Author: recovererer

I got a handjob from [M]y married [F]riend (long, detailed)

May is my best friend. We met a decade ago in college, and I’ve been in love with her ever since. We dated for a little while, but I screwed things up, life took us in different directions, and long story short, she’s married with a kid now. We still hang out and talk all the time, and love each other very much. Alas, love alone is not strong enough to make things work, so she’s married to a man who does not deserve her, and she stays with him for the stability I cannot provide, and he’s a good father to their son.

Last week, she needed a break from motherhood and came to my house to visit. I live alone, save for my cat, and it’s a nice, quiet, refuge from the noisy chaos of a 3 year-old. We had long conversations about life, my work, and everything. Sushi for dinner. Her enrapturing smile. Read more »

[Group] We need to talk about the number one sin plaguing this sub [meta]

“I’ve changed the names”

“We’ll call them ‘xxxxx'”

Or just generally putting their “names” in quotation marks.

Nobody gives a shit. Even if you use real names the likelihood anybody will know who you’re talking about or actually put the effort into finding them is so minuscule it’s not worth it.

It detracts from the story, it’s distracting, and 99 times out of 100 names are unnecessary at all.

Good Morning [MF][Cheating]

I slowly come out of my slumber as the door opens. She calls to me. I open my eyes and see her standing in the doorway of the guest room, wearing only her sleep pants and a tank top. God, she’s beautiful. I swing my legs off the bed and give a stretch, feeling that my morning wood is at full attention and begging for some, well, attention. I stretch out my arms and ask for a hug. She comes close and I stand up to wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, letting her feel what I feel. I hear her gasp. She drags her nails lightly down my back, provoking a shudder.

I pull away from her. She looks up to me, lust clouding her eyes. I lean in to kiss her. She doesn’t pull away, confirming that her husband’s gone to work. We share another kiss, just as wrong as the others before, but the love is so strong. I run my hands up her shirt and across her bare back, beckoning a moan from my mouth to her. She pulls away and puts a finger to her mouth. She suspects that her husband suspects, and isn’t entirely convinced that he doesn’t have the house bugged. Read more »

Showering With Love [MF][Short][Oral][Seduction]

‘Heading out now. I’ll be home soon.’ That’s what the text message reads as I hit send.

“Thanks for the ride, man,” I tell my brother with a fist bump. It’s way too hot and we’re way too sweaty for a hug. I load my bike onto the rack on the back of my car and he throws his into the bed of his truck. We go our separate ways until we meet again next weekend. On the drive home I roll the windows down and crank the radio up, still riding the endorphins. This new lifestyle is great. I’m in shape for the first time in my life, I’ve got energy, stamina. Life’s good.

I pull into my garage some time later and unload my bike, hanging it on the hooks above my car. I hang my helmet by the door and remove my shoes. When I open the door into the house I stop dead in my tracks. I hear the water running in the shower, but my girlfriend is sitting on the edge of the couch wearing her red silk robe. Her grin betrays that she’s been waiting for me to get home. She gracefully raises off the couch and walks, almost floats, over to me. Without a sound, she takes me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom. Read more »

Star Student (A classic with a twist!) [MF][kind of public]

Lectures have never been the same since she started attending my classes. Only ever the evening classes. For four semesters now, she’s enrolled in my classes. Courses she doesn't need, courses she’s taken before. I know she doesn't need the classes, but I’m sure I know why she continues to take them. She always sits in the front of the class, staring into my eyes as I lecture. Taking notes, reading the material. Today she’s wearing a long black skirt and a red blouse. Her heels always sing her arrival to my class from the hall. Her red painted lips, always curved into a smile as she watches me pace in front of my white board. I play with my wedding ring as my eyes meet hers. I hesitate for just a second, but continue with my lecture before the class notices. She leans forward in the desk, feigning increased interest in the intricacies of haiku but really just wanting to show off her cleavage. I’m convinced that trying to trip me up during my lecture is a game of hers. I steal a few glances, but only during appropriate pauses. She grins and places her chin on her fist, her brown hair falling in tousles around her face. Read more »