air feels amazing on my ride this morning. I check my watch to see how I am doing on time. Ahead of schedule, perfect! Time to stop off for a coffee.

Kats Koffee Shop, I’ve been past it dozens of times, but this is my first time inside. Small, quaint, with a mix of modern tables and chairs to clash with the rustic decor and artwork.

“Ooop.” I hear from behind the counter. A cute woman is quickly trying to smooth down her skirt behind the counter.

[MF] What friends are for…

“Come on bro, you’ve been sulking in that apartment for a week. Get out here and have some fun!” Chads semi slurred speech indicating he is probably already half in the bag by now. This midnight phone call isn’t that first time he has called this week, trying to get me out of my sullen mood.

“Not tonight, bro. I am going to grab some whiskey and pizza, hang around my place tonight.”

“She’s not coming back bud. Least you can come have a good time with me, I have women waiting for you here!”

“Maybe next week. Have fun, and get a ride home.” Rushing to get off the phone before my mood kills his night more than it has already.

“Ok man, just try and cheer up. And for fuck sake get some good whiskey this time; no piss fire water. Love you bro.”

“Love you too man.”