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Control (M/F)

I yelled at you in my head, screamed even. But my lips stayed closed and you never heard. I was staring at you so obviously it made my knees weak. When you finally stopped pretending to have not noticed me, finally closing conversation with whoever had more of your attention than me, and your eyes met mine, I couldn’t help but tell you. I felt I could tell you everything within that one glance. Tell you how much I needed to feel you next to me, to feel your hand on my wrist again, hear you inhale the tension soaked air around me. I clenched my jaw to keep from smiling so wide it would hurt.

Your slight head tilt towards the door, the highlights in your eyes, and your subtle upturned lip spoke volumes. I walked in your suggested direction, nodding to all the insignificant others in the room as I passed. They were practically see-though and you, perfectly present. The door led out of the auditorium and into a wide hallway, glass windows looking out into the gardens on one side, the courtyard on the other.

My girlfriend’s mum (Part 2 – true story)

Author’s note: Thank you all for the great response to Part 1, I really wasn’t expecting it. If you’ve not read Part 1 I’d highly recommend checking that out first; you can find it on my profile*
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Holy fuck. What on Earth had just happened? My mind was in overdrive running through the day’s events as I collapsed on the bed laying next to Amy. She told me she was just going to head to the bathroom to clean up, walking to the bedroom door, opening it slightly before making the quick dash down the hallway to the bathroom next door. I laid there, absolutely spent, cock still twinging from the thought of locking eyes with Paige as I fucked her daughter senseless. It wasn’t until Amy walked back into the room minutes later that I snapped out of my daze, heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up and then climbing into bed and falling deep asleep. Read more »

Washing Machine Repair [neighbors] [mf] [weed, cannabis, 420] [drinking] [anal] [consensual] [flannel] [wholesome]

I keep playing with this one and am liking where it’s going. Debating whether it should be third person. Feedback and critique welcome!

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It’s a spring, rainy Saturday afternoon: warm air, cold rain. You’re walking out of your apartment and you see me in the hall walking into my apartment, next door. I’m wearing a worn flannel shirt, some old jeans with paint splotches all over, knees torn, and carrying a laden bag of Home Depot stuff. I’m drenched too; it looks like someone (me) forgot their umbrella. There’s a puddle of water where I’ve been standing while fiddling for my keys.

“Hey there Kurt,” you say, smiling, as you step into the hallway. You’re wearing a flowing spring sundress, hanging by straps from your freckled shoulders. Even in our sunless shared entry hallway, I make mental note of its semi-transparentness, then shake it off. I realize I haven’t seen you without your mask. I thought you were gorgeous before, but now?

“Hi Miya,” I respond, cheerfully. Some water drips from me to the floor.

“You’re in marketing right? But I guess you’re a handyman too?” you say, nodding to the Home Depot bag. Read more »

[F4M] Missing Panties [Cheerleader] [Panties] [Pussy]

A cheerleader forgets her panties at her boyfriend’s house and she has a game in five hours. She vents her frustration to her guy friend and her sorrow manifests into something more.

[https://www.foxyfic.com/w/x7F9OIpA/Missing_Panties?p=afb11655f78433a1eea46ec9e4b9e6422ec88ca403ffb0e87a61dac6b6f48e57d5eb2acf8ed1883ff3c8731bbef2759e](https://www.foxyfic.com/w/x7F9OIpA/Missing_Panties?p=afb11655f78433a1eea46ec9e4b9e6422ec88ca403ffb0e87a61dac6b6f48e57d5eb2acf8ed1883ff3c8731bbef2759e)

I watched as she used her toothbrush to make herself cum [M, F]

I met my fuck buddy at work and I never thought that I would have some of my best sex with her. She reminded me of a librarian with her long dresses and reserved nature. She was Mexican, but had pale skin and she didn’t have much in terms of curves. What she did have was a beautiful smile, kind eyes and an openness when it came to sex.

She told me that before meeting me she would regularly use her electric toothbrush to get herself off. One night when she was staying at my place I told her that I wanted to watch her masterbate. She was always open to my suggestions.

I helped her out of her clothes and I had her spread her legs wide while she laid on her back. I kneeled at the foot of the bed and told her to touch herself. I started kissing her pedicured red polished toes. I continued to lick her soft soles and her moans became louder as I then sucked her toes one by one. Read more »

Updated Standards Pt. 1 by Rev Hale

*Drinking and tinkering with experimental tech don’t mix, even if your grades are on the line.*

Mind control, F2F transformation, Bimbofication

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The girls were certain they were failing Bio 101.

“It’s that damn, creepy TA.” Emily scoffed, brushing her red hair out of her face.

“Sexisit, racist pig.” Wendy muttered, not looking up from her phone.

“I know!?” Jess was clearly the most drunk, having already downed several of the horrendous Kool-Aid and vodka monstrosities the three of them had been sharing for the last hour.

They all sat together in their shared dorm, commiserating their futile academic struggle. An outside observer would have suggested that their time would have been better spent studying, but it’s human nature to avoid introspection when an easy target of scorn was available.

Jess finished off the pink-purple abomination from her solo cup. She was blonde, but wasn’t stupid (all of them were reasonably intelligent) though she’d wasted this first semester at college partying hard.

“Hey Wendy, at least you have a shot at-” Jess stopped to shake her friend’s shoulder for attention. Wendy always was on her phone, rarely looking up and giving her focus to the world around her. Read more »

She didn’t call the restaurant… ([MF][public restroom sex][bdsm][rough][anal][oral])

He held the door for her as she walked in, taking her hand and smiling as they checked in for their dinner reservation. “Table for Mary,” her black dress tight around her curves, her legs freshly shaved and shining in the light, her six inch heels shaping her calves.

The host frowned, “I don’t seem to have you down, you can wait at the bar though, it will be a half hour,” writing their names down and waving them on. He leaned in, his grip on her hand clenching down as he whispered menacingly in her ear, “I told you to do one thing you lazy slut, fortunately I know exactly how you will be spending the next 30 minutes,” his teeth biting down on her ear before he pulled away. “S-sorry sir, I swear I made the reservation,” his pace quickening as they turned the corner, her heels clicking on the floor as she was pulled forward. Read more »

Extreme Training [M4f]

He whistled as he worked. This was his favorite part of the task. Well, his favorite part of the process as the end results were of course rather amazing and priceless. He had spent the last hour getting everything perfect. That was the part most people just failed to get. It was the contrast that created the results. Most people relied on the crude methods but not him. That was why his results were so prized by his customers.

He held his nose as he opened the cage. The smell was horrific and still shocked him no matter how many times he had gone through this cycle. He turned the hose and and started spraying the filth off the floor and off of it. The eyes squinted back at him as the light was so bright compared to the cage. “Roll over” he barked loudly to see if the orders were starting to get imprinted and sure enough, it rolled over on its back on a clean spot on the floor and he hosed its holes and tits off. The water was cold and harsh on perpose. Read more »