Why Do Teachers Lean So Close? – [FF][Lesbian][Kissing]

(All characters are 18+)

You know what always annoyed me growing up. When teachers would walk the room while you were working. Not on tests, I get that, but just doing remedial classwork. They would walk around and if you had a question or they wanted to check in with you they would bend down and lean in so close, or crouch and be level with you and their face and head would invade your space. Why do so many teacher’s do that?

Okay, yes, I understand I’m complaining about helpful teachers which is a solid 10 on the the ‘being a complete brat’ scale, but I don’t really feel this way anymore. Not for a good reason, of course, but because of Ms. Rain.

Ms. Rain was a tall, dark-haired, hazel-eyed, slender woman who was chipped out of marble and breathed life into by a goddess. Okay, that may be a bit hyperbolic. I guess you can guess, though, I loved her.

Eighteen years-old, a simple girl sitting in Ms. Rain’s European History class, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her when she taught. I would take in the air when she walked by and look into her eyes intently when we spoke.

The Lady and the Mage – [Gentle Blowjob][FutaF]]

Lady Mina had never been to this area of the Kingdom. She had definitely never set foot in a mage’s university. And yet, here she was.

Her carriage was driven for her and then her compartment as carried into the university. She was attended to by Arch mage Diana, who pointed her to a room where she would meet the woman she sought.

Lady Mina was carried in and finally her carriage was set down, those carrying it leaving the room. A small study with a desk and massive ornate bookcases along the walls. Mina stood. She wore a long black dress with a high collar and a purple gemstone necklace around her neck that settled between her well covered breasts. Her golden hair, blue eyes, and pale skin shined against the outfit. She opened the carriage door with a white-gloved hand and stepped out of it to find the woman she came to meet.

Before her stood a young mage. The mage, a 24 year-old woman stood by the desk with a forced posture, eyes cast down. Lady Mina, only a few years older herself, walked directly to the woman, though the way she walked looked almost more like gliding, and titled the young woman’s chin up to meet her gaze. The two were almost exactly the same height. Lady Mina liked the girl’s look. Dark hair, tan skin, golden eyes.

Why Do Teachers Lean So Close? – [FF][Lesbian][Kissing]

(All characters are 18+)

You know what always annoyed me growing up. When teachers would walk the room while you were working. Not on tests, I get that, but just doing remedial classwork. They would walk around and if you had a question or they wanted to check in with you they would bend down and lean in so close, or crouch and be level with you and their face and head would invade your space. Why do so many teacher’s do that?

Okay, yes, I understand I’m complaining about helpful teachers which is a solid 10 on the the ‘being a complete brat’ scale, but I don’t really feel this way anymore. Not for a good reason, of course, but because of Ms. Rain.

Ms. Rain was a tall, dark-haired, hazel-eyed, slender woman who was chipped out of marble and breathed life into by a goddess. Okay, that may be a bit hyperbolic. I guess you can guess, though, I loved her.

Eighteen years-old, a simple girl sitting in Ms. Rain’s European History class, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her when she taught. I would take in the air when she walked by and look into her eyes intently when we spoke.

A Different Kind of Vampire – [FF][Fingering][Light Bondage]

When I woke, hunger mixed with arousal wasn’t the phrase for how I felt, but it was the closest I could think of.

There was a pit inside me. A ravenous urge I couldn’t quell away. It filled me before I even opened my eyes. Like a sinking feeling in my chest, my stomach, between my legs. It made my knees want to squeeze together and to separate as far as they could go, but neither could be comfortable. It made my lips feel empty. It made my hips want to writhe for attention to my aching sex, wet before I was awake, though I knew I could get no satisfaction that way either, even if I tended to myself, it wouldn’t go away. I needed something else first.

All this before my eyes opened. When they did, they were met by another set of eyes. A pair of violet ones, a color I had never seen on a person. She was slender and tan, with sharp cheekbones and straight platinum blonde. She wore a robe, tied at the front, but had a face of elegant makeup and lovely earrings and a necklace that dangled from her pristine neck. She smiled in a way that was surprising. She had a face made to be stern, but when she smiled it radiated warmth.

A First in the Shower – [FF][Anal][Shower]

*Story Tags -* >!FF, Shower, Couple, Anal, fingering!<

*The text keeps descriptions rather vague to allow you to sort of insert your own looks for them to your own tastes. If knowing looks are very important to you, I would come up with them now!*

Kate was always the kind to ask for forgiveness, not permission. As her girlfriend, sometimes this irked me. As her lover, this meant she sometimes tried things out of the blue, or at least introduced them rather suddenly. Once, we had come home from a date on a cold day. She took my scarf while it was still around my neck and used it to tie my hands behind my back before I could object. That’s when I found out I liked it. She needs to do these things, as I have always been kind of timid. Even a prude, at times, and her initiative helps me understand what I like and that it’s okay that I like it. Which brought us to a particularity interesting shower.

“Want some company?” She asked me.

Milking [Threesome][FFFuta][Lactation]

This is a short. It has an abrupt beginning, end, and very little story other than sex. Kink tags are below if needed, enjoy!

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*Story tags -* >!Threesome, F+F+Futa, Lactation, swallow, cumplay, handjob, fingering!<

*The text keeps descriptions rather vague so you may sort of insert your own looks for them to your own tastes. If knowing looks are very important to you, I would come up with them now!*

My clients, a married couple, got settled in beside me on their king-sized bed. They kissed my neck together, and my ankles twisted together as I wrapped my arms behind their back. They were both naked, and requested I stay in the black, formal dress they gave me to wear.

Rachel, the female wife, had a baby a few months back and was looking impressive for it. She was a very petite woman, so her body was naturally blessed with an easier time snapping back, though she told me the workout routine she’d been employing as well and it sounded killer. She cradled my head to her and we kissed with intensity. Her kiss presented with a sort of ownership, overtaking my lips, vanquishing tongue to explore deep into my mouth. She released sooner than was natural, punishing me from her, silver strings of spit connecting our mouths for a moment.

Tickle My… [Poetry][FF][FM][Romance][Oral]

*Tickle my…*

*Palms .* When our fingers along each other and finally lace together.

*Shoulders.* When we sit and your arm goes around me.

*Ribs.* While we cuddle, and you tease the laughs from me, daring your hands closer to more sensitive places.

*Cheeks.* Once calm, all is quiet, and you cradle my face.

*Lips.* With your own, barely grazing.

*Tongue.* As if pulled from me, drawn to explore your lovely mouth.

*Cheeks.* My other cheeks – squeeze and hold and push and pull.

*Neck.* Bare your teeth to it and be gentle and rough and never let me know which will come

next.

*Chest.* Slowly, agonizingly so, before attending to its most sensitive buttons.

*Eyes.* When you detach for but a moment, losing your clothes, and letting me watch you.

*Thighs.* Make the wait so beautifully, magically, wondrously long.

*Pink.* At last. With lips, fingers, tongue – raise my center to heaven and lay me back down to pant

your name with shallow breath.

*Lips.* Again, so I may thank you and feel your air mingle with mine.

Love Yourself – [FF][Lesbian][Oral]

This is a bit of a metaphorical (in a heavy-handed way) piece of erotica. Shorter than I usually write. Please let me know what you think!

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“Close your eyes, June,” Dr. Reshma said.

June sighed against the couch. “This is all very network TV. You know that, right?”

Dr. Reshma rolled her eyes. “Eyes closed.”

“Fine.”

June let her eyes close slowly and tightened her jaw. She didn’t believe this would work, but she was still nervous.

“Listen to my voice,” Dr. Reshma said.

“As opposed to?”

“June.”

“Sorry.”

“Now,” Dr. Reshma explained in a cool, calm voice, “Hypnosis is all about immersion. I need you to visualize what I ask you to visualize and answer my questions honestly. And June, if you joke, if you deflect, we will start over and you will be here all day.”

“Okay, fine,” June said.

“Let’s begin. Why are you here, June?” Dr. Reshma asked. June wanted to snap that the doctor already knew the answer, but she had agreed to be proper.

“Because,” June’s hands started to wring together, “Because…I’m sad?”

“Why?”

High Flower Academy – Part 1 (Solo)(Spanking)(FxFuta)

Thank you for coming by! This is part 1 of what will be a story updated daily over on my sub r/dailysexstory! Please come over and read the introduction if you’re interested. Chapter 2 is there as well with chapter 3 coming tomorrow!

Author’s Note: Our protagonist is Grace. Grace is 24. She is 5’5 with a curvy body. Her skin is a simple cream color and she currently has red hair. It looks natural, but it’s dyed. Her eyes are a bright blue that are less piercing and more doe eyed. She has a cute button nose and a smile that endears many. Her body is rather curvy. Her top half is slimmer than her bottom half, with mid-sized breasts and a nice stomach. Her hips then flare out a bit and she has a bubble butt, slightly larger than expected on her shorter frame. Putting this here as it just didn’t flow naturally into the story. Please enjoy!

**Chapter 1 – Welcome to High Flower**

“Shuffle in, shuffle in!” A voice boomed from the field. I couldn’t believe this place. It looked so stereotypical. “Where did they find this place?” I muttered as I sidestep my way down the bleachers.