Author: fortune-favors

A slow tale of a sweet, shy nympho…and her ability to compartamentalize [MMM/F][M/F][F23][M21+][Character based]

“Have you heard of the concept called _compartamentalization_?” asked Kat.

Her therapist, Dr Williams, looked up from his notebook. “…yes…” he said. It was an unusual question, but then again, Kat was an unusually intelligent patient.

“_Compartamentalization_…” he said, with his voice taking on a slightly academic tone, “…is a defense technique. Sometimes, a person will have thoughts or actions that are inconsistent with that person’s self image. Instead of reconciling those inconsitencies, a person will take a part of themselves and file it away and pretend it doesn’t exist.”

Kat nodded. “So like, having two different personalities?”

“In a way” said the therapist. “Why do you ask?”

_Kat played with her fingernails as her mind flashed back to last wednesday night. She could see the stranger’s pillow and sheets in front of her. She could feel the cheap JC Penny cotton sheets under her nails. She remembered grunting as Matt—or was it Mike?—fucked her from behind. She loved the sounds he was making. He sounded grateful. Surprised. Shocked. Of *course* he was. 3 hours earlier he’d been having a quiet drink at his neighborhood dive, and now he’s screwing this some incredibly hot chick?! This kind of stuff didn’t happen to him._ Read more »

Sucking dick for the first time. A heartbroken drunken blowjob of empowerment [F19/M19] [blowjob][college]

_I hope I do this right_ thought Diana. She was nervous…excited yes, but the nerves of the whole situation had her heart racing and her mind unable to concentrate. _You’ve thought about this a million times. It can’t be that hard._

She looked up at the frat boy. Was his name Kyle? He sat in an armchair his dingy dorm room and leaned back. He looked down at Diana with a giant smile. The kind of smile born out of two things: a bit too much Jaegermeister, and knowing that he was about to get his dicked sucked.

Diana hesitated. She didn’t _have_ to do this. She _wanted_ to, right? Yes. She wanted to. She really wanted to. She wanted to give her first blowjob.

She smiled up at him. _Ok, time to see it_. She pulled his khaki shorts down, getting no help from him. He wasn’t saying anything. Just looking down at her. His cock sprang up. It was…a touch bigger than the two other dicks Diana had seen and touched and grabbed. But manageable. Read more »

The day his gorgeous, bookish, librarian wife decided to act like a bimbo. [MF]

Kat and Jake were happily married. More than happily married, even. Their life was perfect.

He was the perfect guy for her. Sweet, smart, manly, charming & funny. And she was the perfect woman for him: _gorgeous_, intelligent, intellectual. When it rained she would pick up one of the thousands of books that littered their house, get in a fluffy sweater, and curl up in the bay window and drink tea and read for hours.

And their sex life was great too: passionate, sweet when they made love, rough and steamy when they were tipsy. They loved each other, and it showed. They’d do anything to make their other half happy.

One night Kat and Jake were curled up on the couch watching a movie. The action on screen was steamy: a sorority “bimbo” was acting dumb, and dressing skimpy, and the jocks around her were treating her like meat.

Despite himself, Ken grew quiet.

“Do you think women like that are hot?” asked his perfect wife. Her thick black glasses and hair in a bun making her look like the prettiest librarian in the world. Read more »

The couple that always said ‘yes’. Slice of life, romance. [MF]

Marisol nestled into the crook of Ken’s arm as they settled into a post-sex cuddle. The warm, 6pm summer sun streamed into their dorm room at an oblique angle, painting every surface with gold.

She should have been happy. She loved Ken, and Ken loved her, and the sex was great, and they were both care-free souls enjoying freshman year of college…but something was wrong. Instead of feeling happy, Marisol felt a melancholy wave run over her entire body, quenching any joy she should be feeling at this moment.

And she didn’t know why.

She tried to identify the feeling. It wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t longing. It was…nostalgia. Nostalgia for what? Everything in her life was perfect! And then it hit her:

_her relationship with Ken would end_

Of course it would. How many people married their freshman year boyfriend? Nobody. People grew, or drifted apart, or got bored, or _something_. They all broke up, eventually.

And that was terrible. Because Ken was actually her dream. He was handsome and sweet and smart and nerdy and bad and rough and gentle and she was over the moon for him. Read more »

[MF] Her first one-night stand…of the weekend

Amy grunted.

_ugggh…uh_

_ugggh…uh_

She grunted in step with whats-his-face thrusting into her from behind. Each thrust pushed her forward onto the bed, and she grunted.

_ugggh…uh_

_ugggh…uh_

Dan…(or was is Dean?) Was ok at this. His dick felt fine. But what Amy was really relishing was the physicality of it all. How she felt utterly exposed and naked on his bed. How the previously chilly room was now hot. How he used his body to push into her, moving her forward with each thrust. How she held herself in place by digging her nails into the white sheets.

“God, Amy, you look so fucking hot.” he said it quietly, to himself. But she heard it, and the compliment rippled through her. _yessss. that’s the stufff_. One of her grunts became louder and her hips pushed back into him, showing her approval of his words.

Dean (or was it Don?) got the message. Kind of. He started pushing harder into her. Faster. His hands moved to Amy’s ass and gave it a squeeze. “I can’t believe this is happening” he told himself.

*** Read more »

Used at the 15 year reunion [MF]

So, are you going to the reunion?

The messaged bubble popped up on Diana’s facebook. It had been 15 years since she’d dated Steven, but seeing a message from him still made her heart jump a bit. An entire life had happened between senior year of high school and now: college, careers, families. She was married. Had kids. A life. So why did he still have such that effect on her?

I mean, she didn’t have to think _that_ hard about it. He had that effect because he was handsome as fuck. And intelligent, and generally nice. And life had been good to him, and unlike most of her friends he’d gotten hotter with age. And he was witty. And charming. And that intoxicating mixture of sweet guy and bad boy. Yeah.

But beyond the physical aspects, Steven had been Diana’s first love. And Diana was a romantic. She couldn’t forget him.

Yeah. it will be nice 2 see everyone Read more »

“Hotwifed” by an…ex girlfriend (Part 1 of ?). [MF]

_Hi community. I debated weather or not to post this here because it’s…not explicit at all, kind of short, and a niche kink. Decided to post it because well, I found it hot, and so maybe other people here find it hot too._

_Happy to continue it if people have interest!_

***

It had been a mutual decision for Natalie and Scott to “stay friends” after their breakup. All of Scott’s friends had insisted that it was a dumb idea, that he had to “move on”…but Scott couldn’t really help it. He loved Nat, and while it was true that they just _didn’t work as a couple_ (her words)…he just couldn’t fathom the idea of not being in her life.

So he had agreed to stay friends.

“Think about it” she had said. “We like, trust each other. We know all our secrets. It’s like having a friend you can tell anything to.”

“Yeah” he had answered, forcing a smile behind a clenched jaw. “Really great.”

***

For some reason though, most of the time Nat texted him to ask for advice had to do with boys. Her dates. Her seemingly futile attempts of finding a suitable guy on any of the three apps she was on. Read more »

Missed flight leads to motel sex. [MF] [Age gap]

Jack met Cheryl in the most clichéd way possible. Their flight was delayed into Detroit, and they both missed their connection to Chicago. They met at the rental counter, where Cheryl was complaining to the Hertz lady about not being able to rent, but she was adamant about their policy: _no rentals under 25_. And..well, Cheryl was 22. No rental for you.

Jack, of course, had no problem getting a car. He was 42, for one, and Hertz Platinum, for another. He’d accrued something like a million airline miles over his lifetime.

“Uh, I heard you’re going to Chicago” he said. “I can drive you, I’m going there as well”.

The drive started easy enough. Introductions: Cheryl was 21, flying home from college, she would be graduating in a few months. Jack was an executive at an unnamed consulting firm in Chicago. He was pleasant and charming. She was sweet, although perhaps she spent a bit too much time on her phone, flipping from instagram to snapchat and typing out messages with a speed that Jack found, quite frankly, impressive. They got along. Read more »

Sketch — Running a train [fmmmmm]

Hi folks. You all write such lovely and long stories, and I feel I don't have the talent for that kind of fiction … so I figured I would share a simple sketch of a situation that has been running through my mind all day.

Margie is an 18 year old recent high school graduate, and she's visiting a college before deciding where to attend.

She ends up at a frat party, and decides to fulfill a fantasy and take two men one night. She flirts with two, confessing her fantasy, and invites them up to a room.

Little does she know, word gets out… And way more guys show up.

They obviously want to get handsy, they want more, they want sex, but she keeps control of the situation. She orders them to line up so she can suck them one at a time.

Maybe she then starts directing them too: "you, come here and lick my breasts. You, come caress my legs" and they all comply because they want a chance to get sucked off. Read more »