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Sex in the Lake(Part 2)

Sex in the Lake(Part 2)

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We paddle back to the beach to see the boat pulling the tube on shore. We were nervous that they may have gotten a hint of what we were doing in the lake. Emma tried her best to make no eye contact with them. I look at them and they look back at me. I’m unable to tell whether they caught on to what unholy things we were doing out there or not. Emma blushes as we hurry on by with the kayaks in hand. On our drive back we both have smiles on our faces and are illuminating with joy. Our day on the lake was great. We decided a shower would be a good idea to wash the sand off that we gathered from the lake. Read more »

Innocent dream

Good morning, my sunshine. I woke up so well and happy, I had such a beautiful dream.
I was on a deserted beach, gently taking the big breeze and bathing in the sun’s rays, Suddenly, it was shaded…..
I opened my eyes and saw you?. You approached slowly and kissed me, I began to tremble slightly, a cold shiver of pleasure crossed me!
I grabbed you in the middle, and pulled you slowly towards me, started moaning gently… mmm… You leaned over and slowly started exploring my body. I felt the desire in you, I began to gently pat you on the back… on the chest… on the abdomen, and I continued down……… mmmm….
I felt your “Desire “hard and ready for action.
I began to feel how I got wet and become eager!!
You’ve been running out of patience and you’ve pounced like a lion and caught in the middle, and shot at you. You slowly opened the door to paradise, …..
I felt you with every part of the pardis…
Every fiber of mine is screaming for you…
I want more, I want more……
It’s so good, I’m flooded with pleasure. You move easily, and I feel like every part of my paradis wants you more and more intensely, … Ahhh…… it’s so good…..
I…. want… more and more …ohh…
More… more intense…. I feel like I’m close to my peak… it’s the ultimate pleasure…
Come on, love…… I’m so close…. ohhh yesssss

Bestfriends Forever [M/F] [Fiction]

High school had officially ended for me and i was glad to officially being done with waking up early and taking a dirty bus to school everyday while counting down the minutes to lunch and for school to end. I was done with anything related to school.

BUT that also means i didn’t want to go to college. This meant that i had to take another boring bus to my dead end job at a restaurant, yet again counting down the hours to my lunch break and then till my shift ends. The only think I’ve been looking foward to from my shitty job is my co worker Mallory. Now there were alot of beautiful waitress here but mallory was the one who trained me when i first started here. We got pretty close and exchanged phone numbers like on the second week of me working there. We become fast friends after that and every lunch break, we managed to always have the exact 30 minutes off. Those 1,800 seconds are the best seconds I’ve ever had. Read more »

Bench-met by evening

“Fuck, I’d better not get arrested again,” I thought to myself as I walked down the footpath. I was very conscious of my footfalls in the cool evening air. The park that she’d directed me to was only another block along my way. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears now, so I slowed my pace and took some deep breaths. “Easy,” I thought to myself, “She probably won’t even be there.”

“I must be fucking crazy,” I thought to myself as I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I ran my hands up my thighs, marvelling at the sheen of the silky black thigh highs were held in place by a black lace garter belt. A thing landing slip directed my eyes down to my clit, already swollen with arousal by the thought of what I had ahead of me. I turned back to my bed and picked up the coat draped across the bedspread. Pulling it over my shoulders, I took one last look at my otherwise bare breasts and pussy. “Okay here we go,” I said aloud while buttoning the coat buttons, cinching the belt tight and knotting it. I turned to the door and walked out my front door. Read more »

Sex on a Motorcycle [Cheating, public]

Meagan stares at me, her deep green eyes sparking as she reads my face, her hand resting on the back seat of my motorcycle with a caressing touch. “Take me for a ride?” she says.

I stare back at her face willfully, trying hard not to glance at her large breasts. “I’d like to, but I don’t have an extra helmet.” I say, turning to start the bike. With the flip of a switch, it roars to life, the angst ridden v-twin rattling the low slung frame in threatening invitation.

“I don’t need a helmet.” She swings a lithe, toned thigh over my bike, skin glistening in the sun from under a mid-length skirt. Her figure is arched and athletic — it’s hard to believe she’s got two kids at home.

“I don’t know.” I say.

“C’mon, just around the block.” She taps the seat in front of me. “It’s been so long since I’ve been on one of these.”

I shrug and finish strapping on my helmet. I did what I could. Her husband probably won’t hunt me down for this, anyway. Read more »

Muslim Freshman Does Anything to Join University Paper Pt. 2 [Humiliation][Public][Blackmail]

Rhea received a text from an unknown number on a Thursday afternoon:
*Hey, can we meet you at the Katz Library in around half an hour? Wear something flowy, the yellow dress from last time was nice. And if you get cold feet, just remember what encompasses your catalog…*

*btw this is Alexandra*

Alex attached a scanned Polaroid depicting Rhea in all fours being double-teamed by Alex and her co-editor Charles. Rhea got the message.

Inside a large brown brick cube, Rhea made her way up the robust stairs to the nearly empty 7th floor, largely filled with History textbooks. She meekly peaked around each row of books searching for her managing editors.

Rhea eventually found the pair down a dimly lit row. Charles leaned against a bookshelf in a sleeveless shirt, while Alex sat imposingly at a short desk. “You’re late.”

“Sorry, ma’am-miss, er…” Rhea awkwardly bowed her head and walked forward. She heard strange sucking noises but didn’t press the issue.

Alex shifted in her chair. “We’ve called you here to sort out a small issue. Remember how we said you were a shoo-in for the position? Well, that was before we interviewed Marcy.” Read more »

The Assistant 4 {affair]

Anthony was up and ready before Kylie’s alarm went off. She slowly shuffled to the bathroom and started getting herself ready. She grabbed her clothes, getting ready with her back to Anthony.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Fine,” Kylie said.

“No hangover?” Anthony asked, looking up from his phone. Kylie turned around in her skirt as she buttoned her skirt.

“No,” she said. “One, I had already started sobering up. Two, I didn’t have that much to drink. And three, my hangovers hit in the afternoon.”

“Are you pissed off about last night?” Anthony asked bluntly. The question caught Kylie off guard, though it shouldn’t have. She had been working for him for the last three months, she knew he was blunt.

“A bit,” Kylie said. Anthony stood up and walked over to her.

“Kylie, I want you to understand, you really are the only assistant I would absolutely break my own rules for,” Anthony said, “but I couldn’t take the chance of having sex with you while you were drunk at a work function and have it come bite me in the ass later. I’m covering my own ass, no offense.” Read more »

Straight but feminine boy raped by bullies [non-con][forced feminization]

This story is a work of fiction and all characters are 18+

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It’s prom night and this torturous high school journey was finally going to end. Fives years of being bullied and alone. Five years of ridicule just because of my naturally feminine body and smooth hairless skin. Granted, with my shoulder length hair, slim body and delicate facial features, nobody would bat an eye if I accidentally walked into the girls washroom. I suppose my timid demeanour and shyness are inviting qualities for bullies who get off on the feeling of superiority.

My main bully – let’s call him E – was very popular, the captain of the basket ball team, in fact. He was also decently smart. He never bullied me in the open, where he risks tainting his reputation. He and his lackeys find opportunities when we’re alone to push me around. They call me cruel names, give me wedgies, and sometimes pull my pants down in the washroom to laugh at my small penis. They even took pictures of me with my pants down, and then send them to me occasionally to remind me what could happen if I tell my parents or the teachers about their behaviour. Read more »

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Horny Housemates Part III [MF] [Oral]

Steph woke up with a terrible headache and fewer memories than she’d like. There had been a club. And a guy. And then… she didn’t know.
She was naked, but alone. Her clothes were in a mess at the end of the bed, but other than that it seemed undisturbed. There wouldn’t be any awkward trying to remember names.
*There wasn’t any fucking, either.*
Groaning to herself, Steph crawled out of bed and pulled on pyjama shorts and an old t-shirt, her stomach rumbling out for breakfast. Cautiously, she made her way downstairs, to find an abandoned kitchen. That suited her just fine. She needed coffee first. And water. A lot of water. Read more »