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Dana: Thing of Beauty [MF, student/teacher]

Happy new year!

Here's another story I wanted to share with you. It's a student/teacher first-time tale:

Dana: Thing of Beauty

Dear Allison,

I promised you that I’d write the story of my first time with Dana, my teacher and first lover. Never let it be said that I didn’t keep my promises. But I have to tell you: writing this, it’s had me as nervous as the virgin I was back then. Palms sweaty, shivering. The only thing that’s kept me going is remembering your face when you asked me to write this for you — how could anyone ever deny that face anything? But because of that face, I couldn’t write it to you; when I tried to think about you as I wrote, it became much less about what happened then, what I experienced then, and much more about what I have experienced with you.

It’s funny: I’ve written my whole life, but I’ve never in my life written a sex scene. This was the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to write. It was too easy to make everything sound ridiculous, or to turn myself into way more of a smooth operator than I ever was. Read more »

[MF] | “Cool Down” | Part 2

Part 1 Again, sorry about the lack of formatting.

I stood up from the bed and rummaged once again through my suitcase. I needed my pyjamas and toiletries, I was going to have a shower after that session. I changed back into my clothes and made my way to the girl’s bathroom the receptionist pointed out on the map. Down the stairs, down the hallway, up some stairs and to the left. It wasn’t that far of a walk, but I could see how this might be a bit of an inconvenience. I opened the bathroom door and heard the showers running. Looked to be three shower stalls, and all of them were in use. Perfect. I stood for a moment, wondering if I could pull off being covered in my own wet for the rest of the day, and decided that just was not going to happen. If I met up with the handsome stranger again, I’d at east want to smell nice. So I made my way out of the bathroom and did something I was not sure I’d ever do. I walk to the boy’s bathroom. Low and behold only one shower was running. I made my way to the stall at the end and placed my clothes and towels on the nearest bench. It wasn’t so bad in here, at least it was clean. I looked over to the used stall and could just make out a male figure through the silhouette. Read more »

[MF] | “Cool Down” | Part 1

First piece I've written out and shared, hope you enjoy! Sorry about the lack of formatting, I'm unsure of how to make a new paragraph for the conversations)

Eight in the morning, move in day. I don't think there has been anything more stressful in my life so far. People everywhere, boxes and boxes piled up higher than I could even reach. It's going to be a long day. Holding my checklist and sign in papers in one hand, and my luggage in the other I made my way to the university reception. It took about an hour to be seen and even then there were disruptions, some students had already lost their dorm room keys, and my stress levels were rising at a pretty even rate. I tried to stay cool, calm and collected as the flustered receptionist dealt with my papers and assigned my dorm room. “Oh no,” she let out a sigh, “there seems to be a bit of a problem.” “What’s happened?” I asked, as If anything could make me more uptight. She looked up at me through her glasses, “Well it seems you checked your gender as male when you were filling out your dorm application,” she gazed at me top from bottom. Stopping when she came to my small, yet perky breasts hidden beneath my t-shirt, she continued, “and the computer has assigned you a room in the boy’s tower. I’ll do my best to correct the situation, would you mind taking a seat?” “You’ve got to be kidding me; do you know how long it will take? I asked, desperate to sit, but even more so to be sorted in a room. “I really am sorry, but this could take a couple minutes.” She replied and pointed to the back of the small, cramped room, “the seats are over there.” I let out a long sigh and grabbed my luggage and made my way to the only available chair in the row. I should have come earlier. Read more »

Stepbrother: Part Three

The sequel should be available on my author page shortly: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00HM9MQJK Hope you have fun reading

Chapter 3: Training

It was hard to get to sleep that night. I was too horny to think straight and Adam had forbidden me to masturbate. I kept tossing and turning, trying to get my mind on something else. There was actually a point at around 3 in the morning when I considered texting him for permission. I didn't want to seem desperate, even though I was, so I suffered through my horniness.

I went to work in the morning and didn't get a chance to see Adam. He was still sleeping when I left. I worked my eight hour shift at Starbucks. It was one of my more stressful days. There were two women who let a line build up behind them as they tried to figure out what they wanted. There was an old man who hit on me. There was a clumsy woman who spilled her coffee on me. And worst of all, I was still horny. Read more »

Bedfellow – Ch. 4 of my Canadian political erotica

“You can’t please everyone.”

Her words cut into the night like embers biting into flesh. The sting lingered after they had parted ways, a reminder of the carelessness he had exhibited. Trusting her clearly wasn’t worth it – how could anyone think it was time to change course so close to success.

It was the last days of the elections in Calgary, 2010, and the young Nenshi was about to make history. While America was freaking out over mosques in New York City, the most booming city in Canada was making history, and electing a Muslim. The banality of it seemed amusing, the attention given to something so trivial with so much at stake. But, distractions made for good business, and from here on out, it was all about business.

The two sets of lips danced over his rigid cock as he stretched back over his bed, lounging over the soft down sheets. His toothy grin lit up the mirrors on the ceiling as he watched the multi-colored tangle of arms and legs writhe over him. One woman lead his riding in donations, raking in more money from the housing development folk than he had been able to on his own for a decade in municipal politics. The other a lawyer from Toronto, and she ensured that things worked well with Ottawa and the Trudeau camp, that no lines were crossed too quickly. Read more »

Getting the Grade [mf]

She walked into his office knowing what this meeting was about. Earlier that day, Sarah had received an email from one of her professors wanting to discuss an important topic. While the email didn’t specify what the topic was, Sarah knew her last paper was below standards. She had just started dating someone and, while she knew she shouldn’t, Sarah was putting less effort into her school work and more into her new relationship. She knew a poor grade on this assignment would jeopardize her educational career and she was ready to work hard to make it right. She was going to buckle down and complete whatever her professor assigned her in order to bring up her grade.

As she entered, Sarah took in her surroundings. It was a large office, walls lined with large bookshelves and diagrams of the human body. In one corner was a couch and small coffee table for more casual meetings. Directly in front of her was a massive oak desk cluttered with papers and knickknacks. Behind the desk sat Sarah’s professor, Dr. Brian Harris. Read more »

The Stepbrother: Part Two

The rest should be available on my author page shortly: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00HM9MQJK Hope you have fun reading.

Chapter 2: Orders

The next morning Adam wound up walking into the bathroom as I was brushing my teeth. Neither of us said a word as he grabbed his own toothbrush and began to scrub, though I could feel his eyes on me.

I was only wearing my panties and a t-shirt. Looking in the mirror, I could see my nipples sticking out behind the fabric. My breasts swayed as I brushed.

It was strange. He didn't touch me, he barely even acknowledged me, yet I was still incredibly aroused. I wanted him to fuck me right then, right there, on the bathroom counter. Instead, he left wordlessly, not looking back as I watched him walk away.

The day was as ordinary as any day I'd ever had before it. I only saw Adam at breakfast, and since we were eating with our parents, neither of us mentioned the previous night. It was our secret. Read more »

The Trip Home – [MF][Passionate] Tamera and Tony are stranded on a mountain road in a snowstorm and they try to stay warm the only way they know how.

Journal #32

Sunday, December 15th

I can’t believe I’ve written 31 journals already. With all the stresses and anxieties of life in college, it has been a good release to get all of my stress and anxieties out of my mind and onto paper. I hate to admit it, but mom was right. Writing everything down has really helped me to keep my bearings this year. I find I am much calmer and I am much, much more organized. I now take the time to think things through and I’ve resolved many problems just by writing things down clearly and then reflecting on them.

Starting college last year, Bobby being deployed, and hearing about my parents divorce…it was all too much and I needed to have an outlet. Sigh. I miss the days when I would smoke a bowl…or five, and do absolutely nothing all day, but in the big picture, weed was just making it all worse. I was getting further away from my goals, not closer to them.

Now I feel like I have much more balance in my life. I’m really starting to work through frustrating situations and I have more peace of mind. I hate to admit it, and I won’t admit it to her but it has really helped. Read more »

The Stepbrother

The rest should be available on my author page shortly: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00HM9MQJK

Hope you have fun reading.

Chapter 1: Peeping

When I first met Adam, I never imagined that one day I would call him 'master' and he would call me 'slave'. It never crossed my mind that he would wind up fucking my cunt, mouth, asshole, and tits.

I was pretty sexually inexperienced back then – I didn't even have a vibrator. Over the months, he's made sure that my collection of sex toys has grown. He's rewarded me with nipple clamps and ball-gags. I now have a different butt-plug for each day of the week and a leather collar that I wear behind closed doors. They're all part of my 'uniform'.

The rest of the family still think of us as 'Adam' and 'Cheryl', two twenty-somethings connected only through our parents' long-term relationship – my mother has been dating his father for a few years now. I can't imagine how they would react if they ever found out.

This is the story of how I came to meet Adam, and of how I came to call him 'master'. Read more »