Helen in High Heels Part III of III [MF]

I transferred out.

It wasn’t all about Helen. I just realized that I didn’t really like my school. Besides Helen, I had made no other friends. The big city college style wasn’t working out for me. So I transferred out. I did my last two years in a small all boys college in a suburban town near the city. It was great. Small class sizes, knew my professors. It was very reminiscent of high school. It was a setting I was comfortable with, and I thrived. I did well in classes. I made friends. I even dated a couple of girls from the nearby girl’s college. It went great.

When I graduated, I went job hunting and found a mid-level job in my field but it was 3 states away. In July, I packed everything in my car and drove over.

It took me a while to get settled in my new setting and my new job. But by November, I was familiar and somewhat comfortable. It was honestly getting the hang of being an adult. I even asked a girl out on a date from the office, Jenna.

Helen in High Heels Part II of III [MF]

Helen and I met every Monday that semester. We studied some. But it was mostly just talking. She shared her notes with me and I did well in the class overall but we had grown much closer by the end. We talked about everything: politics, religion, friends. She told me about herself. She was the oldest of 4 children. Her mother died when she was young and she raised her younger siblings. Her job, social work, wasn’t really her passion but it was an easy career that she could pursue while commuting to school and caring for her siblings. She missed out on fully enjoying her college years and her 20s. She had to be an adult and a mother too early.
Soon after, she met Jack. She was 29 to be exact, and married him soon after. He was older so they had 2 kids right away, now 4 and 2. Once Jack moved up in his job, she had realized that she didn’t like her job so she cut back to part-time and decided to go back to school and take some classes. She had money so she was able to slowly take one class at a time. Her ultimate goal was to apply to medical school, dental school or even nursing. But she was slowly realizing that she might not have time. She was 35 now and she would need 21 more credits before she can apply. I asked her how she plans on going through medical school with 2 young kids. She didn’t really have an answer to that. She said she was taking it one class at a time.

Helen in High Heels Part I of III [MF]

I went to high school in a small suburban town. My family was well-known and well-liked by most, and so was I. We were church going folks and that’s where everybody got to see and know everybody. I wasn’t particularly religious myself. But it was something to do when there wasn’t much else happening.  

The transition from high school to college was blunt. I went from high school sweetheart with a bright future to a small fish in a big pond. It was isolating. A shock to my system. My “jock” credits from my small-town high school had not transferred over to the big state college. But undeterred, I still had big dreams and I was naive enough to think I can fulfill them. I wanted to be a doctor. Had dreams of opening up my own clinic one day. I signed up for all pre-med classes. I subscribed to a bunch of medicine podcasts and I downloaded some apps. Bright-eyed and bushy tailed, I walked into my first biology lecture with 200+ people in attendance, all of them apparently had the same naïve dream. 

JOBud Got Serious [MM]

*Reddit deleted some of my old stories for some reason so I took that as an oppurtunity to re-read them and make some minor edits. As always let me know what you think*

My marriage wasn’t going well. We loved each other and I knew we were meant to be together but after 3 kids in 7 years we were more like roommates than lovers. She focused all her energies on the kids. She quit her job and stayed at home. She drove them to and from school every day. Went to bake sales and PTA meetings. Everything was “off of Pintrest” or “this influencer on Instagram painted this in her son’s room.”

I was grateful. I really was. She dedicated her life to the family and I respected her hard work. But I was lonely. I caught myself flirting with a girl at work once and I felt very bad. On my way home that day I bought her flowers and chocolate. She took the flowers and told me that she saw this cute centerpiece with roses that she wanted to copy.

COVID Massage [FF]

I was living in NYC in 2020 when COVID hit. The first few weeks were scary. My husband and I decided that the best course for our family was for him and the kids to go to Idaho to stay with his parents. I was forced to stay back in the city because my work had gone to 80% virtual, which meant that I still had to go to work 1-2 times a week. We packed the rental car with their stuff on an afternoon and they drove off. I was sad to see them go but relieved that they would be safe there.

The adrenaline and fear finally wore off after a few weeks. And that’s when I kind of started to enjoy myself a little. I was staying home all day. Working when I wanted, waking up when I wanted, taking breaks when I wanted. Most nights, after FaceTiming the kids, I would kick back in my comfy underwear and yoga pants and watch a murder show with a glass of wine. After 3 months in quarantine I had gotten adjusted to the bachelorette life once again (a luxury that I hadn’t enjoyed in over 7 years).

Ally’s Sexual Wellness Part II [F][Edging][Porn]

*The protagonist of the story, Ally, is based on and inspired by the beautiful u/ServiceGreedy7879. She was involved in writing it. She loved it, edged while reading it, and approved it’s final form. We have 2 parts so far but we have been talking about ideas for at least a third, maybe more. Please let us know what you think.*

“I am sorry everyone. I know I have been MIA for the past few months but I think I need to take a break from posting for a little bit.” I really wasn’t all that sorry. Honestly I was just kind of over it. I finished the post with some contrived excuse about needing to focus on myself… but I guess that wasn’t really a lie. I had lost interest in the blogging thing. My follower numbers had dwindled down to a little less than 10,000. I just had nothing to really post about anymore.

Ally’s Sexual Wellness Part I [F][Edging]

*The protagonist of the story, Ally, is based on and inspired by the beautiful u/ServiceGreedy7879. She was involved in writing it. She loved it, edged while reading it, and approved it’s final form. We have 2 parts so far but we have been talking about ideas for at least a third, maybe more. Please let us know what you think.*

The fact is..I liked living alone. I liked having my own space and freedom. This doesn’t mean I never got lonely. I did sometimes, especially when i wasn’t *seeing* anyone. But I had plenty of hobbies to fill that time. They helped keep any depressive thoughts at bay. My favorite was hiking in summer and skiing in winter. I also had a blog. Nothing really all that popular, few instagram pictures from my hikes, cute dresses I tried on and couldn’t afford, recipes for meals and shakes that I made, some short stories. It started with a few friends but I was up to 14,000 followers and even got a few ad deals.

Sleeping Beauty [MF][FREEUSE]

I was straight out of college when I first met Nicolette. She was a little bit older. I was 26 and she was 30. And even though the age difference wasn’t that significant, she had her life a lot more put together than I did. Despite this we hit it off right away. She was very smart and witty and quick with the comebacks. I fell for her right away. And was very happy when I asked her out and she said yes.

When the first date went well, I couldn’t wait to ask for a second, and the third, and within three weeks we were texting most of the day. The first time we slept together she blew my mind. It was hands-down the best sex I have ever had. It wasn’t only because of how infatuated I was with her, although that had a lot to do with it. It really was just how confident she was, her confidence carried into the bedroom. She wasn’t trying to please me like previous girls, she didn’t feel the need to pretend to be shy.. she made sure we both enjoyed each other. I certainly enjoyed her.

Crystal with a D [MT]

I knew my parents marriage was falling apart and when they sat me down to tell me they were getting a divorce I wasn’t that surprised. I honestly didn’t give a shit. They tried to be “sensitive” and reassuring. I wasn’t 5. They want to fuck other people. So be it. Pretty sure my mom already was. She has always been kind of a bitch. In a couple of weeks she had cleared her shit out and left. My dad kept the house but he paid her off. It was summer and I decided to stick around for a few weeks until school started. My dad didn’t care. He worked a lot and traveled every other week.

When he was gone I liked having the house to myself. I would send the maid home and go skinny dipping in the pool. I had a weird thing for jerking off outdoors. I liked the way my big cock looked in the sun. Besides, nothing gets a chick wetter than a nice big cock with sparky pool in the back. In fact, few months ago, me mom caught me balls deep inside a chick I brought home. I yelled at her to fuck off and kept pumping. Didn’t even pull out.

Midlife Crisis Part 3 [MT]

“What’s wrong?” She noticed the tone of my voice and jumped up. I was frozen. Words escaped me. My jaw was stuck open and my eyes screamed with disbelief.

It took Casey a few seconds to realize what was going on. “O my God. I thought you knew. I am so sorry. I thought you knew.” She was scurrying now and looking for the shirt she had dropped earlier. She put on the shirt, grabbed the pants and ran out of the room crying.

I don’t know how long I was waiting and frozen in the position but I eventually came back to. I heard Casey moving around outside in the living room. I heard the door open and shut. I thought about her sitting in the bus station in the cold. I didn’t want that. I put my pants back on and ran after her.

“Casey come back.” I am not sure where she thought she was going. She had no car and it was freezing outside. Her parents lived like 10 miles away. “Come back. I am sorry. Come on. Get in the car. Let’s talk.”