Here’s a longer piece I’ve been working on…
Do you think I should add this one to my podcast or is it too long?? https://open.spotify.com/show/3izD4qB3yQjdyrFd4J1C1q?si=ZIGhzfgXSvGU5A6QjBuG2w
Thanks all! Hope you like it ;-)
collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Here’s a longer piece I’ve been working on…
Do you think I should add this one to my podcast or is it too long?? https://open.spotify.com/show/3izD4qB3yQjdyrFd4J1C1q?si=ZIGhzfgXSvGU5A6QjBuG2w
Thanks all! Hope you like it ;-)
“So, did you fuck her?” John asked Ryan with a grin. They were all sitting on the bleachers after a lackluster football practice. Corey was drinking from a large gallon of water that he always carried around with him.
Ryan laughed. “She stopped by my place and we hung out.”
“Come on, bro. Spill the details. How big was Joanne’s ass? Did you record it?” John asked him. Ryan could tell that John was excited for him because Ryan hadn’t gotten laid in a long time. John also wanted to see Joanne’s big ass in action.
“We hooked up and it was really good. Joanne is incredible,” Ryan said with a smile. “No, I didn’t record it.”
John walked up to Ryan and gave him a hug. “I’m so proud of you, bro. You’re getting some pussy again.”
Corey and Ryan started laughing. “Get off, man. You’re crazy,” Ryan said while laughing. John broke the embrace.
“What did she do? She looks like a freak,” John said.
“We did a couple of things and I gotta say that I am excited to see her again,” Ryan said with a smile.
I was a some tall skinny dude from Africa and you were a country girl who could barely use a computer. Both of us in college and getting ready for the World. But through some circumstance we met. And we hated eachother.
Trying to get us to be friends was like trying to have crows and owls befriend one another. It was impossible. I was a shy geek and you were an outgoing party girl who was kind of decent in school.
You barged into the library drunk in the evening and wrecked the place while I watched in horror. I confronted you and all you did was walk away without a care, but the cameras would definitely have you done in by security.
That’s what I thought until you showed me a picture of the security guards wrapped around that **cøck** between your legs. This was unacceptable and I wasn’t going to have it. This was how you were passing your classes, you probably had some of your professors under that spell of yours.
When my ex and I were together we were both very vanilla. I always knew that I wanted something hot, dirtier, to use and be used but he was extremely tame. We’d have regular sex but I would very rarely orgasm and so wasn’t always enthusiastic. When we broke up I decided that I was going to start experimenting and find out what type of things I like. It turns out.. I’m one hell of a switch. With my current boyfriend, I’m more submissive. We have incredible sex and he knows exactly what to do to me, unlike my beta ex. He really knows how to pleasure me.
Whilst I’m on the sub side with my boyfriend however, online I’ve been living out my dominant side. I post a lot of photos and have a lot of fun sessions with men who I treat however I see fit. They’re my toys. Some of them love the Cuckolding side so I play with them and my boyfriend. Some like pegging and ass play so I have a strap on, some like total power exchange and control so I use parental control devices on their phones and control everything from when they can have sex to when they can use the bathroom. I can’t get enough of it. Orgasm and bladder control are two of my favourites but having this kind of authority is a RUSH.
Christmas with the Starship Rimshot Girls
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***People fuck for specific reasons.*** Most reasons we can name: Entertainment, Vanity, Physical Need, Physical Pleasure, Piles of Cash (and even small amounts of cash) Social, Economic or Political Favors, Making Babies, and at least 20% of all people fuck because they honestly love someone. Most people do not swallow semen or drink vaginal fluid as a religious practice, as part of rituals or prayers, as a form of Holy Communion. ***In our century, sex rituals are considered extreme, and nonsensical. Getting closer to God through fucking is considered an impossibility.*** Just as people 200 years ago considered Men Walking on the Moon an impossibility, and nonsensical. Our understanding of reality changes as new information comes available.
***Religious sex in nothing new, having historical precedent, here and there, over the past three thousand years.*** Specifically in Tantric Buddhism, and most clearly stated by the Tachikawa-ryu School in Japan in 1113 CE. These monks and nuns taught specific sex rituals, to reach Nirvana “in this very lifetime, using our own sacred bodies.” ***Tachikawa-ryu rituals taught boys to drink vaginal fluid, and taught girls to drink semen.*** We can say these ancient nuns and monks were nuts. Or, we might consider the possibility: They understood an aspect of reality which we do not. In the 21st Century we tend to believe we have a better grasp on reality than previous centuries. And, 200 years from now, people may laugh at us, saying “How could 7.7 billion people be so very self-delusional most of the time!?”
“I’m outside” I texted. It was quiet only the sound of crickets flooded the air. Suddenly the door open. He greeted me with a smile and stepped to the side so I could come in. “How you been?” He said as he began to walk to the back. “I’ve been okay, how about you?” I asked “just okay?” He asked ignoring my question. “Just okay…” I repeated back. We went into his bedroom, he turned on the light and the tv. I put my keys on his nightstand and took my shoes off and climbed in his bed. I sat at the top of the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed watching sports center. I decided to take off my shirt and my bra, I threw my bra at him and giggled. He chuckled as he turned off the tv. “You’re getting lazy, I’m making this too easy for you.” I said with a big smile on my face. “I’ll do better…” he said as he picked me up and met his lips with mine. I instantly wrapped my legs and arms around him. “How’s that?” He asked as he pulled his lips away from mine. “Perfect” I said just before I tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth. He laid me on the bed while he kissed me leading a trail down to the top my leggings. He licked the inside of my pussy through my leggings to tease me before he pulled them completely off. I didn’t have on panties so he kissed the top of my freshly waxed bare vagina. He grunted softly as he sucked on my clit, he pressed down on my legs to keep me from yanking away. I felt like I was loosing my mind how he was sucking and licking on my clit. I let out moans as I clutched the sheets. Finally my body had reached its point. I came for him. My clit was so sensitive. He moved his fingers in and out of my hole, warming me up for himself. He got on top of me and rubbed the tip of his dick on the entrance of my hot,wet, cunt. “Condom” I said to him. He reluctantly got off of me and searched in his wallet. He ripped the condom wrapper and slide it on. He climbed back on top on me. “Condom” he said as he rubbed his suited member against my leg. I giggled and playfully slapped him. He came in for a kiss as he entered me. Instantly the mood changed as I rocked my hips with his. I bit my lips with pleasure. I’d been longing for his touch and finally I had him. I showered his neck with little kisses as I rubbed his back. He dug deeper inside of me as he grunted. I clutched him tighter as I moaned. He was so deep inside of me and I loved it. Just the thought of him going exploring my insides turned me on. He quickened his pace, I could tell he was about to come the way his hands were balling up the sheets. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he exploded. He rolled off of me and laid under me like a child. I caressed his ear. He kissed the side of my breast. I giggled , “what?” He questioned. “Nerves” I answered honestly. “Oh” he said. There was a moment of silence before he interrupted “nerves?” He questioned “just nerves” I answered. I got up and went into the bathroom. I could still feel him inside of me. I said on the toilet to pee but something felt off. I reached inside of me and pulled out the condom. What’s the point I thought to myself. When I got back to the bed his eyes were on me. I gathered my clothes and shoes and started to get dressed. “So soon?” He asked “yea” I replied. “Why?” He asked as he raised up. “I just want to stay disconnected from you.” I hesitantly replied. “Disconnected?” He asked as he furrowed his brows. “Disconnected” I said. “Why tho?” He questioned me. I pulled my shirt over my head and said “I’m just happier that way.” He stared examining me. “I’ve had my heartbroken too.” He stated in a low voice. I looked at him. He was a beautiful man, who would break his heart? How could he tell that I suffered the same heart ache? All of sudden I had butterflies in my stomach and I hated myself for that. “I won’t hurt you, I’ll be gentle.” He said with sincerity. I fought back tears as I stood there speechless.
Anticipation, the wait was killing me. Months of on-line chatting and getting to know one another as best you can in an on-line situation, was finally being brought to its logical conclusion. I had a really good idea of what you were going to be like, our conversations were open and frank, very enjoyable and full of innuendo. We had arranged to meet at a restaurant that catered to both our palates. You, the delicate one, would be enjoying an exotic sea food dish. I, on the other hand, was more inclined to the robust and would be settling on a decent size steak. This posed a bit of a question as to the choice of wine. It had to be perfect for you. A well matured Chardonnay would do the trick.
Having arrived early, I waited at the bar before our table was ready, counting the moments before you would come through the door. There you are, at last, the picture of elegance, looking around and finally spotting me, you glide over with a sultry smile and say “Hello, it’s so good to finally meet you”. The voice has a slight quaver to it but it is very sexy. The Maîtres’ D beckons to us and our table is ready. The food, the wine and the conversation pass, hardly noticed. I am caught up in the wonder of how lovely you look. You see the twinkle in my eyes and with a smile you lean over and whisper “let’s get out of here”.
Life goes on with the roles reversed now: men work and provide at home while women are the out being the bread winners. Only this time women were allowed to take advantage of any man or woman they please.
You and most of the female population had one of these magnificent appendages. But unlike your fellow f.u.t.a, you were on the smaller size. Smaller than what’s typically expected and this lead to you not being successful in most relationships, man or woman leading to an inferiority complex.
But that changed when one day you noticed your neighbor caught a glimpse of you naked from their window, which embarrassed you beyond belief, but unlike all the others who’d ever seen you. He smiled. And flashed his own back at you, but what you saw wasn’t some pint sized prick, but an arm length log bigger than what you had going for you.
And from that moment you thought to yourself that not only did you want that log. You needed it, didn’t matter where it went, you just. **Needed. It.**
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Seems like a simple prompt, neighbors see eachother naked and you can’t help but introduce yourself to him.
**Warning:** This story revolves around non-consensual cuckolding, strong humiliation, and cheating. **Do not read this story if you are not into these kinks.**
***Synopsis*:** *Rachel lives with her boyfriend in their new apartment and gets a new roommate, Mike. She’s a strong-minded woman that doesn’t take shit from anyone, until a peculiar incident happens between Mike and her, causing her to discover a new fantasy that quickly gets out of hand…*
***Author’s notes:*** *This story is told from two perspectives, switching back and forth between Rachel’s and her boyfriend’s perspective, starting off with Rachel’s.*
# Chapter 1
My boyfriend and I have been dating for about four years before this all happened. I honestly cannot believe the path I’ve spiralled down the last few weeks but… I want to share my story…
I’ll start from the beginning.
The sound of the heavy steel door slowly grinding open wakes me up instantly. My heart leaps to my throat and I scamper towards the furthest corner of the tiny cell room, bringing my legs up to my chest and pressing myself against the cold concrete walls. I’ve been living in a world of pain for as long as I can remember. Which only stretches about several days back. My mind comes up completely blank whenever I try to remember anything before then. I only know that I’m in a cell and the man comes into the room each day to chain and torture my body with whips and canes. The harsh fluorescent light is always on. I get woken up several times at night by a loud alarm bell that forces me fully awake so I never get more than a couple hours of sleep at once. Sleep deprived, starving and aching all over, I don’t expect today to be any different as I fix my eyes on the opening door with my entire body shaking.