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Chasing Anna: Day 1 morning (mf, no-sex, slow start, part 1/7+)

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>!First time author here. I’ve left the descriptions of the main characters vague to let people imagine them as they would like. You’ll note the scenes do not start out terribly explicit. This will change as the story progresses. The descriptions are an indicator of Anna’s mood. The first day ended up WAY longer than I intended and will likely be the longest section. There are probably a whole bunch of typos too as this was written without the benefit of spell check initially. I welcome any comments or criticism. !<

Day 1: Morning Read more »

When I went went to a hot lady doctor for my prostate exam

When I was about 23, I had this beautiful lady doctor named Christine. Being a gay, I specifically went out and found a lady doc. I just didn’t want to consult any straight male doctor and have him look at me. Anyway I settled with her because I was able to talk my heart out with her. About sex and what not and she was completely open minded and nonjudgmental. I saw her for a back ache, a sinus infection that persisted and just other basic stuff; but each time I saw her she would ask me about my sex life, maybe because HIV was a big deal at that time and she grew to care about me (I thought).

She knew I wasn’t the dominant one and that I was not too careful about things. I drank a lot then, smoked weed and slept with many other gay men who tired to woo me. I was so relieved to find a lady in her 40s who was open-minded and would listen to me; but she would still gently scold me, and advise me. Once she told me to give ‘very ribbed’ condoms to boyfriends, because if they were using those I would feel it and know they were wearing it. At one visit, she again was asking me about sex and if I had done the ‘ribbed’ thing. I sheepishly said denied. She scolded me like I was a little school boy. Read more »

Feeling of lust

Longing for the lovers touch
But he only breaks your trust
Another beautiful women being crushed
To foolish to see the truth
Shame that he’s not only loving you
Words from those who care
Just flow in an out your ears
Pleading that he’s a different man
Won’t change what’s seen in front of your hands
So you fall an here I am to pick you up
Never once realizing I’m just your crutch
Building you back up showing you light
An you grow but go back to the same night
Once he’s says he’s not the same
Faking ass dude saying they changed
An things are good for till he turns back to that dude
Real colors always shine through
An you heart left back to dark blues
So time to be real to you
Let him go an fine something true
Your more this his portrait in a gallery

A lesson to all who’s been fooled, a heart will mend an time will fade. Feeling will grow an dissipate.but if sumthing is real should never fill one sides, weight to high on the scales of your life an heart. Becareful an listen not everyone will just tell you someones wrong just out of dislike…… Food for thought

Family Friend on Christmas Eve (MF)

It was Christmas Eve and my parents annual holiday party had begun. It was the best yet. The house was packed. At 25, I had started enjoying seeing everyone and celebrating the accomplishments of friends and family.

One guest in particular I always looked forward to seeing was my mother’s friends’ daughter. She was 19 and had a crush on me since she was little. She was a girl I always said, “She can call me when she’s 21,” when my mom and her friend joked about me dating her.

She had grown into something I didn’t expect given her fairly average genetic makeup. She was about 5’2”, which I loved, being a foot taller than her. She had dark features but pale skin. As a cheerleader in college though, she stayed fit. She wore a black, skin tight dress to the party that showed off her bubble butt and new-this-year full set of tits. They were busting out of her dress with cleavage I wanted to shove my face in.

“She’s dressed like a slut,” my sister scoffed quietly to me as she caught me oogling Kim in her sexy dress and high heels. Read more »

Ashley’s First Time

My friend Ashley and I were hanging out at my place one weekend and the conversation switched to new shoes. I was telling her about these sexy new heels I had just bought. We headed up to my bedroom so I could show her the shoes and the rest of my collection of high heels.

“Damn, you have so many shoes Jessica,” she said as she rooted around in my walk in closet. Ashley and I were the same shoe size so she started trying on some of them. I hadn’t noticed as she grabbed a red shoe box from the top shelf and opened it.

“Oh god, sorry Jessica. I thought it was another box of shoes,” she said as she stood holding my secret box of sex toys. I laughed at the look on her face as she stood there peeking into the box.

“It’s ok, you can check them out if you like. I’m not embarrassed,” I said as I laughed again. Ashley peeked into the box and saw a couple vibrators, a very big dildo, some hand cuffs, and a strap on dildo set. It was the strap on that she picked up and stared at. Read more »

Stick Shift

I asked my wife to share some stories from her sexual past. She agreed and this is one of her true stories. She was 18. I have more. Read more »

Making Up Is Hard To Do [MF, Anal]

We were naked on the bed in our bedroom. We lay there sticky and spent from epic make-up sex. We’d come together after six months separation. The sex had been carnal. Crazed. Sweaty. We’d been quiet for several minutes after. Just breathing.

Then my wife said, “I was with some guys while we were separated.”

I was quiet for a bit, absorbing that revelation, not totally surprised and somewhat relieved, then I said, “I was with G.”

She turned to look at me, “My friend?”

I turned to look at her. I said her friend’s full name.

She inhaled, blinking rapidly. Turned away from me and stared at the ceiling.

“Quantify ‘some guys’ for me.” I said.

After several long moments she cleared her throat and said, “Three.” She told me their names, prefacing one of them with “a guy named.” I knew the other two. Well.

I turned away from her and looked at the ceiling too. My heart was beating so hard it almost hurt.

After several more silent moments she turned on her side reached and placed her hand on my chest. “You okay?” Read more »

Storming the Castle (BDSM) (Viking domination Princess sub) Original – Enjoy

Svojrn’s band had been marching since day break and just come over a small glen. Over the hill in the distance, a castle could be made out. The scouts had went in other directions as the primary warband headed East further into Saxony.

As they grew closer to the castle, minor defenses could be seen and Svjorn decided they would raid it at mid-day by the sun. A small prayer was said to Odin and the horn blew signaling the start of the raid.

The feeble guards at the gate were fell easily and the conscripts for infantry were dispatched with haste. His party lost no men as they approached the main tower. Livestock darted around the main courtyard and the peasants all cowered at the sight of the viking invaders.

Svjorn lead the way up the winding stairs to the castle keep, finding no resistance along the way. When he entered the great hall, it was covered with great tapestries and ornately carved tables and chairs. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, candles flickering in the wind. Read more »

Escort Roleplay [MF]

It’s a cold saturday night as you sit down to dinner with your husband. Medium rare steaks, asparagus, garlic bread; you’ve been slaving for a good two hours to put this meal together for your date night.

Just as you sit down to eat and toast him with your full glass of wine, you hear the distinctive chirp of your phone in the next room…

Smiling nervously, you take a gulp of your glass, “I’d better see who that is…”

Walking quickly to the next room, you bury your hand into your purse, searching desperately for the source of the chirp. Pulling it out and unlocking it, your eyes glaze over as you read the text displayed on the screen. A text from sir…

“You’re going to be my little hooker tonight. The Hyatt Place Hotel. Room 302. In 45 minutes. Don’t be late, and don’t forget to look the part, whore.” Your heart-beat flutters in your chest, and you feel your panties dampen. Walking back into the dining room, you announce with nonchalance “Sorry honey, you can have mine. I have a… client… to see.” Without even awaiting an answer, you spin on your heel and make for your closet. “What will impress Sir the most?” you wonder aloud. Read more »

Bad girl

My phone has been going off all day with pictures from you at home. Work was torture as I received pic after pic of you naked and playing with yourself. The tyres screech in the driveway as I stop and get out, unbuttoning my shirt on the way to the door. Bursting into the house I click the deadbolt shut bolt upstairs where I find you lounging on the bed in nothing but a corset.

“Something wrong honey?” You ask me innocently, contradicting your breasts spilling out of your top and your simp being exposed towards me. I pull my clothes off with purpose; your snatch is mine. It may between your legs but it belongs to me. I pick you up and toss you onto the center of the bed as you squeal with delight.

“You’ve been bad today,” I growl as my fingers wrap around your throat. “You’ve been very bad, and I’m going to show you what happens when your bad.” Your face turns red as I hold your throat down on the bed, feeling your pulse under the pressure. Usually I would be worried about making sure that you’re good and wet before I fucked you, but today I want it to hurt. Read more »