[Str8][Bi][M/F] Friends Forever – I wanted to write a story from a man’s perspective. Let me know if I had been managed it.

I waited for her to close the door. We were alone now. I felt a slight tightening of my chest as I ran over the script in my head. I knew what had happened two nights back was not a dream, I knew she had already tasted my lips and felt the contours of my nipples as I had drifted gently to a dreamless sleep. I had no memory what happened afterwards. But I didn’t care of that till I could see her admit to it.

– so what did you did u want to talk about that was so urgent?

Her tone didn’t reveal any secret nor guilt. It was a challenge, daring me to confront her with the truth rather than some half hearted speculation. It was an admission of truth that didn’t require validation of a conversation. Her tone rattled me. And I realised that the only reason I wanted her to admit to that night was so that I could kiss her back again. Feel her lips on my throat and my collar bones. See her eyes as she sucked on each of my nipples and know for once that she was mine to please and give pleasure to.

[Str8] [FM] A Joy Ride – I wrote this as a bedtime story for my master

– Let’s try the haunted house next.

The group had already been through several rides in the amusement by now, and I for one was feeling the increasing need to sit down with zero possibility of adrenaline shoot ups. Taking up the opportunity to intervene, I did exactly that

– How about we try the cave ride, it has some funny light and sound effects I hear – I lied, there were none, I had tried it a few months back.

– Are you sure? Do we want to try that?

Before anyone could object, I made up some quick improvisations that would at least arouse their curiosity to try it out, and soon we were in the line.

I knew the lulling ride would last for about 7 mins, the boats carrying us through a dark tunnel, with some very fake, and very un-terrifying props, a bit of sound and noise to create an atmosphere that would enchant a child, bore an adult, and give me the break I needed. Plus, since we were an odd numbered group, I stood good chance of having a boat to myself. Selfish much? Yes. Rowing on.

[F] [mast] First time posting, hope to dear god not breaking any rules. It’s entirely fictional and meant for simple fun and joy, no disrespect intended

I’m in my online class and there’s just one student. He’s nearly 18, and I every time I interact with him, I can’t help but imagine what a wonderful man he will grow up to be. He’s handsome even now, and really smart and intelligent. He would come wearing shorts to my class, n I could make out the shape of his ass. Quite spankable, I always thought with a laugh. I would wonder once or twice if his dick filled his shorts well or not. Then one time I had a dream about him, and while I don’t remember what the dream was about, I did wake up aroused…

I’m in the class, and it’s him. I can’t see him but he can see me. It’s almost like being blind folded. He has his mic switched off too. It’s almost like being alone, but u know u are being observed. I wonder if he’s really observing me, and I wonder if he would know…