What’s My Job 6 [affair]

Two days later, Amy decided she wanted to go to her parents’ to visit.

“I don’t feel so great,” Bill said, “but you and the kids can still go. Enjoy yourselves.”

“You’re sure?” asked Amy. Bill nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” he said. “I’ll probably just sleep and if I need anything I can go get it.”

“Ok,” said Amy. It took an hour for her to get herself and the kids ready and then they left.

Bill waited a good thirty minutes before he left and drove to the address Olivia gave him. He rang the doorbell and was surprised to not hear a dog. Olivia answered the door in a black silk robe. She smiled and let him in.

“I thought you were dog sitting,” said Bill.

“Pet sitting,” said Olivia. She pulled him by his pants to the living room.

“What are you pet sitting?” asked Bill as he sat on the couch.

“Cats,” said Olivia. “They are these people’s pride and joy and they spoil them rotten, but I get paid and get cable, so.”

They Came for Me Again (M/F/F) Tickle torture, forced orgasms, spanking, oral play

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# They Came for Me Again

They came for me again. After the first time, I told myself I would be ready; I was wrong.

I was in the shower, rinsing the shampoo from my hair when the lights went dark. My first thought was the bulb had died. Quickly I finished rinsing off and reached out, fumbling in the dark for a towel.

A hand grabbed my wrist; the fingers were like iron. I tried to pull away, but it was too late. The sharp prick of a needle jabbing me in the arm was the last thing I felt before darkness took me.

I awoke, unable to move. As my head cleared, I realized I was on my knees; my body bent forward until my forehead rested on the ground. My head was still swimming from whatever was in the needle; I didn’t realize I was naked until the sharp sting of a slap on my bare ass cleared the mental fog.

Bea and me [mother in law][forbidden][older woman younger man]

My fiancee had gone out on a girl’s night leaving only Bea and myself at home. Her husband was at work and we sat watching television.

After a while she asked “I’m going to have a drink do you want one?”

I declined and reminded her that she wasn’t supposed to drink after the operation. “Your husband wouldn’t be happy to know you’re drinking.”

“I won’t say anything if you don’t. Besides, I have a few secrets he doesn’t know about.”

I immediately thought about the family friend Robert. I’d often wondered if there was something between them. He was single and once a week Bea would spend the day at his place doing his bookkeeping. She was always flirty but I always thought she stepped it up a gear when Robert was around.

She returned with the drinks and we continued watching television. Throughout the movie she would get up and pour herself more drinks. I only had the one because I had to go pick up my fiancee. Bea became flirtier and giggled about how drunk she was getting. The movie finished and it was getting later. Still no call from my fiancee. Bea could sense I was getting anxious. My fiancee was only petite and couldn’t handle her alcohol.

Yoga Practice [ff] [long] [mast] [oral] [squirting]

It’s Saturday morning and I roll over to see my alarm clock. 10:30am. At least I get a decent lie in at the weekend. I can feel that cloud of sleepiness lifting, and my attention shifts to the rising warmth deep inside me, and between my legs.

I’m always so horny in the mornings, usually I just grab the little bullet vibrator from my bedside table drawer and relieve myself with a few quick and dirty orgasms before I hop in the shower and get ready for work.

The blissful weekend though. Now I can take my time and enjoy myself. I trace my fingers up and down my body. Feeling my skin, and the way it gets softer in my more sensitive areas. I throw my bedsheets off, and sprawl out on the bed and pull my T-shirt over my head. I love this. I love the feeling of being exposed even if no one is watching. I love that free feeling, spread eagle on my bed, with only my panties still on. I arch my back for no reason other than it makes me feel sexy and run my hands down my sides and between my thighs. I love to experiment and do all the things I would never do if someone else was watching. I want to build myself up slowly. I can take my time and cum all day if I feel like it.

The Roommates, Part 9 [NSFW] [Light Bondage]

I went and saw a few apartments, texting Kelly the pros and cons of each while I was there. The last one was a small house, older but renovated to be very modern and new on the inside. I liked it, it was actually shaved a few minutes off of my commute and it had a pool. I couldn’t help but dream of more steamy pool encounters with Kelly. I told her about it while I was there, texting her that it was a winner and that I thought I’d take it.

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“Send me a pic of the pool pls,” she texted. I told the rental agent I wanted to see the pool one more time so I slipped out the sliding door, opened the metal gate around the pool and snapped a photo. I sent it to her and waited. “Oh yeah I can definitely suck your dick in that,” she responded with a winky-face emoji. I smiled to myself. I texted Kelly that I was going to stay and work out the lease details and then I’d be back to the apartment. I worked out a deal to move in at the end of the following week, which was actually sooner than I anticipated. On my way back to the apartment I stopped by Whole Foods and grabbed a bottle of champagne. As I was checking out, I heard someone calling ‘Matt’ very faintly behind me somewhere. It’s a common name so I didn’t turn around until I heard it a few times. It was Nicole. I hadn’t seen her in a few months since I broke up with her. We ended amicably, I told her the truth—I didn’t see a future for us because I didn’t think we loved each other.

The Text (Pt.1) (MF, sexting, cheating)

Jason had just gotten into the shower when his phone chimed.  Not once, but three times. I sighed, and laid my book to the side.  Probably his brother, or mom, especially this late in the evening.  I reached for the iphone and tapped in his passcode.  Three new messages.  I clicked on the first one and up popped a photo I instantly recognized as his coworker, Rachel.  In the photo she was all dolled up to go out, her long chestnut hair curled to perfection, makeup that must have taken at least an hour, and a low cut top showing most of her C-cup breasts.  The picture was followed by two more texts, ‘How do I look?’, and, ‘Wish we could go out sometime.’  

My pulse quickened and I glanced at the bathroom door.  The shower was still running.  I looked back at the phone in my hand and realized this wasn’t the first text from Rachel.  The scrolling bar on the right side of the screen was tiny, indicating a long message history.  I quickly scrolled to the beginning and began reading the messages.

The train ride [FM]

My [f]irst job out of grad school was in NYC but I still lived in NJ so I had to take the commuter train. I was in my 20s, considered hot, and was growing into my sexuality. I always seemed to have crushes on my older professors and would make sure I gave them a show when I could but never crossed the line.

After a few months of riding the train, I noticed a couple of older men (40s-50s) would look me up and down either on the platform or when I walked past them. If there was a seat open next to one, I would sit down. If there was an open window seat, I would grab it and sometimes one of them would take the seat next to me. I preferred to sit in the back of the car and liked the very last car because it meant people weren’t always walking by.

I tried not to fuck my college roommate’s daughter, I really did, but it was the end of the world…what else were we supposed to do? [MF, Apocalyptic, Taboo]

*Sounds like a horror flick, but reads like a fantasy… I wrote this last night JUST for Reddit*

**Inescapable**

***March 25th 2065***

*I have to say, it’s very nice to see Felix again. We’ve been in touch all through my travels, but while I was seeing the world and making little money—he was doing the opposite. Third in his UC Berkley class, Felix Galt is equal parts genius and business magnate. He’d made his first billion investing in a little-known tech conglomerate known at that time as Fox Life and Robotics just before the war. Within five years they had rebranded after acquiring a tech startup known for its AI programming, Jones Computing and Networking. He now owns four percent of a multi-trillion dollar company. To celebrate, he purchased an island home. No, that is not really indicative of his wealth. He purchased an island and then built a home on it.*

*Named Broadbury, the less-than-modest property is joined to the Canadian mainland by a bridge his company helped to create as a proof of concept. Microtubule carbons support the structure which spans—*

Helping Hands – Bro/Sis incest erotic short story

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Becoming a pornstar [FM]

I’m a mid 20s white female. I’m 5’10”, 130 pounds, 34 B/C cup with a 40 inch ass. I have long blonde hair and wear thick rimmed glasses.

I had been visiting my husband for the past few weeks and it was about time for me to head back home. I packed my bags and got ready for the airport. I had on a pair of black leggings and and a black tank top. I had on a matching black lace bra and thong underneath. I had on a pair of white sneakers. I got to my gate and luckily was bumped to first class. I sat down and a tall, well built black man sat next to me.

“Hi I’m Jax” he said holding out his hand.

“Hi Jax! Nice to meet you! I’m Elise”

We talked non stop until take off, about music and life and outdoor stuff. He was such a nice guy and I really enjoyed talking with him.

“So Jax, what do you do?” I ask.

“I’m involved in filmmaking and art” he said with a wide smile.