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A pet diary – Pet in the Pod [bd][ds] Part 1

Hello, my name is Jessica. This is my first time writing in a diary, not by choice, not really, but I think I’ll actually come to cherish this time.

I guess, for starters, I should explain why I’m writing this. Long story short, because Master Nene said so. Today it marks one week since I decided to embark an adventure I would have never thought I’d dare to even contemplate. The story goes a little bit farther in time. I met Master Nene months ago, and for months we chatted. We discussed all kind of things. I was at a point on my live where nothing interested me anymore; nothing managed to keep me engaged. Although I never visited a doctor I’m pretty sure I was (am?) suffering of depression and/or some sort of ADHD.

I overate, under-exercised, spent hours mindlessly browsing Internet.. I had no real friends IRL and no real drive to find any. My job was a necessity I had to endure to survive, just so I could make enough money to continue existing, because I wouldn’t call it living. Read more »

The Hot Nurse [Hand Job] [Cowgirl] [Trans] [M30/F33]

After a terrible car accident a few years ago – I was around 30 years old back then – I had to stay in the hospital for about a month. Due the fact that I fractured my arms and my legs I was strapped to the bed. Barely able to move. And for sure not able to jerk off.

The first few days I was asleep: Pain and the medication against it did that to me. After the first few days I was awake for at least twelve hours each day. Twelve boring, long ass hours, because I wasn’t able to move. Luckily I had a TV in my room. Yes, my room, I had one for myself. And my parents, my friends came to visit me every day. To help me pass time. To be there for me.

But the highlight of my day was when she showed up. My hot around 33 year old nurse. She was nothing but good looking. With some next to perfect curves. Her job was to clean me, to wash me and to make sure that I made my business. Read more »

Elevator Lust [29M/27F] (First time writing)

Someone told me to write them a short story in the third person about an encounter between two strangers. This is the first time I’ve ever done this.

I know more could be added and revised. This was on short notice and took me over an hour to write. I’m not even sure if this belongs here but she said I should share it and that it was surprisingly good.

“Elevator”

11pm. She patiently waited as the doors belonging to the Graham Gates hotel elevator finally opened revealing a box of mirrors laden with golden floors. The bell echoed through the empty lobby as she walked in preparing to head to her room after an uneventful night. Her reflection in the daunting mirrors showed sad eyes and a dress meant to only be worn for one special night. The recent rendezvous that brought about her stolen smile was one of the many fruitless attempts to satiate her soul’s pining. The solid steel doors begin to close only to be interrupted gently by another guest, a man. A kind smile followed by a confident nod is given from him as she quickly straightens her posture, attempting to mask her somberness. Three relaxed steps forward and the doors are finally allowed to close. Read more »

The Mad Creator 2 [MF] [Choking] [Anal] [Facefucking]

“Maaaaaal~” this would be the second time she’d been woken up by Elliott’s voice. He was still holding her in his arms. “Wake up, love.”

“Oh, jeez… it really wasn’t a dream…” Mal lamented. Or…was it really lamenting or just being grateful?

“Nope.” Elliott shuffled himself into the edge of the bed, stretching his arms overhead. Mal could see the muscles he had toned – the perfect silhouette she had written him to have. What caught her eye was a tattoo on his left shoulder she didn’t recall writing him with.

“You’re inked?” She asked, sitting up and moving closer to him. He turned slightly to reveal it to her. She stifled a gasp. An infinity sign weaving through the outline of a diamond, the left and right vertices in the center of the loops. “The Mad Creator…”

“A symbol you created to represent yourself, when you realized I had arrived. Infinite madness and creativity. That is what it stands for. It’s the glyph of your mind. You wanted to create something that could capture the elegance and the insanity of your perversion.” Elliott said. Read more »

Clouds and two pouring souls [MF]

it’s a monsoon afternoon, it’s pouring outside. The sound of rain invokes the desire of being touched inside you. your body is trembling with the fire inside of you and you can feel things rising between your legs and it feels as if there would be someone in the same room as you, you’d let your desire come out and put that manhood to some good use and pour your all the filth out just like rainy droplets is boning mother earth. But your manager is pinging you over chat, for unfinished work. you see her avi, you think she must be burning with the same desire considering it is monsoon, you imagine her sex face, your subconscious makes you hear how she’d moan like with mixing her voices that you hear on a daily basis on a countless meeting with the pornstar you’re currently obsessed with. The thought of devouring her flower while you were with her on a work trip crosses your brain, you play with that thought for a while and the uncontrollable urge of filling her love holes makes your heart pounding, you can hear the voices of thuds with each heartbeat, a drop of sweat is crawling down from your temple to your ears. everything becomes mellow that does not have a shade of lust. your hands reach your handsome hood, you try to tame it but the desire is so tempting you ends up caressing him. you suddenly hear the voice of a door. Read more »

Domming Myself (F)

Sometimes I like to dominate myself.

It starts with a stirring between my legs. A throbbing that slowly spreads to my chest and into my mind. Thoughts enter my head. Wicked and naughty. Who better to tell me what to do than myself?

I know exactly how I want it. Hard. Deep. Fast. Slow. I can decide.

It goes something like this.

“You know you want it, you dirty little bitch.” My voice taunts and teases in my head. Let’s take a look at that delicious body of yours.

I rip off my clothes. I am completely naked and place myself in front of the mirror.

I look sexy as fuck. My skin glows. My nipples are hard. My breasts are as pert as ever. I run my hands over my nipples, before sliding them over my hips and in between my thighs, gently spreading my legs.

I am instantly wet.

“Rub your juices all over. Get those lips nice and wet and smother your clit slowly.” I slide my fingers over my dripping pussy and rub it into my lips effortlessly. I love watching the colours of my lips change and shift as I rub gently. Pink and brown, glistening in the light. I glide my fingers onto my clit and moan approvingly. Read more »

Lush [M/F] [public sex]

We’re sitting at the bar waiting to be sat for dinner. You grab my phone and open the Lovense app and hand the phone to me. With an inquisitive look I open the live link in the app and turn the clit vibrator to a low rumble. I see you twitch. Obviously you had plans tonight, you’ve worn your vibrator to dinner and now I’m basically rubbing your clit in front of all these people at the restaurant. You raise an eye brow at me and grab my hand.

I move the throttle for the vibrator inside you to low rumble, you squeeze my hand in response. Knowing you, you are probably already soaking wet now. This makes my cock stir in my pants. The host comes to take us to our table. This gives me the chance to check out your amazing body. You have a skirt and heels on, your legs look amazing, I can’t wait have them wrapped around my waist. As we walk to the table your ass is swaying so perfectly I saw the heads of several men follow your shape across the room. Fuck you’re sexy!! Read more »

Will (M) and Chloe (F) [FDOM] [Non-con]

This is my first story ever. I’ve never written anything before. I wrote this in a google doc and tried to copy/paste the whole thing here. It was better organized, such as Will’s thoughts being italicized, but when I pasted it here it was just one big wall of text and I had to go through and separate everything and couldn’t be bothered to italicize those bits again. Sorry.

Thanks for reading.

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Will was almost late. It was nearly 7pm and they had decided to meet half an hour before their 7:30 movie so they could go for a walk at the park and introduce themselves properly. He’d lost track of time between grooming himself in the shower (he’d been more optimistic at the time) and trying to find a pair of jeans that fit better than the ones he was currently wearing. Though he hadn’t been overweight, he’d wanted to tone up and the last several months of daily gym sessions had trimmed his waistline to the point of him having to constantly pull his pants up, he’d put off buying pants that fit better and now he regretted it. Read more »

my teacher is blackmailing me pt 2 (m18&m35)

I wear my dad’s old trench coat, not wanting to be exposed out in the public as the sissy crossdresser that I am. My heart pounds as I stand outside your average-built size house. A teacher’s salary money at sufficient work. My knees are weak in the white knee-high stockings not knowing what was in store for me. I knock on your door waiting to be greeted by Mr. Steen. The loud sounds of ha roar go across town as the high school team faces over rivals. The extra fireworks exploding did not help my stomach obtain calmness.

“Ohh hey there, just in time very good, why don’t you come on in,” Mr. Steen says wearing a t-shirt supporting a local business. He let you step inside, already looking me over almost stripping me with his eyes. My teacher’s older body is still in great shape for someone his age.

I step in with a rush of surprise by this entire situation, Mr. Steen’s eyes making me feel ten times as apprehensive when I tramp into Mr. Steen’s house. “My mom knows I’m here,” I say trying to create an out. The little skirt flows nicely around my little round booty. My little cock and booty are covered in my sister’s stolen white lacy g string as I sit on his couch. Read more »