“LENDING A HELPING HAND” [mF, Bully/Mother] (Very Long, Detailed Prompt You Can Borrow to RP With)

**DISCLAIMER:**

*I’m an adult and this story is intended solely for other adults to enjoy. The contents of this post are purely fantasy.*

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Ever since I’d first met him in grade-school, bullying Tyler McFarlane had been my favourite pass-time — *besides football and watching porn, that is.* You could have called it my ‘hobby’. Each and every morning, when I walked through the entrance of our high-school, I knew I’d been provided by the universe with another unique opportunity to torment Tyler. And I never let one of those go to waste…

*…But of course, nothing good can last forever.* Eventually, I simply grew bored with the whole endeavour. Tyler had become too resigned to his fate, I suppose, in a way that made further ridicule seem like it’d be less satisfying. At this point, I’d started to wonder if bullying Tyler had become diminishing returns. And besides, it was grade twelve already and I had better things to be spending my time doing: like *attending parties,* mostly. Which brings me to my story.

“WAITING A LITTLE LONGER” [MF, Cheating] (Lengthy Prompt You Can Borrow to RP With)

When I was 20, I used to do a lot of freelance work for this guy’s company. He was in his late thirties and so was his wife. You reminded me a little of her. She would have been slightly shorter and very likely a little bigger than you are. Because of the work I did, I ended up getting to know his wife fairly well. Often, she made very vague remarks that I assumed were about the state of her marriage, but nothing concrete.

Then one morning, I accidentally overheard his wife talking to her friend on the phone. She was bitching about how she hadn’t been fucked in over six years. When she realized I was right there, things between us became immediately awkward.

A few months later, I was attending one of the company’s parties, more as staff than anything else. I was mostly there to help up when needed. The owner of the company wanted me to meet a few people, that was the only other thing.

“THE TASTE OF HER SUBMISSION” (MF, BDSM)

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**ACT I**

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The Woman glanced upward, now seeing the Man’s face distorted through the bottom of his glass tumbler. When viewed from this strange perspective, his normally handsome features appeared momentarily monstrous; his charming smile was rendered suddenly sardonic, twisted and unsymmetrical.

The Man drank the last of the remaining whiskey in his glass, then lowered the tumbler toward the Woman curled up in his lap. While swirling the half-melted ice-cubes around in contemplative circles, he announced: *”You taste good”*, speaking in a guttural whisper which was more felt than heard.

The Woman opened her mouth to respond, but found no words worth speaking. Instead, she lowered her head back down onto the man’s lap, letting her lips naturally wrap back around the head of his swollen cock.

She laid there that way for some time, feeling profoundly exhausted, with her bare legs spread out along the couch, and with her cheek resting on the thigh of the Man’s soft dress pants. The Woman’s tongue never stopped lazily running circles around the ridges of the Man’s cock, feeling it swell and retreat in size. The Man stroked her hair with his free hand, occasionally letting it wander down to the tight valley between her ass cheeks, where his probing fingers sometimes found themselves temporarily stuck.

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“THE SUBURBAN HOWL” – Chapter One: ‘The Strange Letter in the Mail’ [MFM, Cuckold, Mystery/Suspense]

**”THE SUBURBAN HOWL”**
*An Erotic Mystery in Three Parts*

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**PART ONE:** *The Draw*

**Chapter One.** *’The Strange Letter in the Mail’*

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It read, simply:

> *Your names have been drawn. Tell no one.*
>
> *Your requested appointment will be on November the 24th, at midnight.*
>
> *Leave your front door unlocked.*
>
> ** ~ The Wolf**
>

The couple who lived at 5381 Mulberry St. spent two weeks trying to decipher the meaning of the strange letter — they studied the brisk handwriting and the messy spatter of spilt ink; they felt the thick paper between their finger-tips and wondered who on Earth would have bothered with such exquisite stock — before finally letting the letter rest at the bottom of a kitchen drawer, unsolved and buried beneath a pile of unpaid bills. There was, after all, more important things to worry about; like keeping the electricity on, for instance…

“THE SUBURBAN HOWL” – Chapter One: ‘The Strange Letter in the Mail’ [MFM, Cuckold, Mystery/Suspense]

**”THE SUBURBAN HOWL”**
*An Erotic Mystery in Three Parts*

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**PART ONE:** *The Draw*

**Chapter One.** *’The Strange Letter in the Mail’*

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It read, simply:

> *Your names have been drawn. Tell no one.*
>
> *Your requested appointment will be on November the 24th, at midnight.*
>
> *Leave your front door unlocked.*
>
> ** ~ The Wolf**

The couple who lived at 5381 Mulberry St. spent two weeks trying to decipher the meaning of the strange letter — they studied the brisk handwriting and the messy spatter of spilt ink; they felt the thick paper between their finger-tips and wondered who on Earth would have bothered with such exquisite stock — before finally letting the letter rest at the bottom of a kitchen drawer, unsolved and buried beneath a pile of unpaid bills. There was, after all, more important things to worry about; like keeping the electricity on, for instance…

“THE SUBURBAN HOWL” – Chapter One: ‘A Letter in the Mail’ [MFM, Mystery/Suspense]

**”THE SUBURBAN HOWL”**
*An Erotic Mystery in Three Parts*

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**PART ONE:** *The Draw*

**Chapter One.** *’A Letter in the Mail’*

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It read, simply:

> *Your names have been drawn. Tell no one.*
>
> *Your requested appointment will be on November the 24th, at midnight.*
>
> *Leave your front door unlocked.*
>
> ** ~ The Wolf**

The couple who lived at 5381 Mulberry St. spent two weeks trying to decipher the meaning of the strange letter — they studied the brisk handwriting and the messy spatter of spilt ink; they felt the thick paper between their finger-tips and wondered who on Earth would have bothered with such exquisite stock — before finally letting the letter rest at the bottom of a kitchen drawer, unsolved and buried beneath a pile of unpaid bills. There was, after all, more important things to worry about; like keeping the electricity on, for instance…

“THE STRANGER SAT BEAIDE ME” [mF, Aeroplane, Exhibitionism] (2,000+ Words)

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This happened to me when I was nineteen years old, while on a gruelling fourteen hour flight to London. I don’t recall what the in-flight movie was, but I remember not being particularly interested by it. For all I knew at the time, I had a long and extra gruelling flight ahead of me.

Instead of being with my family, I ended up sat beside a stranger for the duration of the flight, right at the very back of the plane. I don’t remember why this was, either; I suppose it doesn’t matter now. Point being, that was a first time for me. I’d never sat beside a stranger on an airplane before, although I’d flown many times. As a shy teenager, those types of things can be intimidating. I sensed that there was some sort of *adult etiquette* which I was unaware of and failing to uphold. *Was I was meant to acknowledge their presence after take-off, maybe attempt small talk? Or should I just stare forward for the whole flight, pretending the seat beside me was empty?*

“THE SUBURBAN HOWL” – Chapter Four: ‘Jennifer’s Idea of a Game’ [MFM, Mystery/Suspense]

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**PART ONE:** *The Draw*

**Chapter Four.** *’Jennifer’s Idea of a Game’*

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Usually included something overtly sexual, or at the very least, simply *taboo*. That’s just how it was with her.

Jennifer was a dyed-in-the-wool deviant — a genuine pervert, in fact — and it seemed to be her goal in life to corrupt everyone around her, starting with her closest friends. That was the first impression Kathleen had of her dorm-mate when they’d met in university, anyway.

Well, *actually…*

…Kathleen’s *very first* impression of Jennifer had been stumbling upon her, bent over behind a bush on the orientation day of their freshman year, with a man’s cock wedged sideways in her mouth, poking through her cheek like a lollipop. The guy hadn’t noticed that they’d been caught. Jennifer had. She merely smiled back at Kathleen from the grass, drooling spit and cum onto the man’s jeans.

*What am I seeing?,* she asked herself. Kathleen nearly dropped the heavy boxes she was carrying in surprise. It took her a few seconds to manage the impossible task of tearing her eyes away, then she sped off toward the university, no longer noticing the weight of the boxes on her arms, which had felt unbearable only a minute ago.

“THE SUBURBAN HOWL” – Chapter One: ‘A Letter in the Mail’ [MFM, Mystery/Suspense]

**”THE SUBURBAN HOWL”**
*An Erotic Mystery in Three Parts*

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**PART ONE:** *The Draw*

**Chapter One.** *’A Letter in the Mail’*

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It read, simply:

> *Your names have been drawn. Tell no one.*
>
> *Your requested appointment will be on November the 24th, at midnight.*
>
> *Leave your front door unlocked.*
>
> ** ~ The Wolf**

The couple who lived at 5381 Mulberry St. spent two weeks trying to decipher the meaning of the strange letter — they studied the brisk handwriting and the messy spatter of spilt ink; they felt the thick paper between their finger-tips and wondered who on Earth would have bothered with such exquisite stock — before finally letting the letter rest at the bottom of a kitchen drawer, unsolved and buried beneath a pile of unpaid bills. There was, after all, more important things to worry about; like keeping the electricity on, for instance…

“THE SUBURBAN HOWL” – Chapter One: ‘A Letter in the Mail’ [MFM, Mystery/Suspense]

**”THE SUBURBAN HOWL”**
*An Erotic Mystery in Three Parts*

***

***

**PART ONE:** *The Draw*

**Chapter One.** *’A Letter in the Mail’*

***

***

It read, simply:

> *Your names have been drawn. Tell no one.*
>
> *Your requested appointment will be on November the 24th, at midnight.*
>
> *Leave your front door unlocked.*
>
> ** ~ The Wolf**

The couple who lived at 5381 Mulberry St. spent two weeks trying to decipher the meaning of the strange letter — they studied the brisk handwriting and the messy spatter of spilt ink; they felt the thick paper between their finger-tips and wondered who on Earth would have bothered with such exquisite stock — before finally letting the letter rest at the bottom of a kitchen drawer, unsolved and buried beneath a pile of unpaid bills. There was, after all, more important things to worry about; like keeping the electricity on, for instance…