My HS Math Teacher [FM] [Blackmail]

I few nights ago, I was at a college party and got way too drunk. Definitely way more than I should.

A couple of guys got a hold of my phone and thought it would be fun to play a little game. They searched through my gallery and found a risque picture, searched through my facebook friends list, and sent it to them. The picture was a recent one I had sent to my boyfriend, mostly just showing off a new one piece I had bought and thought he’d like. It wasnt until the following day, hungover and sick to my stomach, that I found out they had sent that picture to my old high school math teacher, Mr. Peterson.

Mr. Peterson was always creepy. Typical old guy vibes. Checked out the girls and would seat them all upfront for him to harass, myself included. I was one of the few that actually tried giving the guy a chance. He was an absolute genius. But the 3 classes I had with him could not end soon enough. He started hugging me every day after class now, keeping me behind on some false lecture he’d frame up on the spot. He even started touching me inappropriately during my last year, I guess he figured I wasn’t one to say anything because he kept getting more and more aggressive. I just viewed him as a lonely old man that needed friendship. Clearly I was wrong.

Egyptian Goddess Volume 1 (Gender swap, gender transformation, story, tf, m2f)

I have completed my short story [Egyptian Goddess](https://lesliecarterfetisherotica.com/free-stories/egyptian-goddess/)

Chris Brooks was hired to work as a college intern. His first job was to bring items from the archives for the Egyptian exhibit. Discovering a statue of Isis, his world changes to a more feminine view as Chris now becomes Christy and learns about her new body.

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Chris Brooks was hired to work as a college intern. His first job was to bring items from the archives for the Egyptian exhibit. Discovering a statue of Isis, his world changes to a more feminine view as Chris now becomes Christy and learns about her new body.

(Mf)(assplay) “New Neighbors”

“Once I had started making more money, and I was getting sick of going to the same clubs and bars every night. I decided that I needed a change. I said, hell with it and got a nicer, more expensive apartment.

    It was in its own little community. About a half hour from my previous place. There was a gym, a little restaurant, a swimming pool, etc. right on the grounds. It was more of a townhouse than an apartment. Fairly new, and I loved it. Plus, everything was, again, within walking distance. Just a different town.

     There was this nice restaurant/pub that I ate at the first night I moved in, and it seemed like the kind of place I wouldn’t mind hanging out at. I mean, as a single guy, I knew how to cook, but I’d rather mingle with the commoners during dinner. Lol. They had sports TVs and even had a few pool tables. Besides, there was this really cute blonde, she couldn’t of been older than 18, waiting on me that night. She was pretty hot, nice ass, but didn’t flaunt it. I actually thought to myself that I wouldn’t mind getting to know her, even though I was 26 at the time.

You Make Me Ache [MF, Maledom, Orgasm Denial]

Last night was amazing but clearly you want more. I don’t even know what time it is but I can barely open my eyes; I doubt I even got more than a few hours of sleep.

You’re not a kind person. You know if you touch my waist and move your hands around to my midriff that I can’t resist you. I try, though. “I’m sleepy,” I grumble. Probably the worst excuse I could give because you don’t acknowledge what I said. In fact, it only seems to spur you on even more. Maybe I didn’t really say it and only dreamt I did. In any case, I can feel my shorts being tugged halfway down my waist and the very least I can do is make things difficult for you.

I groan and roll onto my stomach eventually, however. You always get your way. I keep my eyes closed and move my hands up to hug the pillow I’m laying my cheek against. I’m ashamed that you doing this is turning me on so much; feeling your weight as you straddle the back of my thighs and get in position is enough to get me wet again. My sex is still swollen and throbbing from the rutting you gave me before we went to sleep but I can’t help that I want to feel you deep inside me again.

Summer of Love – The Day before (FF) (Bondage) – Riley Blackstone

I wrote up a short story of what Emily was doing the day before Summer of love starts. I just finished Summer of Love Volume 1 and it will be on Amazon soon for $.99 I hope you like my prequel teaser.

***The Day Before***

*Told by Emily*

Takes place the day before *The First Time*

I saw Amanda at the store today, she didn’t see me. She was wearing a black tank top and yoga pants. The black stood out amazingly on her alabaster skin. Her red hair cascading down her shoulders complemented both perfectly.

I followed her for 30 seconds before I realized what I was doing and ducked down another aisle. I know she’s got a crush on me and has for a long time. I wish she knew I felt the same way. I wish I could tell her how I lay in bed and fantasize about her. I want to tell her about the erotic dream I had last week. I woke up, sheets soaked, touching myself after that one. I had nearly worked myself into an orgasm while I slept!

Brother’s GF Extends His Stay

This weekend was supposed to be epic. Bars, clubs, booze. Lots and lots of booze. At least that’s what Hank had promised Buddy. He just had his 21st birthday and was first of his friends to be 21. Granted they’d all drank and had house parties and such but this time Buddy could go out and he wouldn’t have to worry about being caught with a fake ID.

Instead there he was eating a quiet dinner with his oldest brother Hank and his girlfriend, Lady. Hank’s head was buried in his iPad as they ate. Buddy just sat frustrated with the lack of action.

“So we going after dinner, Hank?” Buddy asked hopefully.

“I’m real sorry buddy. I know you were looking forward to this weekend and so was I but we just got slammed at work and the boss told me that if…”

Hank was cutoff by Buddy, “Yeah, yeah whatever. You know I could be doing a lot better shit back on campus than staying here.”

“Look. I said I’m sorry. I gotta go back to the office tonight. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

Benny’s Ghost [MF]

It started with a pinch on her ass.

Benny died two months ago. One moment he was in the kitchen grabbing a snack. The next he was dead. The doctors told Emily it was an aneurysm. There was nothing she could’ve done. Now, there was a void in her house and in her life. Her husband just dropped and that was it. After all the family and friends went back to their normal lives, Emily was left alone in the house they bought together.

Emily stepped out of her morning shower. She wrapped herself in a towel. Her blonde hair, still wet, hung on her head spilling down her shoulders. She stepped into their once shared closet. Purposefully not looking at his clothes hung on the other side, she started pulling pieces to wear for the day.

After she slid a pair of clean cotton panties on she felt it. Right at the edge of her pantyline a firm, familiar pinch on her ass. It was just like Benny would always do if he caught her in her underwear. Startled she jumped with a yelp. Looking wildly around the space she saw she was alone.

Loving him part 1. (A short story) : NSFW (light BSDM themed HET)

Why do men cut their hair?

His was perfect: copper colored and falling in waves over his vanilla cream shoulders.

His nipples were the color of rose buds, same as his mouth : and muscular back made the perfect canvas

for a Japanese mural.

Too much ink.

Right up to his perfect hands.

He smelled of exotic spices, like the closed doors in ancient medicine shops.

Like rain forest shamanism.

His Lilly white skin was almost always burned from the sun, cherry pink and hot to the touch.

Slick wet aloe would have helped him.

Slick, slippery wet aloe on all over the back of this ginger who

didn’t know enough to stay out of the sun.

He didn’t say much, he hardly ever spoke, long lashes lowered, steel gray eyes that flashed.

He had holes in his shoes: someone said he was homeless, maybe just in jail.

The important thing isn’t his sketchy past. What matters is that he’s fine now.

Only nosy people ask too many questions.

He likes a good bourbon and he says he loves great tits.

[mf] our first time swinging

Me and my wife Jill have been married for 27 years and she still looks as good as the day I met her. At 48 years old, 5’7”, 124lbs. silky blond hair with baby blue eye that a people can get lost in. She did have her boobs redone after she had kids years ago. During our play time in the bedroom we always fantasized about having sex with other people. Its great bedroom talk and always keeps both of us horny while playing. Although we talked about it a lot in the bedroom, she would never openly discuss it anywhere else. She said it was just hot role-playing bedroom talk and didn’t really think she was really ready for something like that. One night while I was teasing and rubbing on her clit, I started talking about finally setting up a threesome for us. As I placed one finger halfway in her pussy, she let out a soft little moan. I was lightly fingering her with one finger and talking to her about the idea of multiple hands all playing with her naked body at the same time. She was really starting to get into it. She was moaning louder now, and her pussy was dripping wet. I started fingering her deeper and faster and kept talking to her more and more about multiple hands touching her body. I knew she was getting close to cumming by this the way she started breathing deeper and humping up against my fingers. I asked her if she was really for something like this yet? Before she could answer I ran one hand up to play with her nipple as I began pumping two fingers deeper and harder into her pussy, this sent her over the edge. She arched her back up in the air and starting thrusting against my hand, moaning and yelling “OH YES, FUCK YES, I’M SO FUCKING READY FOR IT BABY” as she came harder with a big body thrusting squirting orgasm. It was fucking amazing to see! She doesn’t normally squirt, so I knew this must have been a special one for her. After we laid there for a minute or two, she turned to me, kissing me deeply, giggled a little and said WOW, that was pretty fucking hot! Just then Jill reached over and grabbed my rock-hard cock and said seems like you liked it too? All I could say was hell yea baby! As she stroked my cock gently, she asked me if I really wanted to see her all naked, in bed with other people? Hell, yes, I replied. With that she starting stroked my cock faster and rubbing my balls with her other hand, she asked me if I would like to see somebody else make her cum? I was like fuck yes! Her talking about it was sending me over the top, I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed her head and rammed my cock in her mouth just as I was cumming. She stroked and sucked my cock dry. Something she rarely does. We both where pretty worn out after our big orgasms so we both laid back in bed and went off to sleep. The next day it was business as usual. Both got up, showered, ate breakfast, and I ran off to work. I was busy most of the day with meeting and didn’t get a chance to call home, but I did get a chance to jokingly text my wife a message that was fun last night and that I made arrangements for a threesome. As the day went on, I never received a text back from her. Thinking that I might have over pressed the issue a little bit, I sent her another text just saying “LOL”. Still nothing from her. My way home from work I stopped and bought her some flowers to smooth things over. Just as I was turning on to our street, I received a reply text from her. It was just a sad face emoji. OMG, what does that mean I thought, as I pulled into the driveway. At dinner that night I mentioned my text message and her sad face emoji reply. Jill just smiled and laughed. I asked her if she thought I was serious setting something up? She just said well you asked me last night if I was ready or, not didn’t you? Well I think I’m ready to try something wild. So maybe I did kind of hope that you were serious. I almost choked on my wine! But she said it would have to be something you set up, not me, she said blushingly, she said if she knew any of the details ahead of time, she would probably get scared and back out. I smiled back and said ok honey. So, no details, If I plan something wild it will just have to be a surprise. She smiled and laughed. But I could tell by the look in her eyes she was turned on by the idea.
The next day I joined a couple swingers’ sites online. Spent the next week or so chatting with and meeting others in the area. Who know there were so many like-minded people in the area? Since she doesn’t want to know any details about it before hand, that kind of makes it hard to figure out what exactly she prefers? I’m afraid if I ask her now it will blow the deal. My plan was to get a single woman to join us. But after finding it nearly impossible to a single woman that was interested in a married couple, I began chatting with several other couple. The couple that I hit it out best with was Dave and Cindy. A white married couple with kids, just like us, she was a 37yr old, 5’5” 125lb. cutie from the south and he was a 38yr old, 6’3”, about 200lbs. I told them we were new to this and not never done anything like this before and that it needed to be a surprise meeting (not to tip my wife off) at a Dance club or something. They said no problem; we have been in the lifestyle for 7 years now and know exactly how to play this out for us. They said they often play with first timers and that they never go beyond anyone’s limits. They invited us to join them at a friend of theirs club on the other side of town next Saturday night. They said don’t worry it’s not a swinger’s bar, but some swingers go there and to try hook up with singles that hang out there on Saturday nights. It’s also located in the party lot of a hotel district in case we wanted to spend the night. They said they text me when they arrive and would look for us on the dance floor. Were at 10pm Cindy said she would accidentally bump into Jill while dancing and then start up a conversation with her and from there Cindy would start her quest to seduce Jill. Told them that sounded like a deal!