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The sister [F18/M25] [dubcon]

I cancelled again. I’ve made an excuse not to attend my sister’s 21st birthday party. It’s not right I know, but has to be done. I look too awful. I’m fat. In the mirror my breasts are small, my belly is huge, my thighs are barely visible due to cellulite. My face has puffed like those fish, and I’m not even special enough to have their spikes!

So I’m going to sit this one out. Again I’ll stay in my room, watch some Tiktok – maybe subscribe to a new streaming service and see what’s on, do some makeup and pretend I’m pretty. My life is often like this. It’s boring, I don’t go out. My friends, such as they are, live in my phone. It would all be different if I was my sister. She got the looks, the radiance, and the personality. I got the mopey brain that sabotages any initiative or passion I come up with.

Her last birthday I really tried to go to it. I got dressed up and ready. Then the voice said you’re too ugly, you’ll be laughed at, noone will want to talk to you. So I messaged a picture of an old covid test and got out of it. This year I’ve at least done the polite thing and not given anyone false hope. Read more »

His first session [M18/F38] [BDSM] [femdom]

“Kneel down, collar goes on first”

The young man is my first client of the day. I did an induction before our session, and found out that today is the day after his 18th birthday. Now that he’s allowed to, he’s coming to see me to try out his internet-fuelled fantasies.

He’s finally become a man, and I sense that he knows who he is. He’s a sub, but would be embarrassed to admit that. By day there is the pressure to be tough, macho, alpha. But by night his true desire is free: to submit to a woman, to be owned by her, to be her slave and find peace in worshipping her.

I collar him, and push his head down to my boots. He’s naked at the start of the session. I like his body. Some arm muscle, noticeable obliques, blonde. I always prefer dominating the men I fancy.

He kisses my boots, and I take my bull whip from the implements table. I usually start with this, as the pain is intense and sets the mood. A first whip across as his ass and he cries out. I whip again. Then a third time. Read more »

The Roman Women [F25/F42] [lesbian]

“So that’s it. Eleven years over”

My best friend Sophia was telling me how her husband had left her. Their decade-long marriage gone, as he fell for some work colleague half his age and making less than half his salary.

I respected Sophia more than anyone. She was newly twenty years older than me, and had been my PhD supervisor. My doctorate is in History, specifically on the Roman Empire, and we went on field trips together to Rome, to Hadrian’s Wall, and to Palmyra. I completed it two years ago, and Sophia had always maintained a professional boundary despite us being good friends since then. This was the first time she needed help from me, and I was going to support her fully.

“I loved him. From school, first meeting him and he taught me soccer. And now that’s it.”

“I’m here for you,” I manage to say as I hold her tight. What more should I do? How do I really comfort her? Read more »

Chemistry lesson Part 2 [F18/M40s]

I move my hands under his shirt. It’s hairy, his body feels well-built. Is he sporty outside of his teaching?

“I’m sorry. So -”

“No. Love me.”

He tried to pull away as I felt his chest. But I’m not letting him. I’ve had a boyfriend before, but we never got to sex. My parents have made my life till now about studying, application essays, and flute-playing for an extracurricular. I’m tired. Just now, I want this man to take me, fill me, and show me that even without any achievements, I’m seen.

I manage to pull at his sides as I move back, so that I’m on the dining table. I kiss him again, and whisper

“Take me. Take me for your own.”

I pull at his shirt until it rips, and lift up my top. He seems more eager now, I can feel his chest willingly press into me. I move to pull down my denim shorts, getting my underwear down too.

He can feel me surely, but his pants are keeping us separate. I keep kissing him, trying to build a rhythm between us that will take us to the end. He has a belt on, I can’t get these down by myself. Is it just going to be a kiss? Read more »

Chemistry lesson Part 1 [F18/M40s]

When did he last have sex? It must have been a while.

He’s my science tutor. My parents, obsessed with me making it as a Harvard graduate, are paying for expensive regurgitations of my textbooks. I already learn this stuff all day. And now they’re making my evenings full of it too.

At least tonight they’re out, some summer party at dad’s work. So it’s Mr Plummer and I, and me again learning chemical reactions I’ve already memorized.

Mr Plummer is not bad looking though I have to say. He has a wedding ring, but his manner is stiff. There’s little in the way of smiles. I get an answer right, and it’s onto the next question. There isn’t a letter before A to represent the grade I’d need to see him happy. Clearly something in his life isn’t there.

I’ve worn my long-sleeve crop-top and denim shorts for this session. I like Mr Plummer, and something tells me we might be having our own special chemistry. I ask some boring question I know the answer to, and sit back. I breathe out, my belly showing a little. I’ve a small extra layer round there – the result of sugar-powered studying. Read more »