Teenage Dream [dad swap] [teen] [older man] [virginity] [fiction]

Woohoooo, another story!

This time I have a genuine reason for the sabbatical lol. I was commissioned for another story about a month and a half ago, and spent two whole weeks finishing it, and the dude didn’t pay. Still hasn’t. It severely disheartened me and I’ve only just gotten back into the groove of things, but now I’ve finished this and I’m in love with it!!

So, enjoy the story, you horny fucks. More to come soon ;)

(All characters are over 18)

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*”Okay, okay… fuck, marry, kill. Tyler from the Starbucks on Fifth Street… Chris Pine… or my dad?”*

*“Ew, Tess, don’t be gross!” The young brunette scrunched her nose up playfully, falling backwards to sprawl out on the couch. “Your dad is, like, fifty years old.”*

*“He’s forty-four, chill. Say you’d kill him, then.”*

*“Well, cuz, like… I wouldn’t. Not… not necessarily.”*

*“What?” Zoey giggled as she swallowed the sip she’d taken from her red plastic cup. “Dude, that’s my* dad.”

He Doesn’t Have to Know [true story] [cheating] [side piece] [friends with benefits] [virginity] [revenge] [facesitting] [pussy eating]

((All characters were of legal age at the time of this story.))

I met my husband, Angel, when we were both sophomores in school. That’s not his name, of course, but it may as well be, considering that he saved me; and of all things, he saved me with the most amazing sex I’d ever had up to the night of our first time together.

I was the new girl in class, about to turn sixteen, and he was the best friend of one of my classmates. He also had a crush on me, but I didn’t know that. Back then, the classmate – Amos, as I’ll call him – was the only guy in school that I knew *for sure* had a crush on me, and that drew my codependent ass to him like a moth to a flame. He asked me to Homecoming with only three days to spare till the dance, and I said yes, and we started dating the night of the dance.

All was well for about four months, maybe five. We should’ve ended it before the six-month mark, but we didn’t, instead pressing on in the name of what we thought was love.

Good Christian Boy (Day 9 – Kinkmas) [corruption] [malesub] [femdom]

On the ninth day of Christmas, Kris Kringle gave to me… a good little Christian and a horny woman ready to corrupt him.

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Soooo y’all are getting a triple upload today, haha. I meant to do all this stuff daily, but the other day my wifi went out, and now I had to take my cat to the vet and can’t afford her treatment right now and it’s really stressful (commissions welcome btw, hint hint). I will be posting Day 9, 10, and 11 today.

ALSO!!! For those who have been following my 12 Days of Kinkmas since Day 1, I just realized that I fucked up the titles haha. Somehow I ended up with two “Day 4″s and never caught it, so I’ve been a day off with my stories. Today is Day 9!! Not Day 8 like I thought haha. Day 12 is still going to be on the 24th (tomorrow). Now on to the story!

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Stay Quiet (Kinkmas – Day 7) [public sex] [fingering] [creampie] [exhibitionist]

On the seventh day of Christmas, Kris Kringle gave to me… a daring young couple in desperate need of a creampie.

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Bundled up in several layers against the cold, Miguel and Olivia hurried onto the bus and seated themselves near the back The bus was almost completely full, and there was hardly space for their luggage, so the young blonde ended up sitting in her boyfriend’s lap, with their overbearing suitcase taking up the aisle seat.

They were just a couple of broke students at the local medical college, trying to get to Miguel’s family’s house for Christmas. The cheap bus tickets that would stop by their hometown were all too tempting, and they hadn’t even blinked at the nine hour journey.

“I’m freezing!” Olivia hissed, ruffling her short golden locks as she took off her beanie and tucked her face into Miguel’s neck.

He jumped slightly at the cold touch of her rosy button nose, smiling. “Then why did you wear a skirt?” he asked with a playful eye roll.

Olivia tugged at the fabric adorning her legs with one hand. “They’re thermal tights,” she replied. “They’re supposed to be warmer than jeans.”

Tastes Like Cherry (Kinkmas – Day 3)

On the third day of Christmas, Kris Kringle gave to me… two young lovers getting distracted while decorating cookies.

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“Lucas, *stop*, I’m trying to -”

“I’m not *doing* anything, shut *up!*”

“You *are*! You took my little fuckin’ – my -”

“Your what? Your magic gumdrops?”

“They’re marshmallows and they’re *mine*!”

“Then come and get ‘em!”

The playful bickering dissolved into excited giggles as the young couple took off running through their tiny apartment, the woman slipping in her thigh-high red-and-white striped socks. She nearly fell, but her boyfriend caught her just before they both toppled down onto the couch, their faces screwed up in joyous laughter. They were the true epitome of young love, smiling at each other as they stopped laughing long enough to share a deep, passionate kiss.

“You’re dumb,” the woman – a natural redhead with a beautiful, slightly pudgy body – said with a giggle, standing up.

“You’re dumber,” Lucas responded, standing up with her and pulling her into a loving hug. “Come on – let’s go finish this batch.”