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The stranger in my head (fiction)[mf]

You’re dripping. Wet from the shower you’ve just had. You dry yourself enough so as to not make too much of a mess on the way back to your room. It’s not far so you wrap a towel around you and quickly duck back in. The doors slightly ajar but you pay it no mind as you walk straight in and close it without looking.

Standing just in front of the door you grab the towel from around you and start drying your hair, bending forward and flicking it over to get it all. The doors closed you think, but imagine if someone was standing right behind. They’d see you in all your naked splendour, bent over with a towel hanging off your head. What a sight for them. You stand back up and flick your hair back, now with the towel wrapped and held in place, naked from the forehead down.

You start to think about the stranger you’ve been chatting to lately. It’s been fun, mysterious and dark you have no idea what he even looks like yet you felt so comfortable confiding to him some of your sexual desires. It’s funny how every conversation seems to come back to sex with him… Maybe it’s the mystery of it all. Maybe it’s because it’s been so damn long. Read more »

Neighbor’s Daughter. (fiction)

Part 1

It was just after midnight, I was out just beyond the patio, sipping a drink. The barbeque had been a big success, everyone had a good time, except myself. My wife was giving me the cold shoulder, after 10 years, I guess we’d just found out that there wasn’t too much to hold us together. Our sex life was almost non-existent, once every couple of months was what it boiled down to, and at 35, I decided it was time to cut that damn cord. I could start over again while I was still relatively young. The party was over, my wife was snoring loudly away in our bedroom, I faced another lonely night in the guestroom, and I needed to get away from what I had come to hate.

“Hey Mr. Robsin.”

I looked up, smiling at the sight of Roxanne Silverton. She was our neighbor’s 18 year old daughter. She was a nice girl, long brown hair in a pony tail, she looked to be about 5’6″ inches tall, I guessed her weight to be about 125 pounds, warm brown eyes, a nice perky chest that looked to be about a 34C, and a warm smile. She was wearing a button down blouse and a short skirt that showed off her sleek, smooth legs. Read more »

Mr. Smith’s after school lesson part 3 (fiction)

Taylor stood at the door, her body almost trembling. Last night, Mr. Smith had phoned her and told her how to present heself, and she was dressed accordingly. A red mini-skirt, a snow white blouse, black garter belt and black stockings. No panties, no bra, and having heself waxed totally bare, the feel of being totally hairless down there, everything was so open and exposed. One gust of wind would have shown everyone how there was nothing between her tight little pussy and the world, her sexuality so totally exposed. Wearing a mini-skirt that was just barely hiding her bare, smooth pussy and ass, had been an exercise in eroticism, she was seething, so hot and wet.

A little note pinned to the door, said, “enter.”

Taylor did so, and she saw Mr. Smith standing at his bedroom doorway, naked, his cock rock hard and ready.

“Get over here, NOW!” Read more »

I’m a smut writer for hire who loves writing about panties

Hi, my name is Sam! A few years back I decided to write custom erotica for people because I needed the money, and it was a lot of fun. So much so that after a long enough break, I’ve decided to return to the world of smut-writing, because damn it if I’m not really good at writing erotic short stories for people. I’m a good listener and I like to hear everything that a person is into and what they’re looking for before I write their tale.

But more than anything, my favorite thing to write about is the panty fetish. I just love it, and I’ve done it enough times now that I know exactly what people are looking for when they want erotica or dirty writing about panties. It’s not just about how hot the woman looks in them and how tightly it contours against her ass, or how see-through it is, or how much of her camel toe it shows – it’s about what brand it is, what type it is, what color it is, whether it’s cotton or satin, whether it has a big waistband with the brand name, if it has patterns, and so on – because all of that tells a story about the person wearing it. And whatever your favorite type is on a woman, I’d be happy to write a story about it for you if you want. If you want to read a story about your favorite celebrity getting rammed while wearing a pair of black Victoria’s Secret hipsters, for example, I’m here for you :) Read more »

The Doctor Pt 2 & 3

Unable to crosspost for some reason so here are the links;

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**Part One**

**The Deal**

It was a beautiful summer day in southern Sweden. The sun shone down from a clear blue sky while I was driving along the fields in my BMW M6 Cab. I had only owned it for a couple of weeks and I was heading from my summer house outside of Kivik into work in Lund. When I was closing in on Loberod I remembered that there was a little Thai food wagon there that served an excellent fried rice. I drove into the small town that most people just passed through if they even knew that it existed. After a couple of hundred yards I saw the food wagon. It stood just where it used to, it must have been two years since I last ate there. I pulled up the car to the curb and stepped out. Two wooden tables with benches were placed just next to the wagon and two teenage girls sat there drinking Coke.

”Nice car”, said the first girl. Read more »

Switching and Cumming in Her Raw [MF] [oral]

He walks into the room. I single light hangs from ceiling, casting a soft warm glow on the woman sitting in the chair below. Her dark hair pools around her shoulders in curls. She waits for him.

He crosses the room like a formidable ship surging through rough waves, unstoppable. His hand is at the nape of her neck, grabbing the hair there, pulling her head back.

They move in sync, him leading and her following. He pulls, her leaning into it.

She closes her eyes, her face still. She waits.

She feels at first only the stubble on his cheek as he grazes her face with his. But amidst the roughage is soft lips pressed against smooth skin.

His hands run down her face, along her slender neck, down to her squared shoulders. She rolls them back as he applies pressure, pushing her against the back of the chair.

His body is close to hers so she wraps her legs around his firm thighs, eager to be close to him. Read more »

The Nerdy Best Friend [mf]

He was a massive nerd.
The kind that has a Star Wars tattoo and collects comics.
But he was also extremely into fitness and running races. So he oozed a sort of Alpha male confidence that you could see in his walk. He moved about like he wasn’t aware of his own sex appeal.

I first laid eyes on him as most of us do nowadays..the internet.
He had dark eyes that sparkled, dark hair and muscular arms that I knew would fit my waist perfectly.

Things started off slow.
Just friends.

Little notes here and there. Nothing crazy. But you could feel the underlying tension.
Even in the silliest of comments.

The looks exchanged at the gym..the feeling of if we were alone..the things we would do to each other..
Being so close to him..feeling the heat come off of his body after a workout…it was intoxicating..
Wanting to run my hands over his amazing arms..kiss his beautiful chest..
My body always on high alert when he was near. I could feel my heart quicken, my nipples harden and my pussy just automatically getting wet.
Wanting him to bury his face between my legs..
Even the smallest glance from him and my knees would go weak..
The desire to be touched by him was suffocating. I looked forward to the days I got to see him. Read more »

Mr. Smith’s after school lesson part 2 (fiction)

Mr. Smith was passing back the tests they had done 2 days before, and when Taylor picked up her test, there was a little note attached. It read, ‘Taylor, I want to see you after class. Time for another of my special lessons.’

Taylor smiled, she looked forward to being taught everything he could teach her. She looked up, saw him looking at her, she licked her lips and smiled at him. He returned the smile, then broke eye contact, and went on with the rest of the lesson.

At 3:30, Taylor was back in class. The school was now empty, Mr. Smith had drawn the blinds, leaving the room in a dim light. When she closed the door, Mr. Smith came forward, locked the door, and taking her by the arm, he led her to the front of the class.

“Taylor, it’s time for another lesson. I want to see if your mouth is hot, wet, and eager to suck every drop out of me.” Read more »

Mr. Smith’s after school lesson (fiction)

“Taylor, I need to see you after class.”

She looked back and stared at Mr. Smith blankly for a moment before nodding. What for? Did she do something wrong? Taylor turned around, leaving the door frame and feeling her ears turn red. For the past year, Taylor had developed a series of fantasies that focused on a man twice her age – at the very least. Mr. Smith was perhaps 5’9”, in his late 30s with next to no hair. She couldn’t tell if he was balding or if he regularly shaved his head. Regardless, he exuded a subtle charm that had caught her attention within the first few days of being in his class.

The bell rang and her breath hitched. He wanted to see her after class. No, he had said he needed to see her after class. But for what? She swallowed and her finger twitched as she made her way to Mr. Smith’s desk, which was unsurprisingly messy, strewn with papers, pencils, and sticky notes. Taylor regulated her breathing, counting silently in her head. 1…2…1…2…1…2…

“Hello, Taylor,” Taylor managed a smile up at him.

“Hello, Mr. Smith. What’s this about?” Read more »