Role Reversal (F)(M)(Age Gap) Part I

The hotel door closes behind us and the lock loudly clicks … All these months … Now, fantasy and reality collide and there’s no escape.

We meet in the hotel lobby as planned but barely say a word to one another. We’ve been talking for months hidden behind laptops and phones. But now we are finally face to face for the first time and words seem to escape us. I can feel your eyes looking me up and down as I’m getting us checked in. And I take every opportunity to return the favor when I know you’re not paying attention.

You’re even hotter in person. I feel nervous. I have butterflies. Like a school girl playing chicken for the first time. I already like you. We established that long before today. I know your kinks, your dirtiest secrets and the Fuck-It list of fantasies you still want to live out. So, I ask myself, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Breathe. Calm down. Get it together!”

Ellie’s Story Part II: While Your Lips Are Still Red. [M+F] [Romance] [Scenic]

Ellie was standing on the balcony, outside her bedroom, toying absently at the engagement ring on her finger. She looked out across the frozen landscape before her, the wooded valley was covered in snow, dashed amongst the white was the sharp green of ferns still reaching for the sun in the depths of winter. Lightly, her hands brushed the top of the snow sitting on the cold metal railing in front of her. She could see her breath escape her lips as she sighed. Snow lightly started to lay upon her cardigan as she entered her darkened bedroom.

She walked towards the fireplace and threw in an extra log as the flames inside crackled and hissed. She cast off her cardigan to reveal her pale naked form underneath, her body as full and luscious as she always had been since her youth. Gracefully she dove into her bed, sinking beneath the layers of blankets, she positioned herself into the comfiest position and laid there, thinking about the man she promised herself to, about his smell, his arms, the way his calloused hands were always so gentle with her, even in his most roughest embrace.

[F4M] Are we sure she works here?

[Quinn](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/616147998346444800/684776740303667207/image0.png) moved around the room, setting down bottles of water in front of the various executives. The woman was completely out of their usual league. Oh, she had the amazing curves, but her personality, her style…. They were so out of the norm that when she was suggested as a possible replacement for the secretary, people were a more than a little skeptical. She was not exactly professional. Even now, in her pencil skirt and white button-up blouse, there was an edge to her that would not be hidden. The skirt was made out of leather, the heels she wore had spikes coming off the heels. She had a leather choker wrapped around her pale neck and a silver ring glinted from the right side of her nose. The violet dye of her hair was pulled up into a bun. Add in the heavy black eye makeup that made her gray eyes seem otherworldly, and the way her button-up gaped far enough to see the several straps of her bondage-inspired bra crossing her chest. She looked like a rock star playing pretend secretary. Yeah, she so did not look the part… But at the same time, that made her all the more appealing.

Never did get to the pool [M/F] [Consent is sexy]

In hindsight, that email confirming I’d be rooming with Susan for the Christmas party was the best news I got all year. Of course, I didn’t think it was at the time; I was cursing my luck and wondering if I’d have to sleep on a lounger by the pool rather than share a room with her and whoever she’d inevitably bring back in the middle of the night. I spent three days trying to find an alternative, but nobody was dumb enough to swap with me. Thank God they didn’t.

Then, the day before we left for the hotel, an email from Simon. He was meant to be rooming with Dave, but with Dave’s wife giving birth a month early Simon now had a twin bedroom all to himself, and would I like to take the spare bed? I had to think about it; I’d wanted to taste his tongue in my mouth since I’d joined the company three years ago, but despite our regular flirting, he’d never given any indication that he might cheat on his girlfriend. Sharing a room with him and having to keep my hands to myself would be almost as bad as staying with Susan – but not quite. So I took him up on his offer and promised that the first round was on me as a thank you.

Zombies! [MF]

I had watched a lot of zombie movies over the years and the most surprising thing that I discovered once the zombie apocalypse did happen, was how many things those dumb movies got write. They are mindless creatures that think about only one thing – eating human flesh, and brains. But they are slow, in that they aren’t hard to run away from. But getting caught in a large enough pack could easily mean you death. But there is one thing they got wrong, very wrong.

In the movies and television shows, one easy way to walk amongst zombies is by covering oneself in their rotting flesh. When the group of survivors who were trying to escape with me talked about these, every single one said absolutely not. I was loudest among there.

That first night, we decided to sleep on it. The eleven other people I was with – four guys and seven women – had held up in a four story building that we felt was pretty clear of danger. After scouring the floors we found the building empty and easily enough to barricade. But it had no food, which meant sooner or later we would have to venture out for supplies.

[MMMF] [Kidnapping] [NC] [Humiliation][Toys] The Long Way Home

[MMMF] [Kidnapping] [huml] [NC] The Long Trip Home

“When will you be home?” you asked. “I’m stopping to pee at the rest stop then I’ll be there as quick as I can.” “Leave your panties behind. You won’t need them anymore tonight.” You warn me to be careful. I was on my way home to meet you after a week away at a seminar and wished my bladder could wait just a bit longer but I wanted to freshen up for you. It was late and I was exhausted after a long day and wanted nothing more than to shed my clothes, wash off this makeup, and crawl into bed with you for some much needed attention. I almost never wear makeup, especially not red lipstick, but I did today and felt pretty sexy in my black skirt and button up blouse, hoping you thought so too. I couldn’t wait for your reaction. I was daydreaming and didn’t notice that there were no vehicles in the lot. I had to use the flashlight on my phone to get to the building, where there was only one light working over the door.

Learning Closely College Seminar, Part One- Professor [f][m]

**PART ONE**

While trying to pick classes for the Fall semester of my senior year at University, I stumbled upon a seminar class called “Learning Closely”. The course description simply said, “The perfect class for students looking to explore the body in a mutually beneficial way.” Only four students were accepted a semester. I decided to fill out the online application. *Why not?* It was a long questionnaire. There were several questions asking the respondent to rate on a scale of 1 to 10 their comfort level with things like nudity and physical touch, 10 being open to anything. I put 10 for every question. Before submitting the application, I had to upload three photos with varying degrees of skin exposure. I clicked submit and put it out of my mind. In the middle of summer break, I received an acceptance email stating classes would be held on Mondays and Fridays. I was excited.

The Man in the Mask

*The room was white… and completely empty. I had no clue where I was, or how I even got there. What the hell is this, prison? Everything started feeling like it was spinning. I wanted to speak, but nothing came out. I heard sounds in the distance, but couldn’t quite make out what they were or where they were coming from.*

“Hey. We’re going to be late. Let’s go!”, I heard from behind me. I turned around and there he was… the man in the mask.

Who on earth is this guy? He was tall, with a very obvious muscular build. He wore a full, 3 piece suit, and he was looking dead at ME. I mean, at least I think he was?

I realized I was so stuck in my thoughts, that he was staring at me in complete silence, waiting for me to speak.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked.

My heart was in my throat at this point. I had no clue what was going on, or what I was in store for. Quite honestly that was all I could manage to get out in that moment.

[Draft] Prologue and Chapter 1 – A Wilderness Retreat

**Prologue: Arrival**

Our old Jeep Wrangler sputtered to a stop in front of the wooden gate. Charles sat silently for a moment as rain battered down on the old hardtop. I nervously fidgeted with my rings as we waited.

“Come on, isn’t someone supposed to be here to let us in?” he grumbled with obvious frustration. I started to speak, but he laid on the horn instead.

“Charlie, calm down. This is supposed to be a peaceful place. I don’t-“ he shot me a single, piercing look, one I had seen enough times to be quite familiar with, so I shut up.

“Look, Mary. I just want to get inside and get this fucking weekend over with. We can work out our problems on our own, we don’t need some hippie ass natural medicine therapy to-“ Charles’ voice cut off as the gates before us shuddered. “About time.” he huffed.

A petite figure in a heavy rain coat approached the driver’s side, hand up to block the headlights as the rain battered the hood. The figure reached Charles’ side and knocked on the window. He rolled it down, not too far but enough to converse.

Part 3: The princess fucks herself to sleep [ff] [oral]

They talked about the experience deep into the night. Helena trying to explain what it felt to have a mans tongue inside of her, Ophelia trying to explain what it felt like to squirt.

“I wish I could have feel a man lick me” Ophelia said, jealous of Helena.

Helena looked Ophelia up and down for a moment and said hesitantly:

“I could do it for you if you like. I don’t mind.”

“What?” Ophelia was shocked, the princess was her friend, not a lover.

“It’s okay, you can close your eyes and imagine I’m a man. I just want you to experience it” Helena assures her.

Ophelia thought about this for a few moments. The idea slowly took hold in her mind, her hips began to gyrate, she couldn’t resist after seeing how good it felt for Helena. She nodded to Helena and spread her legs slightly beneath the sheets.

Helena slid down the bed, positioning herself between Ophelia’s thighs. She kept the sheets over her head so that Ophelia could imagine whoever she wanted licking her. Helena licked her lips at the view. She had never seen a vagina so close up before, and Ophelia’s lips were slick with her juices. Helena inhaled Ophelia’s aroma for a moment, her heart pounding… She just had to do it like Adonis had to her.