Bored at the Club [M,F,STR8,Voy…long]

The bass beat continued to thud through the darkened room. The DJ had just announced the arrival of “Chevelle” to the stage. If these girls weren't named for expensive materials, like Diamond or Ruby…they were named for cars. So far it had been Porsche, Lamborghini, Chevelle and T.A. I figured T.A. stood for 'Tits-n-Ass', but she corrected me. Surprise, it stood for 'Trans-Am'.

Surrounded by strippers and I was bored.

I sipped my drink, and watched as Chevelle's set began. She was a little too meaty in the legs for me. She could probably crush that pole with her thighs if she wanted, but her tits were disappointing. I fished out a dollar and threw it on stage. I'm a nice guy, but not that nice.

I sensed someone sit next to me and was surprised by the redhead that occupied the chair. I didn't recognize her, but then again Amateur Night was coming up later. Plenty of fresh faces were beginning to trickle in. Most of them were ringers from other clubs in the area. I smiled at the redhead.

“Hi,” she said. “What's your name?”

Inspection (fMMMM)(BDSM)(exh)(oral)(buk)

As she stood blindfolded with her hands tightly bound behind her back, she was only vaguely aware of what was going on around her. Debra felt a short cool breeze across her nude skin causing her nipples to harden and she could feel the grooves in what she assumed was a wooden floor beneath her uncovered feet. The room she was in she thought must have been cavernous as the voices she heard seemed to echo all around her. Her thoughts raced as she stood there nervously. She had agreed to this, to all of this. In fact she had secretly fantasized about exactly what was happening. But now that it was happening, momentary waves of fear washed over her. She had no idea what the days and weeks ahead of her would bring and having signed away any control over herself or her body made her second guess her decision and she could feel her body begin to shake. Her thoughts began to race faster and become incoherent in her mind. Her mind. MY mind. She began to steel herself with that thought. MY mind. She may have willingly signed over her body, but Debra’s mind was her own. That is what she told herself and that is what she quietly repeated over and over until the shaking dissipated.

A journey in the night [x-post /r/DirtyWritingPrompts ] [MF] [cheating] [train]

[WP] We're traveling on a train through the European countryside. It's 1946. We're seated near each other in the dining car. I am alone. You are with your wife….

I was assigned to a position with one of the reconstruction banks in the British occupied Zone of West Germany. I would be there for at least 2 years, but it was a good opportunity for future advancement. The Government paid to pack up my own and my wife’s belongings to be moved as well as a 1st class train ticket. I had been looking forward to the trip because it would be a luxurious treat. Things had been strained between my wife and I for some time. I had been travelling non-stop since the start of the war and had barely seen my wife for five years. We had grown apart and even simple acts of intimacy were now impossible. I still had a great deal of affection for her and I hoped that the move would bring us closer.

An Old Friend Visits [MF] [First Person]

Ashley's letters had grown increasingly morose in the last two months. She had once expressed nothing but affection and admiration for Richard. A year ago, he had swept her from her feet and brought her a level of joy and contentment she had never felt before, but something had gone wrong. Her writings were now full of loneliness. Ashley spent nearly her whole day in the company of others but she felt entirely isolated. I did my best to comfort her in my own letters. I told her of my adventures, I tried to distract her with stories of local politics.

Her last letter had arrived just yesterday. In it she said she would be in the district sometime in the coming month and she intended to stop in and see me. The thought of seeing Ashley left me awash in a mix of joy and apprehension. Ashley's presence always brought a smile to my face and she could brighten my darkest day but she also brought with her a fear that rested deep in my stomach. For years she and I had been close friends, and I had gained her trust to a level that few others had. My attraction to Ashley threatened to undo the relationship I had built with her. Her position itself would never allow the two of us to be any more than close friends. All else aside, whatever tiny fragment of hope remained within me been had crushed by her marriage to Richard. She would see any indication of my feelings for her as a deep betrayal.

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A Night on the Town [MF]

The night was dark and rainy, like many are in October in the bustling metropolis of London. It had been a long day at work for Amanda, but thankfully, it was Friday. She had nothing to do the next day, except perhaps sleep late and pamper herself with a bath. As darkness fell, the gloominess of the day was banished by the lights of the city. Like any other Friday, the city had a buzz of cheer and excitement as people made their way home for the weekend, despite the chill and rain. Amanda took the tube back to her small apartment. She had been invited out by her best friend Sarah, for a night on the town, and the prospect excited her. The 26 year old marketing associate was glad to strip off her low heel shoes, fitted black slacks and jacket. She took a second to look over her body while undoing the white cotton shirt that covered her upper body.

Wish Cums True Pt 2 [M, F, Long]

After my run in with my sexy college-aged neighbor, I decided to take a little nap. My wife would be home soon and I wanted to show her the new body, and maybe make some improvements. I woke up from my nap to the sound of my wife Megan walking in the room.

“Hey honey, what’re you doing home so early? I wasn’t expecting you to be here. . .” she asked at seeing my sleepy form in bed.

“Oh, I wasn’t feeling very good at work today and well, it was a slow day, so I took the afternoon off and thought I’d get some rest,” I said.

“Oh, okay, well, I was going to go take a run before we go over to my parent’s house for dinner tonight and pick the kids back up,” she reminded me. “What doesn’t feel good?” she asked over her shoulder as she walked into the closet to grab running clothes.

“I don’t know, I just felt really tired and worn down for some reason, I thought I really wanted to take a rest. . .” I answered before trailing off as she stripped naked to put her running clothes on.

Afterwork fun.

Anyone who’s been to the City will know the Coq D’argent, a swanky restaurant with a top floor garden. I was there with a lady from work, we’d fooled around before. On this occasion we’d snogged, amazing how intoxicating a kiss can be when its with someone you don’t know that well. We were like a pair of teenagers, I had my hand up her skirt and was fingering her, how fab a sensation that is, then she unzipped me and started to wank me off, Now there’s time for a shag and a times for a wank and this was it, we got each other to such a state, I withdrew my fingers from her very wet pussy and coated my cock with it, then we both carried on. We both orgasmed at about the same time, I know because her tugging got frantic and I could feel a huge load of cum shoot out, aided by her hand strokes, and shot all across the plants. She then helped my fingers as we jointly rubber her to climax. Then we stood grinning as she straightened up her dress and knickers and I shoved my still oozing cock back in my trousers. The joy of a bit of consensual naughtiness is great.

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How I lost my virginity and found my sexual preference (Ff)(les)

I dont want to be self centered but i am pretty hot. i have 34 d tits, im curvy, white, brunette, and i have had lots of boyfriends and this story is going to sound soooo cliche.

I was 17 and my parents were gone for their anniversary so i invited my friend victoria to stay the night. and victoria is not even hot, she is sexy. perfect tits, perfect lips, perfect hair, eyes, ass, body and she asked me if i was a virgin and when i said yes, she started asking me all these questions. "when will you do it", "who will you do it with?", then she asked, "what is your ultimate fantasy?" and i told her i wanted to be fucked by this guy bryan in my class, and i wanted to taste his cum." jokingly i said" that got me so wet!" then she did something i never expected. she put her hand dowm my pajama pants and rubbed my pussy and said "i can see that". she kissed my neck and i was moaning so loud, i was happy nobody was home

The Morning After [Mdom/fsub] [Daddy] [DD/lg]

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask, hands on either side of my head. I lay on my back in your bed, with your body pressed against mine. You rub your hips against mine and I can feel how hard you are between my legs.

“You know I won’t say no,” I say, grinning at you and the evil gleam in your eye. You sit back on your knees, and I prop myself up on my elbows. I can tell that your eyes are following my breasts as I sit up, and lean over to the side of the bed. You scooch over and I pull myself out from under you so that I can grab my phone from the bedside table. You laugh to yourself as I slide back into bed, phone in hand, and you lean back on top of me. You watch me carefully while I dial my friend and put the phone to my ear.

“Hey,” I start, and you leave a soft kiss on the nape of my neck. “No, no, nothing is wrong; I have news for you, haha.” You start to trail kisses towards my chest, looking up at me with smiling eyes.

Elbows Pointed Outwards [MF] [Fdom] [Msub] [mast]

For myself, I dance whenever I get the chance. It is my arty and my passion, on the weekends from 6pm – 12am it is my gift to the boys. My name is Amnésia, but the men with the rings on their fingers know me only by how much money they “blew” on me after meeting me once. When I wasn’t dancing, how much they blew on me matched how long I blew them. Pleasuring others never satisfied me, fuck them. The men who give me slaps on my ass or treat my nipples as eyes only remind me of other men I’m glad have left my life. I don’t only blame men, I tried women too, but they are too sensual and caring when they make love. I live on the stage not as an entertainer, but as a woman waiting to be entertained. The stress my job gives is worth it when I finally get to dance for myself and my fingers get to dance inside me. I thought I’d have to keep dancing alone until one guy walked out of the workplace and into my life. Him walking out on my performance was a huge offense to me, didn’t care what woman this little shit had to run along to. I left my “office” and flagged him down. “Yo, white boy!” I screamed.