Parking Garage – Almost Caught [MF]

We had gone to the movies at the theater near her college. Despite the fact that the movie had absolutely nothing sexual in it we decided to get handsy in the back row. Well, technically, not the back row, but no one else was behind us… that we noticed. She wore a short skirt and no panties and it was just too tempting not to slip a finger insider her. For the greater part of thirty minutes I just played with her, teased her, and worked her up. Never went too fast or pushed too far to accidentally rouse anyones attention; just a little playful fun for the college kids on a Wednesday night.

When the movie was over we were in dire straights and needed to fuck. We went back to her dorm room hoping to sneak in some playful naked time, but her roommate was there and she was aggressively disinterested in leaving. My girlfriend and her roommate had a chat while I waited out in the hall — I think there was some negotiating going on in the attempt to trade some future favor for a night alone with me. No luck. The roommate was offended at the idea of anyone having sex in the dorm room at any time for any reason. My girlfriend did not inform her that we had been having sex in their occasionally for the past few months when she was in class. The bottom line was — according to the roommate — that it was gross to think of a man being naked in their dorm room and it was not okay to even ask.

WHERE DO WE FUCK AT WORK? [MF] [Str8]

Where Do We Fuck at Work?

You arrive at work, park the car. Twenty minutes early. You recline the driver’s seat, turn up the music, close your eyes.

You stayed up way too late, texting with Shannon who should already be inside on shift.

You replay the conversation in your mind. Intoxication on both sides dropped inhibitions.

You remember his words, “Even if I never had a chance with you, I can’t help being turned on every time I think of you.”

“Do you get off to me?” you asked, brazenly.

“If I said yes, would you start ghosting me?” he asked.

“No, Shan. It’s flattery.”

“Then, yes. Yes I do. Often.”

You try to remember the conversation that led to this, but all you can recall is the rush you felt when he said that. Your head was light, a mix of the weed you hit and the adrenaline that made your hands tremble, and the scared exhilaration that tingled all over the moment you snapped a pic and tapped send.

You had been sitting in your chair, wearing a tank top and panties. Your bedtime outfit. You had spread your legs, pulled your panties to the side, snapped the pic.

Mind Fuck [Str8] [MF] [Mdom] [nc] [preg]

“Why did you ask me here?”  Rose asked bluntly.  Her tone communicated her annoyance clearly.  “I’ve told you I’m not interested.  I already have a boyfriend.”  She let out an exasperated sigh, “I only came today because you swore this would be the last time I’d ever hear from you.”

She had come to meet Kent out at a local coffee shop with the hope this would be his last desperate attempt to impress her. Well,  at least for a little while.  She knew that Kent would most likely continue to bother her after this, but at least this meet up would buy her a couple weeks free of his pestering.

Kent took a deep sip of his coffee, preparing for what he had planned.  “I wanted to show you this,” he said pulling up an app on his phone.  Before Rose’s eyes the phone’s screen began to flash with a swirling pattern.  The hypnotic image was accompanied by a rhymic ticking playing in time with the shifting pattern. Behind it all was an infrasonic humm emitted imperceptibly whith the ticking, swirling image.  All of this combined to place the viewer in highly suggestiable fuge state.   What Kent had developed was a hypnosis app.  One he was now putting toward his own lustful ends.

Taking Ashley [mf] [trigger warning?] [rough]

The second story I’ve posted. I thought keeping a raw, sort of “journal-esque” tone was more powerful than a grammatically-perfect, structured essay. My DMs are always open for feedback. Thank you for reading!

He was my best guy friend in the world since 2013. He married my best girl friend in 2016. The boy I had dated since 2010 was his man of honor. Absolutely perfect, right? His new wife, and my long-time boyfriend admitted a year into the marriage that they had been having an affair the entire time. Cue major depression, and us leaning on each other like never before. When I go through heartbreak, allll my emotions turn off. My best friend is the opposite, allll his feelings turn all the way up to 100. So, we’re spending all this time together being sad and trying to be okay. He “falls in love with me” right? So whatever, eventually things calm down and we’re back to the regular schedule of weekly game nights and almost daily phone calls but not like spending nights crying together anymore right? We both have long term sobriety.

Another Photo Shoot [MF]

Link to Part 1 in the comments…

We had been dating for a few months and it was incredibly fun. Here I was, under-employed (I was working in a machine shop totally unsure of what I should be doing with my life), 6’2”, 200 lbs, dark hair, green eyes, athletic build, socially awkward (because it is hard to shake being a long-time D&D playing, video gaming, swing dancing, comic book loving nerd). She was beautiful, finishing her last year of under-grad, 5’4”, 100 lbs, chestnut haired, blue eyed, actress and part-time model with a thick ass, full lips, and an insatiable libido. I felt like I was the luckiest man alive. I had met her through a mutual friend a few months earlier — he had a huge crush on her, but he also had a girlfriend… — and we had been dating ever since. In thinking back on that relationship, we didn’t have very much in common, we both just loved to fuck and couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

naked GF makes me jealous [mf][exhibtionist][cuckold]

the thought of other men seeing my GF naked gets me off and makes me mad at the same time

she is a 9/10-Norwegian blonde in her late 20s, a real goddess, with freckles all over, who always has the tiniest tan-lines when she goes on holiday

she goes every year to a yoga retreat with her girl-friend, who I also have crush on

neither of them are exhibitionists or anything, but they are more laid back about nudity than English guys like me

when they were away, she sent me some pics, also with other guests, who were all women, of different shapes and ages and it became like this fantasy island in my mind

one pic was a selfie of my GF and her friend sunbathing on their tummies, smiling into the camera, and I joked that it looked like they weren’t wearing their bathing suits

“Maybe we weren’t!”, she texted me back

later on that day, I was going to sleep at about midnight and suddenly I got a “ping! ping!” on my phone

This was my lil masturbation tale of the day that I wrote for my lover………;)

I visualize you and I gallivanting in a semi crowded area.. maybe a music show.. maybe an gallery, maybe a market somewhere in east asia hehe. I’d be wearing a cute dress that makes me butt look bubbly because yes.. no underwear cause my little peach prefers air. You with forsure some essy access pants… and we’d be standing in a crowed amongst others whos attention would mostly be fixed on something else. I see myself standing next to you holding your hand as I slowly guide your hand under my dress so can feel how my lips are already throbbing. After a quick hello I happen to have coconut oil in my fanny and I dab my fingers. I proceed to slowly stroke you while we attempt to pay attention to the exterior world and fail miserably. I take a pause to bring down the heat and you then stand me in front of you while you discreetly start to feel and see the cum that’s dripping down my thighs. We go for 4 minutes unseen by the masses as you stoke your fingers slowly in and out of me.. we spot another couple who know what were up to…. pt 2 to be continued ;)

Family Ties [MFmf][Ff][Mm] [Inc]

I was listening to a song on YouTube the other day, a bluegrass parody used to demonstrate the rather difficult notions of genetics and how they can be used to confuse family ties. The song was essentially about a guy who marries a widow and his father marries her daughter.

The father and his wife have a child and the child is brother to the guy, but also a grandson of his father as the first son is married to the mother of the daughter who’s father… um, forget it, it is funny – if you look it up on YouTube. “I am my own grandpa!” is in the chorus, but what the song is and who it is by I have no idea. What is amazing is though it could be true, well almost – it is pretty similar to how my life is working right now.

The Arrangement [Mff] [threesome with anal]

Naked and freshly showered, I laid back on the couch between the two girls, my thick cock resting on my belly, rude and demanding and impossible to ignore.

“Alright, ladies,” I said, “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

A protest formed on Kayla’s — the pretty blonde one’s — lips. She still was wearing that knit gray beanie, the one that matched her tight sweater. “But–” she started.

“But what?” I cut her off, “You think that being hot means you get things for free? I wouldn’t let Helen of Troy herself crash without payment.”

“Who’s Troy?”

“Kayla, c’mon, you agreed,” said Abby, the cute and busty brunette one. She was dressed the same as her friend, but in white instead of gray, her sweater deliciously tight. She already had my dick in her hand, was feeling its weight.

“Kayla,” I said, “You telling me you don’t like a good, solid fuck?”

They exchanged glances.

“That’s what I thought.” I grinned. “Stuck up skank like you, probably thirsty for a proper lay, aren’t you.”

“I’m not–” Kayla protested. She looked anxious.

Trying New Things Alone [M]

In a moment of true adolescent perversion I did something that I am not quite proud of, but think about regularly. One night, when I was eighteen, I was up late and being driven crazy by hormones and horniness. It was some time after midnight when I snuck out of my bedroom and went to the partially-finished basement of my house. There were some old couches down there, a TV with an old unused VCR, and little else save for random junk and a spare refrigerator. My intent was to watch an old VHS porno I had stored away — sure I could have just gone online — but I was in a weird mood and wanted to watch some grainy, ultra-specific, slightly uncomfortable, story driven 80s porn.

When I got to the basement I turned on the TV, set the volume as low as it would go, and put the tape in to see where I had last left off, I.e. after whatever made me cum last time. The scene that must have pushed me over the edge involved a little voyeur action where one of the actors was candidly filming the other through a bedroom window. I rewound a bit hoping that whatever got me last time would get me again — hopefully calm me down a bit so I could finally get to bed. However, I found myself inspired instead. I knew I wasn’t going to get lucky and pop by a window to catch a neighbor in action, though I did wish for it, but I decided I would film myself and see what it looked like.