[F/M] I’m not shy ( part 1)

Shy. I hated that word. All throughout my life I’d been “shy” in high school I was teased for it, my brothers often tried to embarrass me in public. It was like a game. Who could be the most crass to make my pale cheeks turn the brightest shade of pink. Well now I was at university I wouldn’t be the shy one. I’d shed the cocoon of shyness and evolve into the beauty of confidence.

That’s what I’d thought anyway and yet here I was, in the corner of my first party. Like a lamb lost in the headlights I stared out at the people, dancing, drinking and some doing much worse. I was idly thumbing through my phone, it was only half past 10 and yet I wanted to leave, to slink away and be in the private comfort of my own dorm room. It took every fibre of my being to not go.

I pushed from my spot in the wall and approached a table filled with drinks. All filled with different coloured alcohol. I took a punt, grabbing an amber looking drink and sipped it down. The dark gold liquid flowed down my throat, burning my insides as it went.

The Hunt – Chapter 3

So, this chapter is a little less sexual and more about building the story, I hope you all enjoy all the same. As usual, all feedback is welcome!

TW: Primal, Werewolf, Hunt.

As you walk along, the gravel cracks and moves under your feet, and you think back over the last 24 hours. You cannot get the thought of it from your mind. You cannot believe that you allowed yourself to be used that way by anyone. You think over what happened and think about how it could have happened. You think about how tired you were afterward, when you passed out and even when you woke up alone in those woods.

You remember the feeling of the gravel path under your feet as you ran and the fear it filled you with. You remember the sound of the woods as it fell silent and the anxiety it brought forth in you. You remember the feeling of the branches whipping your body as you ran and the pain it gave you. You remember the scent of the dirt as you hid and the disgust you felt in your soul. You remember the feeling of sweat pouring over you and the dread it filled you with. You remember the sight of the darkness before you and the way that it overtook your mind.

Not at the bar ?

This happened about 15 years ago .
I was in a night club (a bar with dance floor and music that stays open until the early hours of the morning in the UK )
It was probably getting close to midnight as the place way busy . I was waiting to be served at the bar . Well the bar was crowded I wasnt rite up to the bar I had a woman infront of me and people all around.
Woman infront was wearing a off the shoulder tight mini dress.
Someone was pushing there way past the bar . I got shoved in my back that pushed me forward into the woman infront of me and my right hand accidentally cupped her right buttock.
My mouth was level with her ear so I said “sorry I got shoved ”
She said “it’s ok it’s quite nice ” with a naughty smile
“I’ll not move then” I said
I leaned forward and breathed gently on the nap of her neck then said “do you like that too ?”
“Mmmmm yes ” ” ofcause ”
So I started to kiss her neck and placed my other hand on her bottom as well . Then started moving my right hand off her buttock and down the back of her leg and then round to the outside of her thigh. Still kissing and breaking on her neck .
She was leaning back into me now . So I could now reach her collarbone with my kisses. Then she turned her head and I kissed her mouth my tongue going into her mouth and hers into mine .
I move my right hand around her thigh I moved my hand up towards the crotch of her knickers ( panties for you Americans ) she breathed deep and she kissed me harder. I pushed my hand in the leg of her knickers feeling the she was shaven and wet . I parted her labia minora and slipped one finger inside her. Then out again and the moved it towards her clitoris and the circled my finger around her clitoris in an anti clockwise motion. Round and round faster then slower . After a few minutes I was holding her up because her legs had buckled and then she came. She was resting leaning back on me when the bar man took our drink order . She said ” I need to clean myself up a little ” and left .
I managed to dance with her on the dance floor twice more . Then didnt see her in the club any more that night and I’ve never bumped into her again . Unfortunately

Breeding the Family. Part 2 [MF}

Most of the next day passes until it what happened the night before really hits me. I’ve fantasised in secret for what feels like forever, over the gorgeous young woman who lives in the next room. Of all the things I’d want to do with her; to her. Every fibre in my being wants her. Just to have her all to myself. But there’s something stopping me. I’ve basically avoided her all day, so some small part of me is holding me back. I’m not worried what others think, I’ve just never felt this way about someone before. And I’m almost certain it’s reciprocated.

I’ve kissed a couple people before. But that was mainly at parties, after a few drinks. My best mate has given me shit a few times, about how I never take it further. But honestly, I never could. No matter who they were, they weren’t her. And last night just proved that. I’ve never felt that electricity, that chemistry, before. It was almost magnetic. Completely in sync in the darkness of the night. All I want is to feel that again.

As I think about last night again, my whole body just responds. Feeling a warmth all over, an unyielding hum of desire.

Getting it in at the gym part 1 [MF, public]

I’d been sexting my friend with benefits all day from work, shamelessly trying to work her up. Autumn is in her late 20s, beautiful smile, perky breasts with rosy pink nipples, flat belly and an amazing ass. I’m in my 40s with the typical dad bod. Lots of muscle, strong legs, broad chest and a bit of a belly. Both of us have insatiable drives and love to work out. All day I teased her with hot texts, and she let me know how wet she as getting.

“Prove it” I texted.

She texted a series of pictures from her work bathroom, culminating on a close up of her wet, shaved pussy. I thought my cock would burst my zipper.

“Let’s work out after work. See you at the gym.” She texted.

My head was spinning from her pictures, and all I wanted to do is take her somewhere secluded and fuck, but I know she wanted to get it in, so I met her at the gym.

She was there first, wearing a tight gray tank and gray yoga pants that looked like they were painted on. My cock twitched in my pants, looking from her beautiful face to her breasts to her spectacular ass.

[F/a4A] STORY 💜 SMUT literate lovers wanted! {detailed long term plots}

hello! thanks for stopping by.

**this story will not be pure smut. must want to write 60%+ story and 2+ paragraphs.**

f/m, f/f, m/m. no futa.

face claims please, no drawn/anime

**♡ FAVORITES ♡** love/hate relationships • opposites attract • experienced/inexperienced • slow build • teasing • romance/affection • light dom/sub themes • public • oral • voyeurism • anal/assplay • rough • dirty talk • lingerie/clothed • body worship • threesomes+ • playing multiple characters • character development • SFW character picture references/face claims/visuals • angst and drama • character dynamics • story & smut • well developed characters

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💜 **Multi-character plots preferred**

 

**Crime and Heists ♡♡♡♡**

Team assembled of different skills taking on heists, hits, and robberies to climb to the top of a corrupt ladder. Some characters are seeking revenge, others the thrill of cash or need for justice. Small crimes and thefts turns into more as the money rolls in and the adrenaline rush never dies. What will happen when the team starts targeting the most powerful? From bank robberies, luxurious parties, and the most dangerous hits. A roleplay covering equal story of relationships between the team and action heist scenes. Let’s write the success and troubles that come with revenge, greed, and lust.

35M and 31F

My wife and I are as kinky as we are fit and adventurous. Last night, when we got home from the gym, it was no exception. My wife had made plans to go out with her friends and they were to be coming over to our house with in the hour. My wife and I, were unbelievably horny and couldn’t wait. After a quick rinse in the shower, I grab my wife and threw her down onto the bed. I rolled her over onto all fours and began licking her pussy and asshole. When I was tongue deep in my wife’s pussy, we heard her friend call out saying she was here. My wife, trying her best not to moan out, said she was getting ready and would be out in ten minutes. Given she had to still get ready, she turned around and started sucking my cock, porn star style. Working the head of my cock with her mouth and using both of her heads to work my shaft. When I was about to cum, I wanted to fuck my wife and cum deep in her pussy. I got my wife back into doggy position, put a plug in her ass, and went as hard and fast as I could. I was fingering my wife’s clit, as I was thrusting as much of my cock into her, as she could take. When she started cumming, as did I. I went fully inside of her and felt her beautiful wet slit with my full load. My wife finished getting ready and went out with her friends, with my cum still deep in her.

The Quiet Girl in the Library has an Oral Fixation [M/F, Oral, Public]

*Based on a true story. Enjoy.*

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I saw her often in the university library’s basement. When I went to study I preferred to find the quietest possible place. It took a few visits before finding *my* spot, but once I latched onto the depths of the basement–back among an assortment of old science journals–I never went anywhere else. I would regularly see a girl there–short, natural brown hair often in a high pony, black-framed glasses, always wearing a baggy cardigan over some colorful t-shirt–who seemed to have landed on the same idea.

We would occasionally make eye contact and exchange a friendly smile or wave, but it wasn’t until one afternoon when I was walking past her table to leave that she finally spoke to me.

“I’m Aly.” Her big brown eyes stared up at me from behind her thick glasses.

It caught me by surprise and I almost didn’t stop, thinking that she was having a conversation with someone else.

“Oh, yeah, hey Aly, I’m Flynn. We’ve been seeing each other a lot, eh?”

She nodded enthusiastically, pushing her frames up her slender nose’s bridge. “Mhm, you found my secret spot! I love studying down here. It’s always dead quiet.”

She asked to be woken up [M/F]

1st time writing anything like this. It was made for someone specific based off their preferences.

I wish I was in your room right now. See you laying there so sexy I pull my cock out and start stroking it. As it starts getting hard I walk over and put the head against your lips. As I start rubbing it against your lips your mouth opens and starts sucking on the head like your body just knows what to do. It feels so good I slide my hand between your legs and start lightly rubbing my fingertip against your clit. You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth and you start to moan so rub my finger lower and can feel how wet you have become. This excites me so much I thrust forward as my finger plunges into you waking you up immediately. You look at me confused momentarily until the pleasure washes over your body then you lean forward taking my all the way in your mouth while I start fingering you harder. My knees buckle and I can’t take it any more. Next thing you know I’ve pulled your legs off the bed and bent you back over. My cock between your legs, against your clit, suddenly all the way inside of you. You can hear my growl deepen as my fingers dig into your hips pulling into my cock as I thrust into you. I don’t stop until I feel you shaking under me. Then I let go and you feel me throbbing deep inside of you. You can feel me filling you up as I leave every drop deep inside of you. Then you lay on my chest as I kiss you on the forehead pulling you tight and asking you how your day was.

More Than You Can Give [MF]

I want to occupy a debilitating space in your mind. I want to reside within its deepest parts.

I want to be that thing you can’t even begin to wrap your mind around and yet crave me still.

I want to make contact and instantly occupy thoughts you never realized were there.

I want to know what someone else could give you is nothing in comparison to what you can only imagine I offer.

I want to be the itch you cannot scratch. I want to be one second with is far better than any without.

I want you to be at a loss for words the moment I cross your mind. I want to be your crippling downfall and invigorating rescue in the exact same moment.

I want to gain power over you, power you didn’t know you had to lose. I want you drowning so deep but with no desire to escape.

I want more than you can give.

C. Stephens