Don’t Do Anything. Watch Me Touch. [MF]

**Solo Mission**

Hayato looked up when Max Wells suddenly spouted an inventive string of impressive curses, punctuated by the clicking clack of her fingers on the keyboard. She typed in a flurry of commands, staring at her computer screen with a fury that would terrify most people.

But not him. The first time he’d seen her, Max’s face had been set in those determined, aggressive lines, and he’d fallen for her. Hard. And never looked back.

So he just smiled and sat back on their new leather couch, only half-heartedly skimming the business law contract in his hands. They’d finally unpacked everything in their new condo that, while still strange—neither of them historically sharing their space well with others—was starting to feel like home.

“Really, Richards?” he heard Max say snarkily at her screen before she reached back to tighten the hold she had her wild, fiery, red hair in. She stretched her fingers then began to type heatedly. “You’re going to bed now? We’re so close to finding the treasure.”

The lawyer turned and looked at the clock on their wall.

1:30am.

Wake Up Call- First short, critique would be great!

I woke up in a daze. Sunlight peeked through the blinds of the bedroom window, dancing in the air before it reached my cheek. I grimaced, and turned over, pulling the blanket over my head.

“It’s going to be a long day.” I sighed.

I shifted a little in my sheets against the warm body that slept next to me. The man next to me rolled onto his back and continued to snore lightly. You came home a little late last night, not even bothering to change from your work clothes. My shifting and the alarm hadn’t even affected you. You must have been exhausted, I thought.

It had been a while since we’d kissed, and it was getting on my nerves.

We were both so busy with work, school, new home projects, and family visits, that we barely had time for the simple pleasures of our relationship.
So, naturally, seeing you lying there, with your face so close to mine, I could hardly resist waking you up with a morning kiss.

[Help!] Two of my favorites went missing, taken off the EMCSA.

Two of my many bookmarked stories are now dead links…

“Static Sock” and its sequel “Cat Call” are now dead links. I don’t remember which author they’re by.

http://www.mcstories.com/StaticSock/index.html

http://www.mcstories.com/CatCall/index.html

Summary: these are both FxF stories. One character gives the other characters socks, but the socks are programmed to give her a light sock/stocking legwear fetish. The character who receives the socks then dries them by themselves for like 12 hours, trying to see if her socks will disappear while she watches (“where did all my socks go?”) This causes the socks to malfunction and the fetish she gets is jacked wayyyyy up, and it’s permanent. She meets a random coworker on the bus who she gives a footrub, which causes her to orgasm. She ends up getting tied up by socks, and fucked with a vibrator in a sock shoved up her pussy (by the girl who gave her the socks, her rich girlfriend).

Cat Call is about how her rich girlfriend uses her Sock fetish to control her, and even give her new fetishes, turning her into a cat girl.

Please help me find these stories again!

Tomasin Spitfire: Cyberpunk Gonzo

It’s riot season. Somewhere downtown a chopper opens fire. There’s a ripple of rubber rounds and the fat-mouthed thunk of gas bouncers. I was hit by one of those fuckers once, dislocated my shoulder. Hurt like hell. Bruised up like a rotten fruit. Once the defamation suit against me clears I plan to sue the corporation. From up where I am the chopper’s muzzle flare is distorted by the heat from the engines, sparks of light crackling above the dark and orange of the streets. I think of Halloween. It’s always Halloween here and you’d better watch out for ghouls.

I’m trying to see the place where I’m heading to, the place where I think I can get a lead on the Bitches. Yes, that’s fucking right, the Bitches. I got a tip from a cop I know. He said there’s this place called the Cunt and Razor where I might be able to find the intel I want. I took the cop’s cock out of my mouth long enough to tell him he could fuck right off, but he insisted it was legit. He even gave me a natty passcard to get in. Who was I to disagree with the strong – ahem – of the law.

[MFF] [Oral] [Blowjob] [Not your usual BDSM] All the power

“He is here!,” someone shouted.

The entire Nordish royal family, along with a stream of several dozen local nobles and officials, streamed out to the castle gate. Tetenia, the princess, walked briskly alongside her father, the king, and her mother and brother. Her friend Katda, daughter of a high-ranking local lord, was close behind, as were the rest of them.

Someone opened the gate and His Supremacy entered. He was wearing a simple, albeit luxuriant, red robe, and was flanked by two of the ten Queen Priestesses, as well as probably around twenty concubines, with officials and military officers and other members of his entourage behind him. There were a lot of them.

Tetenia, the King, and the rest of the Nordish royal family assembled nobles and others, bowed down before him. His entire entourage – Queen Priestesses, concubines, officials, and whoever else there was – bowed down behind him. He stood, surveying the courtyard for a minute or two.

He was handsome, Tetenia thought – lean and muscular, though not too muscular, and fairly young. She noticed a slight bulge in His robe. And He certainly knew how to make an entrance.

[BDSM] [Teasing] [Orgasm Denial] Inhale

“Inhale”

“Remember, you’re not allowed to cum”

You look at me as though I had forgotten something.

Earlier you told me you had never cum.

You said you could feel the tension building. You could get incredibly wet. But you could never get there.

You would just get frustrated, and your fingers would start to cramp, and it would be gone.

It was the same with the boys you had been with before. If you were lucky, they’d try for a while. But sometimes you wished they wouldn’t. Their egos would get so wrapped up in trying to make you cum, and you’d start worrying about them.

Or your poor ex-boyfriend. One day after he had been trying for hours you just sort of.. faked it. He was so proud. And not wanting to tell him, you kept faking it until you two broke up.

But that was in the past. Right now you’re on your knees in between my legs, as I sit on the couch. There’s a black bag on the couch next to us. You’re in just a bra and panties, and I’m teasing you as we talk.

[M4F] Strangers in a bar

A crowded bar. Lots of people moving about. Sliding past each other. I’m watching you from the other end of the bar. You seem to be alone. Sipping a drink. That end of the bar is kinda dark and the room narrows abit there. It’s crowded enough that if anyone needs to get past you they have to touch you. Brush past you. But you smile every time they do. Like you’re enjoying being touched by strangers. Not even seeing their faces. I make a big loop of the room so I can move across behind you. You’re wearing a light dress. The pale skin of your legs contrasting with the dark light of the bar. I push past you. My body sliding against yours. The touch is electrifying. I feel you push back a little. You are. You’re enjoying this. I stand in the crowd away from you. Breathing heavily. Wondering how many times I can walk past. How much I can stand. The bar is dark and crowded. How much can I get away with before anyone sees? I walk past again. This time placing a hand on your hip. Letting it slide across your ass as I move past. I feel that slight push back again. But you still don’t turn to see who it is. I give it a few minutes. Watch you from afar. But I want you too much. I move through the crowd again. Pushing myself against you. Lifting your dress slightly. I lean forward. My hot breath on your neck. “I’m gonna fuck you right here. Get another drink and don’t move.” I tell you. You nod slightly in agreement. My hand snaking up between your legs. No panties and so wet there. And then I’m gone. Watching you again as people push past. You don’t look. Just wonder each time if it is me. If this is the time I will fuck you. I watch you a long time. Waiting until you almost think I have left. It’s not going to happen. And then you feel my hands on you. My body pressed against yours. Pulling your dress up. Fumbling with my fly. Releasing my hard cock. Pushing it into you. You let out a moan. I look around. No one seens to be paying any attention. I’m so turned on and you feel so good. It doesn’t take long. My cock jumping inside you as jets of warm cum fill your wet pussy. I hold you close until I’m done then pull away. Zipping up and straightening your dress. I elbow some one out of the way to stand beside you. I take your drink from your hand and finish it for you. Take your hand and lead you away.

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(ff) Well that was unexpected (Her first lesbian experience) (Very long and detailed)

It had all started so innocent. I’d never really looked at her too much at first, other than simply admiring her from afar. Of course she was incredibly attractive; blonde hair, blue eyes, amazing body, all the usual things you usually notice about a girl. But I was 8 years her senior, she was at the tender age of 18 and to top it all off, I was her new boss. I’d entered in to the job at the bar as a senior manager and it took me a while to gain the trust of my new staff. I’m sure they all talked about me behind my back, all being young, ‘typically straight’ girls whose previous boss of the same description had been sacked and replaced by the older, stricter lesbian.

I was much different. I did my paperwork, insisted on proper training, didn’t stand for what had become the norm of standing around and gossiping about what they’d been up to last night or their latest interest in boys. I guess they saw me as a kill joy and quite strict. I didn’t care. They were young and not used to what I classed as ‘real work’. To put it bluntly, I made it clear that I wouldn’t stand for their bullshit and if they didn’t buck their ideas up, they wouldn’t have a job to come to any more.

It had to be an accident [m/f][at work]

I hung up the phone frustrated. It was the second call-out of the night. Brad didn’t even sound sick, and he had called in sick twice in the last week. I think he just wanted to go down to the lake with his friends. But whatever, if he wanted to be unreliable, that was on him. I was a manager at the fast food joint, Brad and I were supposed to close the place, which meant staying until 12:30. Trin was off at 10 and Jess (another manager) was off at 8.

I put the phone down and left the office wondering what I could do about this. I walked up front to where our schedule was posted on a clipboard on the wall and took it off its hook and examined it. There was nobody I could call in to take his place. We were short staffed as it is. I was going to have to do everything myself. I sighed, I was going to be here until well past one in the morning finishing everything on my own…