Helping Her Through the Divorce [mF]

This probably started with a call from my mother-in-law about six months ago. My wife's family was a relatively close-knit one, so it was rare for anyone to have a secret to divulge, much less one as big as this: my wife's aunt was getting a divorce. It wasn't much of a secret to us that their marriage had been an unhappy one, but it was a shock nonetheless, and clearly enough of one that she hadn't elected to tell us herself, even though she was half an hour away on the train. We all felt bad for her – her kids were grown and no longer in the area, and she suddenly had this cavernous house in the suburbs to herself.

It was about a month later that I started going over there to help out. I would take the train from the city once or twice a month and take care of some of the household chores – mow the lawn, patch drywall, move things into and out of storage. For the most part I went up alone, and I would stay well into the evening, usually cooking dinner for her as well.

Dear Diary, A Man Requested To Inspect My Body In An Airport][MF, Oral, Fantasy](Via r/Gonewildaudio)


This is a narrative script taken from r/GWA. Original post can be found here.


Dear Diary,

I know it's been awhile since you've heard from me. My absence doesn't mean I forget you, it just so happens that I've experienced something in my life and you're the only one that I can disclose this with.

It all began after a trip with my friends to this marvelous city. At the heart of it lies an exquisite beach entrapped by separated islands made of limestones. We frolic on its majestic seashore glittered with fine sand that melts in your feet; it mixes with the water creating an emerald effect that gleams so bright when it's hit by the sun. It's like a paradise on Earth to me.

It was already sunset after we leave the coast to take our flight on its nearest airport as we're required to work the next day. Since I didn't book the ticket with my friends, my departure time came off later. I wasn't bothered by this as I've always liked the idea of being alone in a place where I am not familiar with. Or, getting trapped in an island with another man like those classic movies my mom used to watch. Little did I know that I was going to get what I'm wishing right there on that airport.

Little Kelsey [taboo fmmm mutual mast]

Darren sat on the couch pushing buttons on a black game controller identical to the ones that his two best friends, who were seated on either side of him, held. They were playing a platform game that they had beat already on all but the hardest difficulty.

Darren's character hit an explosive, causing his controller to shake in his hands. He sat it down on his lap while he waited for his character to revive and grabbed a handful of pretzels. Joe, to his left, took a brief sip of cola without missing a beat of his game. On the other side, Steven pointed his controller at the screen as if the entire reason his character was getting pummeled was due to a poor connection between the controller and the console.

Darren's character had just reappeared on the screen when he heard the basement door slam. He hit the pause button which elicited protests from his companions. He turned his head to see who was entering his domain. Ever since he had come home from college, after having achieved a useless degree and getting a job as a fast food manager, Darren had lived in the basement as if it was his own private home. Occasionally, his step mother would invade his space to throw in a load of laundry or his father would need some tool he hadn't used once in the past three years but for whatever reason was suddenly desperate for.

A trip to the gy[M] a[f]ter a hard day’s work. Part 1

he turned the key in the door, swung her bag over her shoulder, and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Rose tugged the collar of her Barbour up close to her face and skipped down the steps into the wind. It had been a tough start to the year. The Christmas break had been far too relaxing and the welcome back in the office had been warm but brief. Rose never liked being the last in the office but on the last day back after New Year locking up duties seemed to be even more arduous. It was 9.15 and Rose realized that she was now pushing her luck to get to the gym in time for a proper work out, at least it might be quiet, she thought to herself.

Dodging the puddles, starting to form on the pavement, she walked fast against the wind, occasionally breaking into a trot to avoid the worst of the rain blowing from the branches of windswept trees.

Visiting Arkansas, part 1 [MF][bdsm][Mdom][Fsub][Str8]

Disclaimer : Lots of build-up (actually, this first part is only build-up), and this is not -yet- a true story. Let's call it anticipation rather than pure fiction though

It all started in the most mundane way. I was bored at work, browsing through dpp, and saw a prompt that attracted me – the story of a bratty submissive disobeying her online Sir, coming back from work to find him waiting angrily for her on the couch. I couldn’t resist such a prompt and drafted quite a long answer to her.

I guess my answer fit her expectations, and the roleplaying hit the ground running – the frontiers between roleplaying her Sir and having her actually do assignments and punishments quickly blurred. Without either of us really expecting it, separated by an ocean, I became her Sir, she became my Whore. An amazing one. Living on the other side of the world.

Kate and Ben: Kate’s Adventure into her brother’s room. [F solo][incest][masturbation][furry]

Part 1:

http://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2bc593/kate_peeping_in_on_ben_furrymf/

Kate and Ben: Kate’s adventure into her brother's room.

A loud thud rings though Kate’s ears as she fall flat on her bed. Still panting from the mind blowing orgasm she just experienced watching her brother. She slides up crawling under her flowery covers feeling both happy and shameful over the whole ordeal. Reaching over she grabs the other pillow on her bed hugging it tightly wishing it was her brother’s warm body against her. “I can never do that again…that was a one time thing that was wrong and dirty” she repeats over and over in her head slowly falling asleep. Right before her consciousness slips away to her dream land she thinks “but…i love him”.

[fMM] Sometimes I move relationships too fast. This is my random fuck with two guys last week.

This is a PM I sent to a random reddit friend, and it was too long to not share. This happened about two weeks ago now. Hope you enjoy!

I was hanging out with a new-ish friend of mine (girl) who's a little older and has her own apartment, so it's nice to have a getaway. None of my high school friends have their own place obviously. Her building is right by a university and pretty much full of students so in the summers it gets pretty loud and fun on most nights. Anyway,I was there on a really hot and humid day so I jumped in the shower for 5 mins mostly to cool off. When I was out and drying off, I heard some voices talking in the apartment. My friend said something and walked to her room and closed the door. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened and a guy said, "Hey, [my friend], where are– what the fuck?!", totally not expecting to see me standing there in literally just a bra. We made eye contact, froze for a second or two, until I gave him a look like, "Uhh, hello. I'm obviously not who you're looking for" and he closed the door and found my friend and asked who the naked girl in the bathroom was.

True Relaxation [FM]

We spent several hours working alongside each other, where I relished his laughter and flirtatiousness. Seeing him joyfully and generously carry bags of mulch, and watch the sweat trickle down his face, caused more arousal than ever imagined. Not because of his strength, but as a man, a gentleman, he worked so hard to help me do the things I can't. Today he was perfect.

As we drove home he offered to get dinner so I could take the warm shower he knew I longed for? Right then I wanted him more than the relaxing pleasure the hot shower offered me. As I stripped the dirt laden clothes off, the steams lull quickly drew me in.

Every cleaning motion of the soap over my sore body reminded me of him…his gentle, exhilarating touches across my breast, the lightness of his upward caress along my inner thigh, his powerful, penetrating yet soothing, massage of my back and neck. This was perfection.

A Fantasy. [MF]

Sorry for the shit formatting. Doing this on a phone blows.

DISCLAIMER: When the intended recipient finds this, don't you dare touch yourself until I tell you.

It all started with a normal day. A normal shower. A normal drive to work.

A normal "good morning. =)" from you.

All it took was a thought, a hint of desire to well up inside of my head for the cravings to start. I ask how my slut was doing today. I tell you that no matter what, unless I say otherwise, "no matter how this day progresses, you cannot touch yourself. You cannot bring yourself pleasure. Or there will be punishment. I'm not making you do this for punishment, yet. Whether this remains in the realm of pleasure is entirely up to you."

Work keeps me occupied long enough for you to squirm. Your lack of response is all I need to know that you're turned on. Otherwise you'd joke with me. But not today. Today I have you where I want you. Today, like every other day, you are mine to use or love or hold as I please. I wait until my lunch for any kind of reprieve for you. Unfortunately for you, your roommates are home. Fortunately for you, a movie is playing and the lights are low.

My Fantasy is Complete [Mfff] [Spy][Creep][Oral]

Before I go into the story, here's some back story. I have the hots for my best friends sister. My best friends name is Steve and his sisters name is Carly. Carly was always a bitch to me but was super attractive. She was a red head, 18 years old, about 5'7, skinny but not to skinny and had great perky tits with a tight ass. Although she was always bitchy and mean to me, I found her so sexy and always dreamed of her.

So come the weekend, I knew Steve was at his cottage and only Carly was home. I sent him a message saying "Hey Steve, I left my bag at your house, anyway I could go get it?" He replies saying, " Yeah sure, the side doors always open". I decide to take a drive over and knock on the front door so I have an excuse to talk to Carly. Nobody answers and I go through the side. As I enter I call out, "Hello, anybody home?". No reply. I begin to look around and see that Carly and her two friends are swimming in the backyard.