Becky looked at her engagement ring. She was soon to be a military wife. She fell hopelessly for him, after high school, in fact. He was not the same guy she knew from the past. Sure, they were friends from the past. However, there was something about him. Something she couldn’t describe. Of course, she said that about nearly all of her boyfriends in her life. They had one thing in common. Everyone noticed it.
“You like black guys?”
“She likes that BBC action…”
“I think she likes…”
They all said it secretly. Did she have a type? Maybe. But was it true? Most likely.
Her fiancée was currently in California while she was in their hometown. She would move there soon. She missed him. She missed him bad. One day, she was laying down in her bed. She drifted off to sleep.
Category: eroticliterature
Helping Out at School [MFF] [Part 6]
Hello everyone, I just wanted to update you all on how the series is going. I will probably write 10-12 parts for this story, as I am running out of creative ideas, meaning that it will be over by the end of this week. After that, I will be taking a short break, but don’t worry, I have lots more ideas to write about in the future! As always, your feedback is very much appreciated! Enjoy!.
After fucking Sadie raw in her closet raw while Scarlett watched, I could think of nothing else for the rest of the school day. After the last class was done and the students were all gone, I offered to help Sadie clean up all of our now-dried juices on the floor in her closet. She declined, saying, “No thanks, I can manage. Although, you should know that I will be at your house tonight to have some drinks with Alicia, so I hope that’s not too weird for you. I assume she doesn’t know about us?” I hadn’t told either of them about my encounters with the other. I was hoping to keep that information from them, but things were getting increasingly complicated, and there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t tell each other, especially after a night of drinking. It was a school night, so I knew that Sadie would probably take it easy on the drinks, but Alicia didn’t have anything stopping her from drinking too much. I told Sadie that I had not yet told Alicia anything. She looked somewhat relieved, and we soon said our goodbyes and I left for home.
Staying Employed, Part 8 (MF, reluctance)
I came home to find Keith hobbling his way carefully between the kitchen and the dining room, setting dishes on the table for dinner on his crutches. He still had the apron around his waist from having cooked. He smiled and, placing the plates on the table, limped over to wrap his arms around me, letting the crutches fall to the floor with a clatter.
“I’ve been an ass the last few days,” he murmured into my hair. “Hell, I’ve been an ass the last few months.” I held back tears as he kissed the top of my head gently. “Ever since I was sick I’ve just felt adrift, and not being able to work properly, and seeing you working so hard…”
Keith’s voice trailed off and I knew he was struggling to find the right words. Guilt punched me in the gut like the fist of an angry god. Earlier this same day I’d been lying on my boss’s desk. He had held my legs up in the air like I was a fucking wheelbarrow and rubbed his cock against my clit until his cum had splattered my body. I had swallowed some. I had cum.
Vampire Hunter Boi (trap, yaoi, nunboi, mild violence, Catholicism?)
Inspired by the works of BDOne
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He stood there, tall and strong. His chest rose and fell in quick succession and his back was stiff and sweat dripped from exposed skin on his right arm and leg. Some fell to the golden weave of his collar, and a few drops of sweat even fell from his bare butt cheeks. His plump bottom was more exposed than not by the leotard he wore while performing his duties. All of them…
As his breath calmed completely, the twenty one year old vampire slayer breathed deeply and let his eyes fall closed for a moment. He had survived the hunt, and ahead the first cracks of light began to shine through a hole in the roof and he knew dawn was coming. His brown cheeks pulled back into a smirk. And then they darkened a bit.
‘I hope he’s proud of me…’ The boy thought, and went to retrieve the proof of his successful hunt. As he did his mind retraced how the night went. Because the only way to truly continue to have successful hunts was to never forget past triumphs and tribulations. To always remember his struggles, his trials, his training, and where it brought him. And, by the grace of God, where it would continue to take him.
Above You
The chunky charred
waffle-texture of my sole
meets with your chest
and I look
down at your eyes
outer corner drooping down
line between your brows
eyes tearing up
as you beg for
me to please you
you are pathetic and
you know it
nearly crying
when you could
lift my my heel
easily
but instead you try to
reach down
*Don’t touch yourself*,
I scold
and walk behind me
to retrieve duct tape
and scissors
My Friend (F/F)
I never thought I would be interested in another Female.
I never thought I would let her finger me. Yet I find myself bent over her kitchen table with my pants around my ankles and her two fingers inside of me.
I can’t even recall how this happened. I just came over to hang out, have a few drinks and be friendly.
She wanted to show me something she bought. It was new underwear that she was going to wear for her boyfriend. She looked good. Way better then I ever would in it. She didn’t believe me and told me to take off my clothes. I refused. I wasn’t going to strip down in front of her! she was crazy.
She was crazy, cause she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. Started to kiss me and rubbed her hands down my back. I felt… warm, and welcome into her embrace.
I asked her to stop. She didn’t instead she turned me around, told me that I was going to experience a new world.
You better hit that shit, Frank…
My friend and I used to hit Hunts Point in NYC, with the only goal of pissing off prostitutes.
We pull up to this very attractive female, and the first thing I say, “will you shit on my face while you suck my mushroom off?” She said, yes.
So, I drop my bro off, and without him knowing, I circle back to her. She gobbled my three inch erect cock, as I watched the steamy turds smack off my face.
A Friday Afternoon Jiffy Lube (Part 2- the end) [F&M]
For the remainder of the afternoon, Ben and Nina were struggling to make it through the rest of the workday. Ben was stuck behind his desk with his belt tight around his waist and the effects of Nina’s teasing remaining in his boxers. Meanwhile, Nina was still getting her hands dirty getting under the bonnet of cars. The way her nipples were still poking through her tank top only reminded her more of what she needed. There had never been such a long Friday afternoon as this…
Finally, 6 o’clock arrived and each went to their respective homes. Except, Nina had a mission. She wanted to dress to kill tonight. After Ben had seen her in the least glamourous attire possible, Nina thought she needed to set the mood properly. All of the greasy work clothes went in the washing machine and Nina stepped into the shower. Thankfully she never specified what time she would be arriving so she could take as long as she fancied to get ready. She also loved the thought of Ben being on tenterhooks waiting for her arrival. The thought of him waiting at her disposal, the way she teased him at work and left him begging for more, and the state of her panties once she removed them only boosted her mood. Nina had never been this forward before in her life but there was just something about Ben that revved her up and made her want to get him around her little finger.
Visiting the Cabin Alone CNC – Final Part
***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
I start to cry at his response, feeling his fingers slide into my pussy as I do. “That’s right baby, cry for daddy” he says as I try to squirm away from his finger. I’m dripping down my own legs, confused at my body’s response to this situation. My legs being tied together isn’t helping and somehow he is inching his way through.
The miracle every guy with female friends dreams about. Can you help me make it come true? (Or would you like to just chat about it?)
Like almost everyone else on the planet, I have a close group of friends, and like a lot of friend groups, ours formed in high school, and has remained together ever since. There are a mixture of girls and guys in the group, and while everything between all of us has always remained platonic over the years, in the mind of every guy in the group there is an unspoken truth, that we’d never say out loud to one another, but is almost assuredly the ultimate fantasy of every single one of us.
It’s pretty well known that in every group of friends, the guys will fantasize about the girls, no matter how platonic outward realities have always been. But that’s not the unspoken truth that I’m talking about.
The unspoken truth is the desperate longing for the miracle. What exactly the miracle is probably varies slightly between guys, but the principle of the miracle is the same: something happens to them, involving the female members of the group, so hot as to be totally impossible, and so hot as to be beyond comprehension.
The miracle, if it happened to them, would be impossible to truly handle, because it would be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to anybody.