In Bloom, Part I – [Mf][nc][abduction]

Staring at the rain collecting on his windshield, Jason Collins was searching for reasons not to turn around and leave the school parking lot. As the smell of coffee became more intense in the cabin of the small car, he went through a mental checklist. The pro side was not winning.

It had been 45 days since he was last in class. He took advantage of extended winter holiday and added on some of the vacation time he had been saving to have a nice long vacation with his wife, Karen. He thought they would finally try to start a family. She had different plans.

When they were married 8 years ago, the plan was for them to wait a couple years before they tried to have children. Karen had just started at her law practice and the expectation had been that she was okay with taking a couple breaks early in her career to have the two children Jason had so desperately wanted. As time went on and Karen began her ascension up the practice roster, she was no longer talked about taking those breaks.

She Never Told [Mf][nc]

How could I forget June 14th? Just seeing the date written out makes me start to lose myself in the memories.

I had taken the week off work to use up some vacation days. My wife was at work and I was enjoying entering into an alcohol-fueled stupor in the backyard. Elle was next door, goofing around in the pool after having graduated from high school the previous weekend.

It felt like August came early. The beer bottle and my forehead had the same beads of moisture clinging to their respective surfaces.

If I turned just right I could see her through the fence–running around in a little pink bikini with the cutesy skull designs on it. She was not remotely close to a curvy girl, but it was a flattering swimsuit. The boys over there with her certainly acted quite stimulated by the skin she was showing off.

Going into the second hour, I had grown tired of listening to those dopes fawn over Elle. The three of them had no subtlety at all. She pretended to enjoy their flattery, but it was obvious even from where I was sitting that she was not impressed by their overly effusive praise. She saw them for what they were: clueless teenage boys saying anything to try to get in her tight pink bikini bottom, but they had no idea what to do if they got that chance.

End of the Affair – [Mf] [cheating]

Something felt different this time when I was inside her.

Cara’s long black ponytail followed her head’s movement in time-delay. I could see the auburn strands highlighted in the weak light of the hotel room. I savored the feel of her soft light brown skin as I pulled her hips into me, creating more resistance as I push up inside her. Normally, she would quickly respond by grinding into me, but she hesitated. Was her mind somewhere else? There were plenty of reasons for that–I had never lost her while we fucked before, though.

I reached up and grabbed her assertively by the back of neck to force eye contact. “Stay with me.” She nods and I reach up to grab the ponytail. I pull her head back as I increase the cadence of my thrusts, enjoying the path of least resistance through her small breasts shaking wildly.

Her hips begin grinding in concert with my pounding and I know I have her back, even if only briefly. I pull her down again and wrap my muscular arms around her thin frame–holding her tight against my pale white skin as I bring us closer. I feel her nipples harden against my chest and her breath against my neck. I squeeze her and feel her gasp. I release and she takes in a deep breath to speak.

Wrapped Around Her Finger (Car Ride Torture II) [Mf, bratty domme, teasing, cheating]

I sat in my garage for a few minutes after Joe dropped me off. With some strategic placement of my jacket that I was holding after we dropped Amy off, I was able to disguise the mess his daughter forced me to make in my pants. The next trick was getting my pants and boxers washed before my wife, Karen, spotted the evidence of my afternoon delight. Thankfully, she was busy preparing for a party we were hosting that night and I was able to slip past her to get to the laundry room off the garage.

My phone buzzed as I was changing into some workout clothes, but before I could grab it my wife opened the door to the garage. “There you are–I thought I heard you come in the front door. Why didn’t you say hi? And why are you doing laundry?”

“Hey babe–we had to take Joe’s daughter to pick up some stuff for school and she dropped her frappe-whatever as she got in the car. It got all over my pants, so I wanted to wash them before the stain set.”

“Hmmmm…did you remember to put the stain stuff on it?”

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral, roommate humiliation]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched.

An Unforgettable Family Dinner [Mf, Mdom, taboo]

I was born into an organized crime family–not the one you’re thinking of, but we handle our business in a similar way. Our territory was well-established among other well-established territories, so there was little bloodshed. There were men who needed to be corrected here and there, but the people in my area had little reason to complain about violence.

However, by the time I reached my position to lead my family the town was weary of some of the appetites of those who came before me. Greed, lust, and gluttony tended to define their reign. I certainly like the material benefits of my position, but unlike my predecessors I had kept my hands off the young women in my territory. I had fooled around my my share of whores and strippers, but those girls had already fallen. I left the ones who were still pure alone–they just didn’t appeal to me.

That was until I met Lily.

She was working in her father’s bakery after returning from college for the summer. Fairly unremarkable when she left, she returned more mature and had a look in her eye that caught my attention when I went in to pick up a cake for my wife’s birthday. We chatted while I waited for her father to box up the cake and I noticed a concerned look on his face.

The Asian Outlier in My Sexual History [Mf, interracial]

I’m a creature of habit, until I’m not. Left to my own whims, I’ll stick to a well-worn path of choices with predictable results. When I’m pushed in another direction, I find I really enjoy it but for whatever reason I have difficulty in moving myself away from my norms.

Bridgette, known as Gigi, was based in my company’s Manila office. Gigi and I had worked together for a few years before we met in-person. We had a great rapport and even engaged in some playful flirting while we had calls, which wasn’t unusual with the single women from that office. I always enjoyed their schoolgirl giggles when they first heard my deep voice.

This took place during the tail-end of the years of being able to know someone without being able to find them easily through social media. So, I’d have pictures in my mind of these Filipino girls just out of college, but I didn’t know what they actually looked like.

As time went on, it was clear Gigi and I had more chemistry than usual. I was married and Gigi asked about that very early on, but I both enjoyed playing around with her in only that way a married man can when he knows it can absolutely go nowhere real.

Car Ride Torture [Mf, teasing]

I’m not much of a people person, but having friends does have some benefits.

A friend of mine from way back in high school was in town after dropping his daughter, Amy, off at a local university for her freshman year. His wife had taken his daughter and all her stuff in their SUV, but there was no room for him so he followed up in his little convertible coupe he wanted to show off to me.

I remembered Amy pretty well from the last time I visited him because she showed up to dinner in a very distracting outfit. I never had been so aware of where my eyes were looking in my life for entire that meal. I could be wrong, but it seemed her parents were almost amused by attempts to completely ignore Amy.

So when Joe called me to ask if I wanted to check out his car, I was relieved to hear that his daughter had already been dropped off and was settling in with Mom’s help. He pulled up about fifteen minutes later in a 2014 Porsche Boxster with the top already down so we could enjoy the late August weather.

Rear Entry [Mf, creep, masturbation, anal, oral]

Mark was annoyed when he got the rear door of the McNair’s house. They were good neighbors and had helped him out in the past, but he didn’t want to have keep walking over here to check for Sam’s “important letter.” He shared a backyard property line with them and had to cross some brush that inevitably scratched his hands every fucking time. But Sam said this letter had some information he really needed while he and his wife were on vacation.

He found the magnetic key box hidden under the small back porch and unlocked the door. He walked through the kitchen and living room to check the mail on the floor under the mail slot. He picked up and sorted the mail. No letter. He put the pile on a small table next to the stairs with the rest of the mail he’d picked up the last 3 days.

It was cool and drizzly outside, so he was in no hurry to get back home. Besides Margie was on the rag and being really nasty today. Maybe he’d hang out here for a bit and watch one of the college games. Sam had a much better TV than him anyway.