Sex and romance with a co worker 10 years older than me

He’s so gorgeous, more gorgeous than I can even say, I can’t even describe him, perfect long brown hair. It looks even better when it’s not in a hat. His brown eyes and his beautiful smile topped off with his perfect height and build. He attracts me so much, I wish I could stare all day without him noticing, or maybe I do want him to notice. I love when we lock eyes… I can’t stop thinking about it for days.

I’m 17, so although I hope he’s not a creep, I hope he likes young teenage girls. I’m 17… he’s 25 – realistically it will probably not work out but I like to believe it will.

He lives alone, he’s hurt inside after*******************, and my nurturing side wants to care for him and listen to his problems, I’ve been told how he coped by drinking and drinking and isolating, and I wish I could just be there with him, on his lap, led on top of him, in his company basically. I want to stare into his eyes and hug him alright.

[M]y [F]avorite Realtor part 4

Note: Just saw the new rule about ages. Can’t edit the title, but ages would be M33/F28/F30.

With Kayli’s partner Jennifer quickly walking to the door, Kayli grabbed my clothes and shoved me in the bathroom. As I turned to shut the door, I saw her throwing her dress on over the top of her head, trying to straighten it out as Jennifer reached the door. She gave a quick knock before opening the door.

“Hello? Kayli? You in here?” I heard Jennifer call out as I put my clothes on. “Oh, hey, Jennifer, what are you doing here?” Kayli responded.

“I was just driving pass from my showing, saw your car here and thought I would stop to see how things were going. Where’s your client at? Did he buy a new car? Cause he didn’t drive the one that is out there now last time I saw him.” Jennifer asked Kayli.

I was wondering how Kayli was going to talk her way out of being caught and wondering what I should do when I heard Kayli tell Jennifer that the first client had already left, and she was having a meeting with another potential client and I was currently in the bathroom. Perfect, I thought to myself. I’ll just pretend to be a new client. I went to walk out the door but paused when I heard Jennifer speak again.

A Summer of Change pt. 1 [25F/27F] [CNC] [Bond] [MC]

“Repeat,” The silky voice was all around her now. Choking off the her avenues of thought. Her mind struggled against the velvety black words. Her vision was gone, her movement was gone, her hearing was only those words. Her smell was…she wasn’t sure what it was, but it wasn’t hers anymore. The only thing she had left was her mind. She couldn’t give it up, could she?

*Chime*

The sound rang clearly into her brain, her mind slowly refocusing around the melodic chime. She was supposed to be fighting something, wasn’t she? It was soo hard to remember. She tried to blink away the darkness, but it was stuck to her. What was she thinking about?

“Now, be a good girl and REPEAT,” The voice was more insistent now, but still as silky smooth. It was silly to disobey it. She wanted to follow the voice’s words. She wanted to focus on them. The chime always made her focus.

“My mind belongs to Mistress,” She whispered out, barely audible. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was struggling. She was fighting against those silky words slowly choking out her mind, fighting to keep the last thing that was hers. But, the currently dominant part of her mind was eager to continue.

My new neighbor made me a BBC addict! (M/F) (BBC) (Cuckold)

My boyfriend Bobby and I have been living in our apartment together for over a year, and it’s been pretty good so far. He pays for rent and the bills, so I don’t have to keep a job, which honestly is a big reason we’re together, though it isn’t like I don’t like him. He was never really my type, he’s geeky, sheepish, and lacks any kind of confidence. But he was the best option for me, so I didn’t have to work a 9-5 or sell pics on OnlyFans for rent, it’s not a bad deal. I just wish that life wouldn’t be so boring in this place…

“Hey, my little cherry!” Bobby announced as he was coming through the door. He calls me this cringy nickname for my short red hair. To be honest, that alone has almost convinced me to dye it another color.

“Hey, honey,” I say in a plain tone.

“Did you see that we have a new neighbor moving in down the hall today?”

“No, l didn’t notice at all. Did you meet him or her yet?”

Spencer’s Girl

Today, I rode to the hotel where I’ll be staying at the next few nights. Before arriving to the hotel, I decided to stop at the mall, to kill some time. I walked around aimlessly an hour or so before getting bored of all the seemingly duplicate stores with different names and decided it was time to leave. On the way out, I came across the mall’s Spencers. This gave me the lip biting idea to buy an anal massager, since at home I’m too afraid to do such things in fear of what my girlfriend may think. As I walked in, I’m greeted by a woman, who looked to be in her early twenties. She had long dark black hair, nose piercings, was average height and spoke to me very politely and offered her services. Being as of what I was there for, I obviously replied with ‘Just browsing, but thank you so much!’ As I made my way to the back of the store, it had also occurred to me she was wearing a black dress with no bra and the dress offered all who passed by a peak at what were her very large breasts. When I got to the back, I picked out a toy, some lube and made my way to the counter to pay. The girl who had greeted me met me there and I could not believe how revealing her dress truly was when at arm length. ‘I think I’m ready to check out,’ I told her kindly. She said “Sounds good… This doesn’t come with batteries, would you like some?” ‘Sure, thank you.’ “Also, do you have toy cleaner at home?” ‘Yes.’ I said, though while during the exchange I was taking short glimpses at her chest whenever possible. She had me check out and she began putting my purchases in a bag, and as she did so the right side of her dress fell a little and she quickly pulled it back up making a face of slight embarrassment. It was in that moment my body took over and my heart began to beat and my cock began to grow and tremble, leaking a bit of precum. I couldn’t help myself, and I began to search for something flirty to say, complimenting her with ‘I like your dress.’ She smiled at me, clearly knowing it wasn’t exactly the dress I had ‘liked’. “Thank you,” she said and held my bag out to me, “Have a good day!” I said, ‘Thanks, you too,’ and reached out and took my bag, not forgetting to take one last look at her cleavage before leaving, making sure she saw me. As I left, my heart still was beating and my cock still twitched as I walked to my car, wishing I had asked her name and tried to maybe get her number. I got to my car, took out my newly purchased lube and stroked myself all over my steering wheel, not wanting to waste my bodies overly aroused state. Tonight, I will fuck my ass while I think of the Spencer’s Girl, moaning and shooting cum throughout the night.

Commute [M/F]

He took the number nine going north uptown, following the stop at Behringer. After that she didn’t know where he went. All she knew is that for five months now, every Tuesday and Thursday evening between the hours of 5:15 to a little past 6:45, he had become her obsession. She road the rail daily to and from work, often wondering what he did on those missed three days. Did he work part time? Possibly. Did he work at all? Maybe he didn’t, but his briefcase suggested otherwise.

His presence inferred authority — demure and reticent, signifying responsibility of some kind. He was always dressed well, rarely casual. She took note of the days he sported a polo in place of a button down, or on the even scarcer occasion, jeans and sneakers. He always took the aisle seat, three rows ahead of her on the left, and she always sat in the center row that stretched entirely across the back of the train car. She had a perfect view of him from there. Just his profile and the back of his head, but it was enough to satisfy her during that half hour ride.

[C] The Perverted Book [Rape] [Toys] [Stuck]

[Features: forced into poses, rape via toys, unable to move]

Destiny. 24, female, dreamt of being an investigative reporter. A bit short, a bit thick, and a bit hot-headed. Or at least that was how she thought of herself. She was 5’6, 150lb, and a few more choice words describing her personality would be used by her friends and family. She was actively investigating a case and had stumbled upon a lead, hoping it would be her big break.

That was until she mysteriously vanished 7 days ago, just like all the others.

This is her story.

“Fucking garbage ass shit.”

Destiny was livid. She had thought she was going to meet an informant today but they never showed up. Asshole.

Sigh

This case was going to be her big break. It all started 3 weeks ago. Women were disappearing. Just vanishing into thin air. Well, not literally, that would’ve made her solving it nearly impossible. She needed to pack her resume, really get some street cred to her name so she could get hired. So she had set about trying to solve it, to figure out what the police couldn’t. Bunch of idiots anyway. All that fancy equipment and gear and can’t do basic reconnaissance.

Pre Hotel Adventure (MF) toy play

Comments welcome. Enjoy.

Side quest begins

The text just gave her an address and here she was looking in. Taking a deep breath she walked inside. Hi, I’m here to pick something up.

The counter lady smiled and reached behind the counter. Here you go miss. She eyed the package suspiciously. The lady then referred her to the changing room towards the back. Charlotte slowly followed her and nervously closed the change room door behind her.

What was she supposed to do now? Charlotte quickly opened the bag,  Inside she found a note, change clothes, wear only what’s in the bag. She undressed and put the garment on, It was a one piece fire engine red dress . It was quite sexy on her, accenting her bubble but ass, barely covering her size F breast, dark enough to keep her legal but sheer enough to tantalize the eyes to guess on what was underneath. Shit, she thought, I definitely a hottie she thought, she looked inside the bag for a matching bra and panties and found none.

Just some sheer black thigh highs and a garter belt. And some boob fabric tape

Hypnosis and the Hounds: Final

Slut learns to be an Object

Graeme reached out a hard black hand and grabbed me by the hair and yanked me to my feet in front of him, head bowed to the side.

He slapped my face, then slapped my wobbling 48G breasts again and again, all the while his voice was hard, cold and on the edge of a loss of control I had never seen for the years I served him in the army as his 2IC.

“Dear frigid little Corporal Thomas, who wouldn’t look at any of the men, wouldn’t let any of them so much as compliment her round little ass and huge white titties is a slut. A FUCKING SLUT. All the years I dreamed of plowing your tight little red cunt, fucking those milk white jugs and painting that blue eyed face of yours with some hot black cum, and you tell me you are a slut when I CAN”T EVEN GET HARD ANY MORE?”

Shh…no one knows (TM&M, Gay, Cheating) Part 2

*Warning: This text contains a consensual encounter between a transman and a cis male partner, if that’s not your thing then move along*

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**All characters are 18+**

If you haven’t read part 1 of this story, it may help for background. Enjoy :)

…His pale shaft sprang free of its confines and glistened with water and precum at the tip. As titled my face upwards from my position on my knees to make eye contact with Bryan as I leaned in closer to the tip of his shaft. Slowly, I extended my tongue to taste just a dribble of his sauce and savored the flavor on my tongue.