Author: VoxelFoxel

I helped my coworker get over his breakup [FM]

There’s no grand story to this one… Actually I’m still not entirely sure why I did it. I’ve worked with this guy who we’ll call Sean for a little while. He’s nineteen, tall and lanky with medium length brown hair that’s normally a bit of a curly mess. Sean’s one of the sweetest people I know. The kind of person who insists upon releasing bugs outside, and who literally gets a joke of the day email. He’s absolutely adorable and until just before Christmas, I’d have told you that my feelings toward him were entirely brotherly.

Sean had a massive fight with his girlfriend, and they ended up breaking up. He came in to work really too upset to function, and I ended up sitting with him in the break room while he vented a little bit. It seemed like a pretty standard “They were in different stages mentally” breakup, but it was his first so I understood why he was so shaken up. He went back to work once we had chatted for a while, but it felt like there was a dark cloud hanging over the store to me because he’s normally so bright and happy. Read more »

The time I got into trouble helping my sister move [FM]

My parents had me and my sister a full decade apart. Because of that, she and I never really clicked. For most of my childhood, she viewed me as the kid who was getting in the way and treated me as such. By the time I reached my teenage years, she had moved out, and as a result, the relationship between us never got fully repaired. We’re civil towards each other now, there’s no screaming, but it’s clear that she and I are never going to spend time together without our parents as the hinge.

When I was nineteen (I’m in my mid-thirties now.), I had to help my sister and her boyfriend move house. My Dad was driving the truck for them, my sister and Mom went along with him. There were family members meeting them at the new house, to begin unloading the truck. I volunteered to stay back with her boyfriend to finish loading some items which hadn’t fit into the truck, into his car. My sister actually protested me being left alone with her boyfriend, she said it wouldn’t make any sense because I “wasn’t being useful anyway”. She was entirely right, actually. I had spent the entire day up until that point doing everything I could to avoid actually working. I was the first one to take a break, or disappear for a few minutes, and I had worn a floral patterned sundress with a low neckline, and wedge heels, neither of which were conducive to manual labour. Read more »

My husband helped me fulfill a fantasy I’ve had for ages [Group]

I’ve had a fantasy for years now that’s sort of a hybrid of a gangbang. I’d be in a bedroom, waiting for visitors while a party of some sort was going on down below. Throughout the night, guests could come see me to fuck, and I’d do whatever they wanted. In my fantasies, it’s some grand ball out of a romance novel, which is obviously not practical at all when it comes to acting these fantasies out in real life. I got to try it though! Minus the ball, of course.

My husband and I are fairly active in our local kink community. We help organize events (both sexual and nonsexual), and in general just have a lot of kinky friends. I’ve spoken to my husband about this fantasy before, and he’s offered to set something up. I’ve never taken him up on it in the past, because I hate making things all about me. In reality, any play party we organized to execute this fantasy, I would be the center of, and that’s always made me feel a little bit selfish. Read more »