Darcy’s Doubts: Day 2 (Part 1) [MT, T-Solo, Oral]

[DAY 1: Part One](https://www.reddit.com/user/BlkFenix89/comments/i5ki9g/darys_doubts_day_1_part_1/)

[DAY 1: Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/user/BlkFenix89/comments/i5kkf5/darcys_doubts_day_1_part_2/)

*Bang, bang, bang*

I don’t remember Kyle slamming the door when she left

*Bang, bang, bang*

The hell? Is someone throwing bricks off the roof? Being awoken suddenly is never fun but at least whatever woke me up kept me from suffering anymore at the hands of my own consciousness. I quickly grab some shorts to maintain some modesty and make my way towards the racket. Poking my head into the hall it was obviously coming from the gym.

I took a quick peek at my phone.

“Bitch, it is 5:30!” Ha, classic.

Well, since I’m up mightaswell go check out who’s throwing concrete blocks around. For whatever reason, I knocked on the door, after waiting I felt incredibly stupid and just went in.

It was obvious that a gym was not the first thought for this room. The floor was concrete and the walls brick. There did seem to be some old-school gym mats folded up on the far wall to my left along with a yoga ball and a few other floor exercise items. Straight across from the door was a water cooler. Behind the door was the source of what I was hearing.

Story 6 – Truth or Dare at Christmas time. Approx 2014

It was Christmas time and me and Jack had some friends and family over for a gathering, it was nice to see everyone together! there were a few single guys, and a few single girls, and a few couples. Our parents were outside with their friends for the majority of their night speaking about boring adult stuff I imagine. Music was loud and we were all drinkingg wine. I was flirting with my guy friend all night sat on the sofa together having a cuddle etc, I was feeling game on for my for friend that night I can assure you of that. I hadnt seen him in ages and I didn’t realise how handsome he got! so were sat playing card games round a table and someone says their bored of this game lets play a new one, my guy friend suggested lets play spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to play truth or dare. This was during the end of the night so we were all feeling quite up for it, we went through a few rounds of the game where everyone was picking dare, I remember someone spilling over their glass of wine over my guy friend whilst attempting a drunkenn handstand. These were the types of dares at the start of the game until the bottle landed in my direction. I picked truth to change things up a bit. I was asked by another friend whats the furthest ive been with a guy in the bedroom, it took me a few seconds of hesitation before I replied that I had been peed on by a guy as he really wanted to try it, the room went silent for a few seconds before they all started laughing… no idea why as that wasnt even that bad! my guy friend next to me put his hand on my leg and said… nice! so then we went through a few rounds of everyone picking truth, i clearly set the trend and people wanted to speak more openly about things.

Across the Courtyard – Part 5 [Sex in Public | FM]

[*Link to Part 4*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hwrehw/across_the_courtyard_part_4_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)

*Note: Sorry for the delay in this! Hoping to get rolling with the rest of this series again!*

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The sound of my cell phone vibrating against the wood of my night stand rattled me awake from my sleep. If I had been dreaming about something it had escaped me. The sheets rustled as I twisted to see who was sending me a string of texts this early in the morning. They were from Alice.

“Movie night starts at 7 tonight”

“Bring some snacks.”

“Danielle will be there too, she is bringing dinner”

“Have you gone on your morning run yet?”

I rubbed my eyes and assembled a clear train of thought, this was a lot at once but I texted back.

“Haven’t run yet. Want to join me in the lobby in 15 minutes?”

The three dots appeared quickly.

“That works. See you soon.”

Microfiction in Three Acts

By the way you approach me, oozing confidence and sex appeal, I already know how this night will end. My lips purse into a smile that’s more than a polite greeting – it’s an invitation, a gateway to my body.

Walk me home, or should I just say, fall into my trap. I didn’t make a fresh bed before we went out for drinks because I thought you weren’t going to come back here and fuck my brains out.

Our night followed a beautiful arc – sweet, indulgent, satisfying. You caress my cheek and dot me with soft kisses after crying out my name with delight. Little do you know, next time I’m going to test the depth of your depravity.

Highborn [Kidnapping][Bondage][MF]

“Cecilia, don’t forget to come home right after class. Your mother needs your help with some shopping. Those ruffians were harassing her again.”

Mervus, my father, well my adoptive father, was being overly concerned again for my adoptive mother, Bella. The ruffians were some local gangster wannabes that terrorized older people. I found out they terrorized my mother when she went shopping, starting around my sixteenth birthday. With a bit of help from the soccer team, we successfully scared them off. Unfortunately, they couldn’t always be around, so my presence was usually enough to scare them off.

“Okay dad. I’ll come home as quick as I can. You working late tonight?” I asked.

“Yeah, they got me down for overtime again. I wish I could go with your mother, but we need the money.”

“I know dad,” I said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Hopefully, I can get a decent job after I graduate and help out.”

“Now enough of that, Cecilia. We love you and raised you to be a good girl. But when you graduate, I want you to go start a life of your. You’re getting to the age where you need to become your own woman.”

Riverside

*By the bank sit, under the shade I fed,*

*By the edge cry, to the flow your tear entrust, sadness to me confess*

*Come, hither come, closer come*

*Stumble as I trickle, follow onwards, nearer forwards*

*Hear my whispered breeze, twirling in your hair, flowing round your ears*

*Offer your figure, your smell of sorrow, your heartbreak glow*

*All aware I’ll watch, body liquefied, all agaze invisible, all away I’ll wash,*

*I’ll entice and reflect, appetize and deflect*

*I’ll call and I’ll curb, invite another step*

*To feel your soles on the stones of my bed*

*Running past your eyes, catching on to your legs*

*You’ll clap, I’ll play, you’ll splash, I’ll splay*

*Dripping dropplets, my lips, cold kissing skin*

*Up your thighs, down your neck*

*I’ll infiltrate the cloth to trace down the curves*

*Under your cheeks, between your breasts*

*Will you dare another step, dear? Will you indulge?*

*Surely you will, up to your knees*

*I’ll snake ensnare, swallow refresh, dampen rejuvenate*

*Look, relaxed envelopped, how you glisten, regrets eloped,*

*I’ll tickle and I’ll tingle if more you give*

My new necklace made my tits grow! [f] [lac] [expansion] [fm]

1.

I couldn’t believe it. I got an extra hour for lunch today. Yes, I know, it’s sad that I’m excited by such a mundane thing, but I feel like my usual lunch hour always flies by. I just feel like this job is taking away every bit of free time I have, and so when I get offered an extra hour – you fucking bet I’m stoked.

Its weird, I work in the CBD, but I never really get to go out and explore because I’m either in the office or on the train home. Today, I would use my spare hour to go look in a few shops. Anything to take my mind off the presentation I had to give to the board later on. I walked to the city mall, which was like a block away from my office and I decided to visit the arcade. Basically, the arcade has a bunch of fancy and really specific stores. You can find like, rare coin stores, expensive pen shops, lingerie – that kind of thing.

Lipstick (MF, light domination)

This color I wear for you. Not because it shapes my lips, although it does that. I don’t wear it to be noticed, men discreetly watch my mouth without me needing to draw it the color of ripe plums. They watch, hoping that if I part my mouth just so, it will become an invitation to enter. But it is a private party for one.

I wear it to remind you of what I will do to you in the quiet hours. When all the rest of our world sleeps. All the chaos and mistakes fade into oblivion. Where you can just be you and let your guard down for a moment. Melt into my skin, first your fingers. Then your soft lips. Mine parting with a soft gasp, encouraging. Dragging fingers across your shoulder, down your arms. Pulling you closer to my body. There is a comfort there, a knowing. That you are safe with me. You can be an animal or a gentleman, and I will still smile at you in the morning.

The Laura Effect [FF, Fdom, Humil] (Part 1 of 5)

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She sat arrogantly and her eyes conveyed an unspoken challenge. At eighteen years old she was my junior by fifteen years but, for her, it counted for nothing; I represented authority in name only.

She wore her blonde hair in a pony tail scraped back severely from a face that had a natural beauty which she seemed determined to disguise with crudely applied cheap cosmetics. It seemed perverse, therefore, that she was dressed in a manner that was guaranteed to draw attention.

When she walked in the room her skirt was so short that it threatened to reveal her underwear with every step she took and a blue lycra top strained to hold her ample breasts in check. I could have taken issue with her and cited the dress code but I did not want a confrontation before we had even started. She was my very first and I was determined to get it right.

I kept my expression impassive but my heart was beating fast and I looked down at my paperwork to hide my momentary anxiety. After a count of three I looked up again.

Karen

It’s 7:54. 6 minutes before the end of your shift, the first day off in 8 straight days. Dead tired from this 12-hour shift you’re mindlessly approving your employee’s timecards on your computer. Each click reminding you of each second passing until you can finally relax.

“Hey John,” your radio buzzes.

*Dammit.*

“Yes?”

“There’s… uh… someone here who is upset about our mask policy. Could you please talk to her?”

*Another one.*

“Sure, direct her to my office.”

You close out of the last timecard and stand up, taking a deep breath to deal with another argument you’ve had 1,000 times during these past 8 days. You open the office door and there she is, like always, with that menacing scowl and stupid bob. The same dumb bob that reminds you of a bully from middle school whose parents couldn’t figure out how to get him a proper haircut.

“Hello, Ma’am. I’m John, the manager of this Kohl’s. What seems to be the issue today?”

*Blah blah blah*

“I’m terribly sorry about your inconvenience, but we need to follow corporate policy,” you say calmly, as you’ve had to do over and over and over again for months.