Don’t think. Just feel. [MMF] [Gentle]

What am I doing? I shouldn’t be here. This is crazy. And dangerous.

He’s standing so close to me. I’m pressed up against a wall. I can’t step back to make a space between us. He’s looking down at me, a smile – not quite a wolf’s smile – is playing at his lips. I think I hear a low rumble in his chest – hear it? Or do I feel it?

I only had a couple drinks. Why did I agree to come home with them?

Them? Oh yes, there’s another one. I think he’s in the kitchen making us drinks.

My brains all foggy. It can’t be the alcohol, I only had three. It must be the adrenaline. Or the fear. Anything could happen. I have no control here.

He must see my fear. He – Gary, I think. Yes, Gary with subtle streaks of gray in his hair. He holds my face with both hands. He tilts my head back and leans down to kiss me.

His lips are soft, his beard tickles my chin. His kiss is strong, possessive – but not invasive. It kind of reassures me.

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Working Late [FM][Coercion][Cheating]

*** Please be careful reading this. Some people may find this uncomfortable. This is just a fantasy of mine, but it does involve some very blurred lines and cheating. This is just a fantasy I enjoy and wanted to share, but I wouldn’t want to trigger anything in anyone. ***

I didn’t want it … at first. I didn’t want to cheat on my boyfriend. Especially not with him. He was my boss, gave off definite pervert vibes, and was probably twice my age.

He was just so insistent, so condescending

He’d always say really gross things, with this creepy smile on his face. He’d say things like “Give me a few minutes and I bet I could put a smile on that face” and “I sure hope your boyfriend is giving you what you need.”

Sometimes when I’d make a mistake he’d say “Well, at least you’re pretty.” And one time I said something wrong and he said “Not the sharpest tool in the shed are we? You must be really good in bed to keep your boyfriend interested.”

My boyfriend and I are both cheating with the same woman [MF] and [FF]

It started about a year ago when I noticed my boyfriend ogling my friend. It was kind of embarrassing and I tried to ignore it, but he was kind of obvious about it. I know she is prettier than I am and she has a figure I could never have without a good bit of surgery.

I tried to put it out of my mind but when we had sex that night he was … more aggressive than usual and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking about her. I felt so humiliated but I orgasmed really hard.

A few weeks later my friend and I were out drinking. I don’t remember how it came up but I ended up telling her about it. I’m kind of known for being painfully honest when I’m drinking.

She kind of teased me the rest of the night, saying she was going to steal my boyfriend and he’s probably thought about her every time he fucked me.

To be honest I was so embarrassed I wanted to cry but at the same time it really turned me on too. We ended up making out a little. It was the first time I’d ever kissed another woman.

Another story of how I let my [f] boss use me

I’ve shared a few stories about how my boss had sex with me for several months when I was 19. Usually it was just in his office, a couple times he had me meet him somewhere and he’d fuck me in his car. This is one of the times that I felt the most conflicted about at the time, but looking back I get really turned on thinking about it.

It was after work one night. It was late enough that it was dark outside, but not in the middle of the night or anything. He text me and said he was down the street and needed to talk to me real quick and for me to meet him outside.

I kind of panicked. My parents were still awake and while they were used to me coming and going whenever but if they saw my boss I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to explain what he wanted at night like that.

I snuck down stairs and put the door trying to be as quiet as possible. I waited in the front yard until I saw my boss’s car pull up. He drove straight into the driveway and waved me over.

A quick story with my boss [MF]

People seemed to like hearing about my relationship with my old boss, if relationship is the right word. I thought I’d share a quick story about one particular time with him since I was thinking about it this morning anyways.

He called me after work one day. It wasn’t super late, but it was late enough for him to be calling. Maybe 8pm? He told me he needed to discuss something with me and to come back in.

I remember debating whether or not I’d go as I was already dressed, just some comfy clothes, but I knew he always made comments when I didn’t look “professional” enough. So I put on the same clothes I’d worn that day before leaving.

He was sitting in the driver’s seat of one of the company work trucks when I pulled up. He rolled down his window and told me to get in the other side. The whole thing was kind of weird but he was kind of a particular guy and i was too nervous to ask questions. I thought I’d messed something up or something and was in trouble.

My Boss [MF]

In real life I’m really shy and kind of quiet. I don’t do great in social situations and would much rather be in the background. Because of this I’ve never really been the center of attention or dated very much.

The thing is, that as much as I hate attention being on me, I crave it too. For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to be ogled and whatnot. I secretly get a little excited when some pervy old man catcalls me, even though it’s terrifying. I’ve always liked the idea of being objectified for being a woman and have fantasized about letting myself become a total slut. I just don’t have the courage … it’s a very uncomfortable paradox.

Another thing about me is that I’m very small. I’m only 5’3” and I’m very petite, well in an era where “thicc” women are idolized I’m actually depressingly rail thin. Being so small and shy I am terrified of conflict. I hate saying no to someone and avoid it at all costs, often bending over backwards just to appease someone. My bf says I’m basically a doormat.