Author: sofies_soft_thighs

Academy Tales – Assembly [M/F 25-35] [penetration] [oral] [BDSM] [restraint]

“How much longer do you think it will be before he gets here?” Ava tugged absentmindedly at the hem of her skirt as she leaned forward to answer Stacy.

“It’s not even ten yet — and you know he’s never late for these. Don’t be so impatient – I don’t know how you made it to grad school without being able to sit for more than five minutes. I still can’t believe we got here early enough to be in the front row. I wonder if we’ll get to play at all.”

Stacy snorted. “Ha — with my grades? No way. Did you see how upset Ms. Bancs was with me last week when I failed the quiz? If she had her way, I’d be in the last row. Or literally out of the courtyard and back in the building.”

Ava gazed around, enjoying the warm breeze that lifted the drooping boughs of the willow trees and ruffled her hair. The courtyard was her favorite place at Mason’s Academy, and she spent as much time in it as possible. The trees, the koi pond, the gorgeous mahogany stocks set up on the center platform. Read more »

Academy Tales: Roommates [F/F 25-30] [oral] [discovery]

Note: Each academy tale is a standalone, though there are some common characters, etc., throughout some. Also, this is my first time writing a story without a cock in it, so go easy on me.
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Gina tossed her bag onto the growing pile of discarded coats and scarves on the chair in the entryway and stumbled into the bathroom, exhausted from the day’s lessons. She slowly opened her shirt, relieving the poor buttons from their heroic task of staying fastened over her ample breasts. Not taking her eyes off of her reflection, she grabbed a washcloth from the basket on the counter and soaked it with warm water from the faucet. They had been practicing stroking cocks with their tits, and hers – along with the lace bra they were spilling out of – were covered in Professor Dennison’s sticky cum. She had licked up what landed on her lips, but she liked the feeling of walking through the halls “dirty”. Sure, the whole academy was brimming with sex, but this was a little extra naughtiness. It may only be her first year at Mason’s, but she still intended to get her money’s worth. No slacking for this star student. Read more »

Academy Tales Part 1: First Day of School [M32/F29] [light BDSM] [Penetration] [Oral]

“…and here we are at your classroom — 203.” Ms. Wellen strode into the room, heels clacking against the hardwood, and gestured to the back of the room.

“There’s a small office through that door there, where you can do any administrative work. It’s only big enough for a desk and two chairs, but the walls are thick, so you’ll have peace and privacy.”

He looked around, still adjusting to the idea of his new role. Mason’s Academy for Wayward Girls wasn’t exactly the career he had planned, and he was fairly certain that his previous job as an adjunct professor of anthropology hadn’t prepared him for the upcoming term. A class of impeccably trained 25-30 year old women was a far cry from an unruly gaggle of college freshmen.

“Now, I generally only assist Headmaster Mason, but your teaching assistant should be here shortly to get you up to speed. Selena is one of our top students, and she can help you with anything you need. Anything else before I head back to my office, Mr. Dennison?” Read more »

Room with a view [MF]

All characters are over 18

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There was never anything to do in Chesterton on a Friday night. In a town so small there weren’t even sidewalks to roll up, 8pm was the latest anyone could expect entertainment from a source other than their phone. Max lay in bed, aimlessly scrolling through Reddit, desperately hoping for an engaging post. It had been a long day, and he needed to lose himself in something.

He nearly dropped his phone when the music of an incoming video call began blaring from the speakers, still at full volume from blasting Dio at work to drown out the office chatter. Odd — Aife wasn’t really the video chat type. 99% of their conversations happened via text, with the other 1% in person when their schedules aligned. He knew she was on a business trip, so maybe she was just that bored. His thumb hovered over the “Decline” button, but, figuring it might at least be an amusing butt dial, he decided to answer. Read more »