Confessions of a college teacher, Story 1: A Tale of Two Clities [MFF]

You are a disgusting piece of shit, and we’re going to get along famously. But first you need to calm down, shut up and put it away – at least for a minute. Stop clicking between tabs because you’re too much of a lazy slob to read my story. Have some fucking respect.

Pay attention to me, because *that* makes me wet.

I once heard it said that everyone has a book in them, but in most cases that’s where it should stay. For me that’s certainly true, for the simple reason that the book I want to write is not exactly of the wholesome sort. I’ve been teaching college in California for fourteen years and, no, I’m not going to be more specific than that; if the journal I’ve been keeping all of these years got into the wrong hands, or my cover was blown by you, my career would be over.

On Friday my husband of eight years found my journal and, well, that’s not exactly what we’re here to talk about so I won’t bore you with the details. Except to say that if the self-appointed chief, commandant, liege lord wants to resign his position then you won’t hear me complaining.

I sucked off my roommate’s boyfriend [MF] [with Pic]

So, I live in a rather nice duplex with my roommate, Tiffany. We both know each other from school, and we jive really well together, even though we are completely different. I am a more free-spirited, sexually open woman while Tiffany is more traditional with her dating and entertaining. I am the type of woman that likes to roughed up while she is more calm and collected.
Tiffany was your typical, average girl with a smallish waist and tight curls. She was incredibly cute, and always made sure to coordinate her clothes. I have always been bigger and chubbier, so I was naturally jealous of her. Even still, our relationship as friends really blossomed while living together, as she had no issue with the way I brought men over.
I believe I have some sort of nymphomania? I am not entirely sure, but I have a very high sex drive to say the least. If I do not have sex at least four times a week, I become a ball of stress and hatred. Masturbation only does so much for me before I need a real cock in my tight pussy, which is why I pick up guys so much. I am not a fan of the whole boyfriend thing, as I like to branch out and “try the flavors”.
I was having a particularly bad week at work, and was very stressed from everything going on in my life. I also was having a small dry spell, as my usual fuck-buddies all seemed to be busy. Because of this, I was a drooling, panting sex-starved whore. I masturbated every night and it just was not enough to get me going. Work was unbearable and my pussy was happy to let me know it, as my juices soaked my pants day after day. I needed release, but could find absolutely none around me.
Eventually, my roommate ended up getting a pretty cute boyfriend herself. He was tall, broad shouldered and was also in the military. What a wonderful trifecta! However, I would never do anything to hurt her relationship, so I did nothing of course. That didn’t mean I couldn’t touch myself to the thought of it though, right? My week really took a dive when I saw him without a shirt on in our house. My lady-boner threatened to milk him of all of his cum right then and there.
But, I would never do that to my roommate and best friend. I kept my paws to myself and just kept those impure thoughts to my dreams and fantasies. Another week went by with no sex, and I was breaking at the seams at this point. I hadn’t tasted cum in a while and it was absolutely torture. My roommate also seemed to be on edge lately, and was especially short with me.
One night, I sat her down with a bottle of wine and made her open up to me. Why was she upset with me? After a few glasses of cheap wine, I found out her boyfriend wanted her to gain weight. He was apparently more into chubbier girls, and felt that Tiffany was a little too thin. I made sure to tell her that she shouldn’t change for anyone unless she herself wants to, but I had to admit, the idea of him possible seeing me as a sexual prospect made my pussy scream.
Another week went by with no sexual gratification. I was ready to pull my hair out. I bought four new dildos this week and none could get me off like a good, thick cock could. I woke up very early one morning to get a drink and could hear something in our living room. Tiffany’s boyfriend would sometimes stay over and sleep in the living room. Im not entirely sure why honestly, but I never cared to ask.
I almost said hi before it hit me what he was doing. He was on our couch, cock in hand, jacking off to what looked like a picture. He had been attempting to silence his own moans, but had failed miserably. His cock wasn’t exactly huge or very long, but I was absolutely desperate. I stayed in the shadow of the hallway and watched as he jerked himself off to this picture. Was it a nudie of my roommate? Did she seriously print him out a picture of herself topless or something?
As I watched him stroke his cock to the picture, I couldn’t help but slide my own hand down my PJ’s. I couldn’t touch him, but I could imagine it right? As soon as my index finger touched my clit, my pussy lit a fire under me. I was incredibly wet just from the sight of a cock, and my voice threatened to betray me right then and there. I imagined his cock in my mouth, my tongue running over the thick head. I loved sucking cock, and I hadn’t had one in over three weeks.
I decided to act, and tiptoed my way to Tiffany’s room. Sure enough, I could see a light under her door. I lightly knocked as best as I could and entered her small bedroom. Her bedside light was on and her face was lit up with her phone. She looked up and gave me a weird look, as I didn’t usually bother her this early in the morning. I sat down on her bed and told her what her boyfriend was doing. I didn’t feel like it was tattling, as I figure at the very least, he might get something from Tiffany.
She looked incredulous, started to smile, and looked at me. I guess I hadn’t noticed, but my body was slick with sweat and I was kind of out of breath. Had she figured out what I was doing? I was about to leave when she blurted out something completely unexpected.
“Why don’t you suck him off?” she asked, her smile turning twisted. I blinked a few times, my face stuck in perverted shock. Had she seriously asked this or was I hallucinating in my sex-starved state? I didn’t reply very quickly, but I could feel that cock in my mouth already.
“Are you sure?” I replied, not even asking if she was serious. Before I could even say anything else, Tiffany grabbed me by the arm and immediately stormed into the living room. I was terrified that she was mad until we got to the living room. Her boyfriend, obviously assuming he was clear to masturbate without anyone walking in on him, freaked out. He covered himself with the sheets Tiffany gave him when he slept over, and he started uttering excuse after excuse. His cock could still be seen through the sheet, and I could tell it was leaking some pre-cum already. Yum.
Tiffany quite literally pushed my to my knees at the base of the couch, right underneath her boyfriend. I had no problem kneeling in front of him though, as my cunt screamed at me to take his cock. Tiffany grabbed her boyfriends ear and I could hear her whispering. Not wanting to overhear, I looked over to the couch itself, where the picture was laying.
It was me! Our refrigerator was decked out in various pictures and he took it upon himself to take my candid photo of me in my bathing suit. I slid the picture silently into the cushion of the couch as they finished their quick meeting. I couldn’t have Tiffany find it, or else this would turn into a fight pretty quickly!
Her boyfriend turned to me and let the sheet drop. Finally! I grabbed his cock and my mouth

Come Again (M/F, spoken word)

In the link below I talk about relationships, the importance of self-care as well as read a piece I wrote about a woman who tells her bestest about her first orgasm she received through oral sex.

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The Cocque de Soleil (MF) Part 1

Prelude

It was a hot summer’s night in the small town of Rye – the kind that causes the yearning young mind to wander with lustful desires, lubricated by the humid air and gentle cricket-chirps. It was on this night every year, for as far back as he could remember, that The Cocque de Soleil would pitch its bulging tent on the village green.

From a young age Sean had dreamt of the sensual riches the tent held, watching jealously from outside the titillating violet canvas as adults young and old gathered to marvel at the erotic spectacles it enshrouded. Once, at the age of 13, he had tried to sneak into the Cocque, but his readily apparent pre-pubescence meant he was easily caught and removed from the premise; a grunt of “over eighteens only” the only explanation offered to him. The collective moans and groans of an enraptured crowd captivated the heart and mind of the young Sean – the beginning of an itch with but one means of scratching.

This year, eighteen years of age, Sean would finally behold the mysteries of The Cocque de Soleil.

Chapter 1 – The Auditorium

A Cumming Together – Chapter One [MF] [partial-BDSM]

6.00 AM

I can still taste her lipstick, smudged over my thumb sweet, acid, rancid taste floating inside the cab. It’s early by the looks of things, streets not busy, people shuffling and that tinge of twilight. On the way to the office got to stop by the apartment get redressed, this shirt covered in stains glittering with a battered shade of scarlet and brown. Sleeve torn, button MIA. The cab jerks to the corner, I move for the door gesturing a stuttered form of thank you, gracefully crossing the polyculturlistic gap of endearment. On to the curb, reaching back for the briefcase and with a quick tug I am outside and into the cold. I am waiting for the bourbon, lack of sleep, and those insolent lines of coke to fade. Where is the hollowness? I keep waiting … the elevator door opens and I begin to soar to the 14th floor in one of those lifts with the regional voices. I think she is Scottish, though maybe I am detecting a northern twang. It’s sexy with that authoritarian swagger, can’t say I like that, but, a few ideas trickle into my head of a plan to silence her.

Mother May I Part 4

Mother May I Part 4

Dear Diary,

Today my darling son and I celebrated our 6 month anniversary together. I cannot believe how long it has been since that first night, I have never had such passion and fire in a relationship. We spent the entire day at the spa together to celebrate, the staff looked at us like we were disgusting and we had a little fun during our massages to fuck with them. We laid side by side in the room and talked in graphic detail about our affair while the masseuses cringed and continued to massage us, we had a great time. My girl was young and petite, just my type, her hands felt smooth against my skin and I admit I got a little wet as she was touching me. The thought of Victor being just a foot away being rubbed and groped by another woman, it was arousing in a way I had never really thought a lot about.

A Night For Her

It’s one in the morning and you’ve only just gotten home from work because of another late night at the office.

You come through the door exhausted from your long day at the office as I call out to you “How are you feeling

Stephane?” You pour a glass of wine as you answer “I’m not sure if tired or ready to die is a better description.” I

let out a small laugh as I get up to move behind you and begin to lay kisses on the back of your neck. You tilt your

neck to the side and sigh in relief. “I missed you Charlie…as always.” you say as I respond “Trust me, I’ve missed

you, desired you, needed you just as much.”

I move my hands on to your waist as I kiss your neck harder. My hands grip your waist, pulling you closer as I

turn you around to lock lips with you. I start to slide my hand up your skirt to feel the wetness between your legs.

You let out a moan as my fingers slide back and forth between your pussy lips. My body moves on instinct to start

The Session (a photographer and his model take their work relationship a lil further) M/F

It’s Sunday. Jacob and I just wrapped up a nude photo-session in his studio. Afternoon sunlight streams through the giant window above the couch I’ve tossed my bra and t-shirt on. I’ve been an erotic photography model for several years. I do other work as well, but mostly I stick to nudity. It always makes for an interesting conversation upon meeting new people. They always want to know if I sleep with the photographers. The answer is no, I don’t shit where I eat.

I met Jacob through a friend who passed along my contact info when he mentioned he was looking for a model. I’ve never been nervous with a photographer before, but upon meeting Jacob I was instantly attracted to his wide, boyish grin, and his floppy mop of dark hair he was always pushing out of his sparkling green eyes.

I bend over to pick my jeans up off the floor where I had stepped out of them earlier. I slip them over my pale thighs fastening the button just above my pubic bone.

“What do you have going on today?” Jacob’s asks my profile.

Silent Partner Part 1 – MF/cheat, noncon, slow burn/long, impreg

Part One

I first met Ethan in autumn. The property on which his house was set, I remember well, was littered with oak trees and his front yard was positively ablaze with reds, yellows and oranges on that first day I drove my Toyota up his front drive. The spectrum of color was simply dazzling in its array. Cruel winters in the northeast are certainly compensated for by a spectacularly beautiful fall.

On that day, it was Ethan’s mother, Emily Morris, who met me at the front door. She had been anticipating my arrival and was keen to go out shopping – for Thanksgiving supplies, she had said – while I sat with her son. We had gotten to know each other a bit by phone; I had a precompiled list of questions about her son’s case history and she inquired about my skill set and qualifications.

“Good afternoon,” she said, displaying a kind smile and producing her small, pale hand in greeting. Her hair, which caught the light of the midday sun, was absolutely dyed and not its once natural red, but this didn’t betray her age, which I guessed to be about 70. There were other signs, like worry lines around the eyes and the tiredness that dwelled there that told me that, although she was unmistakably trim and fit for her age, she had been through quite an ordeal.

Real story of tryst with former coworker, sub/dom for first time, break 2 year dry spell [MF], [cheating],[kink]

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I am an Asian woman in my early thirties, who has had a longtime tryst with a former coworker. To paint a picture, I am a little over 5 feet tall, a little on the curvacious side, with 34DDs, and muscular ass and thighs due to being a childhood athlete. Almost every man who has seen me naked has commented on how incredible my tits are, especially in relation to the smallness of my frame. It is true, you can’t even buy boobs this nice, only nature bestows tits this nice LOL.

On to my partner for that day, we’ll call him John, he is a total silver-fox in my opinion, 50 year old man with a swarthy tone from many hours playing golf, a handsome face, devilish grin, and a young spirit. We have always had great chemistry, and have been sleeping together from about 4 years ago, started at the time we were coworkers.

Since then, I moved to another city, and have been swamped with other obligations, making it impossible to visit, or even sleep with anyone at all. 2 looong years.