You walk into the room and see me sitting in the front row. I don't know if you were aware how just seeing your confident smirk and long, thin fingers wrapped around the wooden pointer you use to emphasize your point can get my nipples hard, but today you will be, because I didn't wear a bra to class today. I can feel your eyes resting on my fairly impressive cleavage, shifting and slipping out of that translucent white button down I'm wearing, it's a couple sizes too small and my nipples are pressing against the fabric. I took the liberty of popping open the first three buttons too, and I know you noticed – I saw your Adam's Apple bob in surprise and lust before you got a hold of yourself – you have a class to teach after all. I know you think of me as tits on legs – all the boys do. I'd feel self-conscious, too, of how my tits are heaving and all the other kids in class, especially the boys, are looking; but you know that this is a show simply for you. Just in case there was any doubt, however, I wait until you've turned back after writing something long and complicated on the blackboard before I spread my legs under the desk, inviting you to take a look. I can see the bulge in your pants and it's making me wet, and the tiny little silky black thong I have on under this short little pleated skirt is hardly any protection at all.
Category: eroticliterature
A Little Push [FFM]
It's a normal evening on Reddit. I'm working on my posts and chatting with a few people when you send me a message saying:
Hey how's it going?
Great, how about you?
You take a while to respond and I'm pretty sure you fell asleep. Then you send me a pic — it's a cute girl. Brown Hair, expressive green eyes, slender build with a hint of cleavage peeking out of her long sleeve t-shirt.
Pretty! Is she yours?
You write back:
Yes, well kind of. Her name’s Sara. We've been on a couple of dates. We've made out once but it's been a little awkward. She told me she's a virgin too but she's really into me and acts like she wants to go further. She was rubbing my leg in the car on the way back home and of course I got a boner and she freaked out about it. I don't know what to do but I'm going crazy thinking about her red little mouth and how her tiny hands would look around my dick…
[MC] Fantasy of catching my usually-shy wife during her alone time.
I come home from work, mentally worn out but still full of energy. I need to get back into working out. I can’t decide whether I want to take a nap or watch some TV. You’re not in the living room, so I assume you’re either using the bathroom or taking a nap. I hope it’s the nap, so I can join you. I kick off my shoes and move towards the bedroom as I start unbuttoning my shirt. I see that there’s no light under the door, so you must be napping. Awesome!
I open the door slowly and quietly. The plan is to slip into bed and let myself warm up a bit before you notice me next to you. As I tiptoe into the room, I can barely make out the most beautiful noise of your gentle moans. My heart beats a little faster, knowing I have to be imagining this. I make it all the way in and see that you’re on the bed with the covers thrown carelessly to the side. You have nothing on except one of my white shirts. Your eyes are closed, and sure enough you’re moaning softly and breathing heavily. Your nipples are hard and press against the fabric as your chest rises and falls heavily. As I move quietly towards my side of the bed, I see you bite your lip and lift your hips up to meet your hand, finger sliding between your lips. Your hand pauses at your clit to apply pressure for just a moment without actually rubbing. I can tell you’re getting closer to release, but the brief pause in your moans and movement allow you to notice me there.
Jennie and Taylor, Part 2
Taylor and I had been seeing each other off and on for about a month. Taylor is a short girl, but very curvy. I’m small too, thin and kind of flat chested, but still a little taller than Taylor. I have pale skin and shoulder length dark hair, and people tell me I’m pretty in a girl next door kind of way. I don’t get any complaints, understand, but sometimes I envy Taylor’s sexy curves and the effect her gorgeous tits and ass have on men.
We had gone out to a move that night, and the movie was ok, but we were really more interested in touching each other. I’d spent most of the show with my hand on Taylor’s leg, and she’d had her head on my shoulder, occasionally nuzzling my neck or ear. We were excited to get back to my apartment and enjoy some more private time together, so Taylor was disappointed when we got home and my husband Rob was there.
“But I want you to myself,” Taylor complained.
“Sweetie, you won’t even know he’s here if I ask him to stay out of our way,” I explained to her. Rob is very submissive, and was waiting patiently to see what I’d do.
Instructions Ch. 1-3 [F][bd]
Chapter One
Stiffly she stretched out her arms allowing the chilly morning air to seep in to her cocoon of blankets. Her arms were sore, her neck tight, and there was a ball of pent-up stress building in her stomach. Last night she had kissed her owner goodbye and begun the two week stretch from hell.
All things considered two weeks wasn’t bad, she knew, but there was still a hollow feeling as she wiggled her toes and considered the prospects of waking up to be a bit daunting. Rolling over to check her phone she noticed a little Post-It taped to the screen.
“You’re mine whore. Don’t forget that. Follow every direction carefully or the whip comes out of hiding.”
She shuddered remembering the stinging tails of the whip opening up her back then smiled a the realization that there would be more notes for her to find. Breezing out of bed she noticed little notes scattered about the house but opted to avoid reading them and be tempted into distraction. With toast in hand and her coffee percolating she made her way into the bathroom to allow the shower to warm up against the protests of the ancient water heater.
Hollywood Secrets – Part 3: An Important Business Meeting [Mf] [Prostitution] [Celeb]
Hollywood Secrets Series
Part 1 – X
Part 2 – X
Part 3 – Here
Part 4 – Coming Soon
"Morning Jake!" Sally greeted me as I walked through the office door. I gave her a quick smile and nod as I walked past her reception desk for my office. Nathaniel was at his own desk, checking my schedule for the day.
He heard me come in and without looking up from his screen, issued me a warning. "Universal Studios."
"What?"
He looked at me and repeated. "Universal. In an hour." It clicked I'd booked an early appointment for the day.
"Damn. Do you have a copy of their folder? I think I left mine at home."
"No, I don't… We need to go get it."
I agreed and we both dashed out the door, heading for my car. I thought I'd let him know how it went with Mila.
"So, I had a SAP appointment yesterday…"
He perked up hearing that. "Oh, yeah? Who with?"
"Mila Kunis."
"Ah, nice, nice. How was it?"
Hollywood Secrets – Part 2: The Inititial Phonecall [MF] [Prostitution] [Celeb]
Hollywood Secrets Series
Part 1 – X
Part 2 – Here
Part 3 – Coming Soon
A week had passed since Emma Stone had gargled my cum, but I could still feel her soft lips on my shaft. It took me by surprise, if I'm honest. I thought she'd been sent over as part of the joke, and was surprised at how in-depth Nathaniel's prank had become, but as soon as she dropped to her knees I began to think it might be true after all.
I blame the shock of it all. That's why I only lasted five minutes. It's no reflection on me, but a reflection on how exciting it is to have a celebrity suck you off. She was gone pretty much instantly, back into that black sedan and into the night. Who drives those things, anyway? Other girls? Or SAP agents? I still have no idea…
Anyway, back to the story at hand, I'd decided I'd test this out. A small part of me thought it was all a joke and Emma Stone was just super into it. This would be the only way to tell.
Hollywood Secrets – Part 1: Introduction to the SAP [MF] [Prositution] [Celeb]
Hollywood Secrets Series
Part 1 – Here
Part 2 – X
Part 3 – Coming Soon
I have been the CEO of my company for six months now. A high-up company within Hollywood. I can't tell you the name, but I know you've heard of us. You can call me Jake.
In this story, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. A secret that only those within the industry know about. A secret that if it got out, could ruin the career of thousands of people.
I'm talking, of course, about the Starlet Assurance Program. The SAP is a hidden group that oversees the careers of all female celebrities, from actors to singers to models to presenters so on and so forth. They own all of the major agencies, and the majority of the smaller ones.
A girl cannot become famous (for her talents) without the help of the SAP. Of course, women can become famous through means besides talents, like activism, controversy or dumb luck, but if she wants a career that will be followed by the masses, she MUST sign with the SAP.
Friday night with Jennie
It’s almost midnight on Friday night. I was partway through a good book, and I’d decided to stay in and read. Jennie wanted to go out, but she seemed ok with going out with friends, so she went out while I stayed home. I didn’t expect to see her until morning; she wasn’t one to give out once she found a party.
So I was a little surprised when I heard the apartment door open. I came out from the bedroom and saw Jennie with Tom, one of her old boyfriends. I’d maybe seen him around once or twice, but hadn’t really ever met him. Tom was tall and muscular, much different from me. Really, I was never sure why Jennie was with me now.
Jennie and Tom were in the living room, both loud and clearly a more than a little tipsy. They looked like they had had their hands all over each other on the way here. They were both fully dressed, but Tom’s erection was clearly visible through his trousers. I didn’t know what I was expected to do; Jennie was wild, but she’d never brought another guy home.
Day 1 – The Rules & Bath Time for Pixie! [Mf] (Sub Training)
On my eighteenth birthday I entered writer Donovan Price’s world, agreeing to be his muse, his pet, as he writes his next great novel about a man who keeps a collared woman as a pet for one hundred days. No one ever gets this close to this reclusive writer but I did. And today, we finalize our agreement.
Day 1. Donovan returned to the kitchen table with a file folder full of paper.
“I wrote The Rules out for you,” he said, pushing a set of papers towards me. “I’ll post a set on the fridge. Just to make sure we have a clear understanding of what’s expected of you, you’re going to read them out loud.”
“Okay,” I said, before clearing my throat. “Pet is to remain indoors at all times and will be dressed in clothing chosen by Owner.”
“You are an indoor pet,” he said, “You can only go out if I open the door.”
“Pet must remain on all fours (crawl) while inside house.”
He reached into a bag for pair of padded volleyball kneepads and fingerless padded gloves and pushed towards me.
“You can wear these.”