At the end of the year parties at school, everybody gets their pick: either an attic in the woods, a dorm at school, or some sketchy basement. I was happy to choose the sketchy basement of my pal John and his girlfriend Lisa. They had a nice house down the hill from campus. It was June—college for us lets out late—and it was about 95 degrees. The party was obviously going to be crazy. What I did first was drink five beers by myself in my dorm. I walked down to their house by myself singing something loudly. I wore my black tank top and kahki jeans. I flexed my arms as I walked and saw that, thankfully, two weeks of not going to the gym had not really decreased my muscles. I was walking alone and singing and not caring about the occasional person giving me a funny look because I did not want to feel lonely. I was, after all, alone. Renee had decided to go to her friend’s film screening. I think she was mad at me. When I got to the house I said hi to everybody fairly quickly and was immediately offered a pot brownie. I took it. The last time I’d eaten a pot brownie I’d hated it; I was sick and vomited. I was in a mood to take my chances again. I talked with John for a while about our Semiotics class and how glad we were to be done with it. I don’t think I came across as too wrecked, although maybe that was just me. I spotted a few girls dancing awkwardly in a group to Miley Cyrus. They cackled when one of them tripped. They were also munching on pot brownies. I wearily made my way towards them. I leaned against the wall, throwing the rest of my brownie in the trashcan. I chose to just stare at the girl who had tripped. He hair was died a messy orange—you could still see her original brown hair color encroaching on her head—and she didn’t say much. She had on a denim jacket and wore black fishnet stockings with a preppy gray skirt. Weird, weird fashion sense. She noticed me staring at her and smiled and looked away. I kept staring, occasionally yelling something back at John. She looked over at me again, a little cock-eyed, but still, she smiled again. When she noticed me still staring at her for a third time, she whispered something to her friend and walked to me. “Hi, Amelia.” She said it like it was a diagnosis. She didn't hold out her hand. I shook it anyway. “Like Amelia Bedelia?” “What?” “Didn’t you read when you were a child?” “Um…yeah, but…” “You sure? You’re not illiterate? Maybe kind of a low IQ?” “What?” “I mean, I saw you almost fall on your ass back there. There’s only two possibilities. You’re high out off your gourd, or you need to pay a visit to the dum-dum store.” I tapped her on the forehead. “Pick one.” She just looked at me, uncomfortable. “I’m only joshing you,” I said, giving my best sensitive smart guy laugh. “Come on. Let’s dance.” “I am really smart,” she said. “But I’m not a great dancer. And I’m sure you’re complete shit.” “We’ll see,” I said.
Category: eroticliterature
Curiosity made Daphne a new pussy, and Betty a new baby. [Part 9 of 9] [trans]
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You're ready.
You want Master to release inside you. You want to cum on his cock; to feel those sensations you didn't have before. Before you took the drug. You feel grateful, for those sensations of lust inside of you. You want to feel Master's cock spurting into you, impregnating you with his seed.
You move forward, to kiss Master on the mouth. You're full of passion, and Master, very surprisingly, caves in. Soon, you embrace him, passionately caressing his back; your tits grazed against his toned chest, as he moved his hands down toward your ass, your wet little slit.
"Betty," he says, pulling away from you. His breath is warm, gentle. "I love you, Betty. Bear my child for me."
You gently pushed Master onto the bed; you caress Master's warm, toned abs. His invitation for you to bear his child made you feel even more aroused.
Changes of mind and body. [Part 8 of ???] [trans] [BD]
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previously:
Esther and Samantha, wanting Wendy's special privileges, got themselves into a nasty surprise, when they find a butler in the room with Wendy…
"You will become a girl, like us."
The butler shuddered when he took the pill. His vision doubled for a while, then it cleared and refocused. It was as though something powerful was taking hold of him. Something… feminine.
"What's your name?" Wendy asks. Her hand cupped his chin, and she turned him to look into her. With her other hand, she grabbed Esther's blonde head, still bobbing up and down her strap-on. Esther was relentless; she hated Wendy, but she knew pleasing her would make Master happy.
"My name is… my name… is… Daniel…" the butler replies, a little woozy from the drug.
"You're Daphne now. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Don't pretend you don't like it. It's what you wanted anyway. Master told me all about you."
M4F Second attempt after critique. Let me know
Your heart rate runs a little faster than usual as you sit on the bed waiting quietly, mind racing to places you want to ignore as you try to keep a level head. The sound of the door swinging open makes you jump a little as i back through it carrying our drinks, the only sound around is the gentle clinking of the ice in the glasses. Pleasantries exchange as I hand you the cool glass and sit beside you, watching your lips moisten as they meet with the glass, leaning closer without even thinking about it and having to snap back to reality before you realise. I take a sip to try and cool my thoughts down, next to a woman like yourself though I may as well have been tackling a wildfire with an ice cube. Awkwardness passes as I feign normality, setting up a standard horror movie as we start to get comfortable. I barely know whats happening in the movie, too aware that you're here next to me, wanting too much, needing to kiss bite and lick. The sound of eerie musics grows louder until you jump with fear puling my mind from the gutter back to the bedroom, your arm clinging onto mine, i seize the opportunity and pull you in close, sitting you between my legs and wrapping my arms around you, resting my head on your shoulder as we continue to watch the poorly crafted film. Your fingers run over my hands, back and forth sending thrills through my body as if it had been electrified, are you teasing? are you just fidgety? do I tease back? Fuck it.
Car Ride [m,f]
In your Mustang, we drive around Atlanta heading to our preselected restaurant.
Me in a green dress, watching you drive, so serious looking in your button-up shirt and jeans. Eyes locked onto the road. You can feel me staring. I look down to see a bulge in your jeans. I reach down, rubbing your thighs… Feeling your bulge grow. Unzipping them. Reaching my hand in, pulling out your cock, hearing you gasp. My hand wraps around it, slowly pumping you. I feel the first drops of wetness on my fingertips, so I know you're ready. I inch backwards as you watch, confused. I bend over and lick your precum. My first taste of you. Yum. I lick your shaft and roll my tongue around the tip, paying close attention to the slit, licking it slowly.
You have both hands gripping the wheel as I wrap my lips around your cock and take it inch by inch down my throat. Making sure to taste and suck as much as possible.
My face buried in your pants, I gag just a little. But back up and go down again, taking more of you inside me, feeling you at the back of my throat.
Dr. Mom examines her son and gets a surprise
Still a work in process, but:
You will never believe what happened to me yesterday. My 18 year old son ejaculated all over me. Really! How could I ever let such a thing happen? I am a medical doctor, currently practicing as a plastic surgeon. I am also a recently divorced single mother. Yesterday, my son insisted he was indisposed and incapable of attending school due to some severe groin pain. Being a devoted mother, in addition to a medical professional, I decided to evaluate his condition. Now, I'm no urologist but I do know my way around the anatomy and this seemed like a suitable reason for examination.
At first he protested. I suppose it is natural for a teenager to be uncomfortable with his mother examining his privates, but eventually I was allowed to directly inspect his testicles. I instructed him to drop his pants and underwear while I sat directly in front of him. I had a good view of his penis, which was partially erect before I began palpating his testicles. I initially noticed some signs of tightness and inflammation around his scrotum, as well as swelling around the base of his penis. I thought that a bit of gentle pressure would help to relieve the pain and swelling. Not my best idea.
Mindless domination.
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Your pussy throbs painfully, from the abuse with the vibrator.
You passed out from the cycles of pleasure and pain. One moment, you were feeling the buzzing of the vibrator attack your lady bits, the other, you felt nothingness, a sheen of black overcome your body, as you collapsed from exhaustion.
You are still in the dark room, however. You feel the cold breeze of the dark room over your exposed breasts; the cold concrete tile on your back. That's when you realise – you're naked again.
No more pesky skirts I suppose you think. Your wrists are sore from the cuffs, and small lacerations pepper the delicate skin around your wrists. You are free from the cuffs; but the cuffs has been replaced by a collar around your neck, chained to the wall.
Something warm and sticky flows out of your pussy. You dip your fingers, now free from the cuffs, into the warm and sticky mess, and you sniff it.
It is tangy; an iron stench pervades your nostrils.
Just between you and me. And him.
Based on a true story, most of this is completely real and happened exactly as described. Some of the facts and the names have been changed.
I met them at a McDonalds, while I was doing my make up and waiting to go to a job interview. I noticed Ty first. He had a face like a gangster and a sexy, rock hard body. We had an instant connection. They were there with a bunch of their friends, who all left after a while. I ended up chilling for a few hours with him and his friend Dre. I could tell these two were really close friends.
After a while of all of us enjoying some great conversation and general goofing off, I noticed how cute Dre was. His face was more classic, and he had thick curly hair and a wickedly charming smile. It was then that I realized I was unintentionally flirting with both of them, but they weren't acting jealous of one another. They were both totally chill about me showing them both attention, something I'd never experienced before. And they were both so gorgeous, with their silky dark skin and their full lips, black eyes and sculpted cheek bones, exactly what I love to see in a black guy. I don't know why I'm so attracted to black guys. But then again, I've always loved contrast.
A fantasy I texted my boyfriend (FMF)
My boyfriend asked me to text him a fantasy of mine, he later asked me to share it here:
I was going to this party with one of my girlfriends, I had known her for some years and we had a very open and honest relationship – we could talk about everything. My boyfriend and I had fantasized about me being intimate with a girl for quite some time and had joked about my girlfriend being a possible person for the job. Back to the party my girlfriend, let's call her Amy, and I had settled in and gotten the first glasses of wine. The music was playing and we hit the dance floor, shaking and grinding, having fun.
Between us doing some dancing we drink some more and the alcohol starts taking effect on my body and head. We start dancing closer and touching each other on the hips and ass, pulling us closer and closer. Suddenly I find myself putting my lips in hers, kissing her soft and quickly. I pull my head back slowly while looking into her eyes. She smiles at me and all of a sudden she pulls me back in for yet another kiss.
Love Making from Start to Finish [oral] [sex] [MF]
I’m kissing you for what seems like hours as I softly press my knee in between your legs applying enough pressure to add a level of discomfort yet provide clitoral stimulation. Then I start kissing you more wildly as our bodies get in tune with one another and I slip my long fingers into your panties which are already damp. You want to tell me to stop but you’re so horny that the only sound your body can produce in your ecstasy are your moans that you can’t hold back. I keep rubbing my fingers on your pussy, playing with it, toying with it, and poking at it so I could get to learn every cubic inch of your dripping lips all while making sure to pleasure you. You keep grabbing at my hard back as if you were going to fall off a cliff, but that only makes me want to finger you harder and faster. Your moans turn into screams and as my fingers are dancing inside your hot and wet pussy I find new ways to get you going. I press up against your walls, stick in three fingers, and play with your clit.