Free Ride

Free Ride

No panties. That’s what made my mind go where it went. She says it wasn’t what it looked like. She would never do THAT to ME. She didn’t feel like she had a choice, considering where she was and there were only two guys in the car. She swears that if she felt at all like she wasn’t safe she would have never gotten into the back seat, but it was a looooong walk back to the highway. Being that the sky was getting as black as her night dress and she knew her phone would not even get reception on this road even if it had a charge, she made the choice to wave down the first car she seen to ask for a lift. All of this was explained to me over the phone at around 1:00am from a payphone at a gas stop. She swears to me that the guys were very nice and didn’t make her uncomfortable at all. They drove straight to the payphone and she got out… That’s it… No panties.

I believe her… She would never… But i wish she would.

The Price of Power [MF] [Fantasy]

**CHAPTER 1**

**Revelry and Fate**

Nalan never really felt comfortable in his Finsternal robes. The thick red material was void of any interesting shape. It draped over him like a curtain and hung below his knees. It was awkward to walk in, awkward to sit in and was prone to cause itching in places where it directly touched skin.

“Well, I think it makes you look rather dashing,” teased Tanja, she had caught his doubtful glare in the dressing mirror. He eyed her back through the crisp reflection.

“If I manage to look dashing in this overly shaggy bathrobe, imagine how I’d look if I were dressed like an ordinary person instead of a twat.”

“Most ordinary people will be dressed like twats tonight, I guess.” she replied, turning to walk out of the room “and I’m glad you’re so concerned about your appearance, you’ve been cooped up in your own head. I think some social stimulation will do you some good! Maybe you’ll find a pretty young lady, and she’ll treat you to some other type of stimulation.”

Quick Morning Fuck (M25, F22)

I woke up today in the best possible way. I was having a dream where a cute little Asian girl was teasing me and trying to kiss me. She grabbed my dick and I woke up.

I woke up to last night’s tinder date’s lips around my dick. She is a 5’1” Vietnamese girl. She almost looked Latina. She had her hand gripped around my morning wood.

She was only wearing panties, so her tits were out for me. She tugged at my boxers. I lifted a little so she could pull them off. Then, she reached down and pushed my dick into her mouth.

She began to move her head up and down on my dick. I wasn’t quite awake yet, so I just laid back and enjoyed it all. Without taking her lips off my cock, she reached under and took her panties off.

I watched as she climbed on to of me and slipped my dick into her little Asian pussy. Fuck, I don’t know what it is about morning time, but I felt like her pussy was even tighter than the night before. She placed her hands on my chest and began to slowly grind back and forth on me. I could tell she was trying to stimulate her gspot by scooting back and forth on my dick like that.

I [43M] worked really well with her [F24] again

Some people at the office started to suspect that my colleague and I were fooling around. Nobody really aproached me because of seniority I guess. But not long after she told me people had been asking her questions and warning her she might lose her job if found out. She liked her job she told me and so we remained friends, without benefits.

One Monday she messaged me saying how the girls in the office went out over the weekend she tagged along and met a very cute nerdy shy guy. They had breakfast together and she totally wanted to see him again. I was genuinely happy for her after the last boyfriend she had.

Over the course of a month they were dating and seeing quite a bit of each other, she would always tell me about it in great detail. We had a couple of double dates going to pubs and I had to agree it was a very nice guy. She looked at me at times when I was talking to her boyfriend and I always answered her look with a smile. I guess she was checking to see if I ‘approved’ of him.

[MF] [Intimate] [1st Person M] I had a good dream last night…

(This story is about no one in particular, just a recurring fantasy I seem to have.)

…I phase in when things are just starting to heat up. We were doing some heavy teasing, you gently stroking me as I ever so lightly rub my fingertips across every inch of your skin. I can tell I am doing well based upon your sharp inhales and drawn out exhales, as your hand instinctively speeds its rhythm. I start to get lost in your touch before a familiar feeling starts to build.

“Ok! Ok stop! I’m ready!” I exclaim as I roll away from you and stand up besides the bed. “Just a little more” you whisper to me. I seize this opportunity selfishly, letting myself cool off while exploring and enjoying your body. We stop for a brief moment, and I get to look into your eyes. I cant help it anymore. I give a light kiss to begin, then a deep, lasting one for myself. I kiss every part of you, working my way slowly downwards. Your cheeks, your neck and collarbone, your breasts. I take each nipple in my mouth focusing as much as I can on your reactions. Hearing a sharp breath after a light nibble, I do the same to the other. “Yes…” I hear you whisper. Not to me, nor any person in particular, but to the growing sensation I hope I am giving you.

Extrasensory suggestion – Part 1 [MF] [Mdom] [magic] [reluc] [slow burn]

Fair warning, this will be a very slow story with many parts. There is no sex and barely anything sexy in part one, because I enjoy a little build up.

If you are interested in seeing where this goes, well, so am I.

Ed Singer sat in the back of the lecture hall, his ear buds carefully hidden behind messy auburn hair. Even with the added noise of his music, he was barely keeping himself awake.

Eight thirty. It was eight thirty in the morning, and he had a splitting headache.

The professor was droning on about math or something, her hands gesturing wildly as she clicked through a presentation. Was this his math class? Glancing at the slides proved no help, as he winced at the bright white background, but upon reflection he was sure it was a Wednesday. This might as well have been a class on quantum mechanics, for as much as he was able to pay attention.

My hookup has read my posts about him. [fM]

It’s been what, five months since we last hooked up? He was the first man I’ve had sex with. (For reference, he is 42, and I am 21.)

Maybe his ears were burning, but I was thinking about one of the times we hooked up before I went to bed.
The next night he messages me. We start to catch up. Message on and off with small talk..you know how it goes.

He mentioned one of my posts about how I am more dominant with certain men. My visceral reaction was total embarrassment, hahah. I immediately deleted a couple of posts that night. I didn’t know he still had my Reddit!! He said he checked it occasionally. So, now I’m wondering what his initial reaction was when he realized the posts were about him! He joked he wanted to write about it from his point of view. (Honestly…you should)

I let him know I’m back home for a few days (definitely hoping to see him, admittedly). Well, things panned out the way I wanted them to. I went over there last night. We sat in the hot tub, talked, made out for a bit, then moved up to the bedroom.

When the Neighbor Knocks [M] 28

I used to live in an apartment in a very big city.

I lived alone but the neighbors were all cool. I worked with a few and a few I knew from other acquaintances. One girl in particular was always around. She was a bit of a fashionista party girl. She worked as a caterer or something that garnered her access to a lot of parties where she would meet a lot of people. Then they would hit the clubs and stay out all night until they closed.

It was a common occurrence for her to come knocking at my door at 3 am if she was unable to secure the dick she was aiming for that night. She was a gorgeous Latina. Fair complexion with large firm D cups and no gag reflex so as far as I was concerned my door was always open. She used to ramble about how she didn’t understand why sex was such a problem. The way she saw it if she wanted to fuck someone she should just be able to say, “I want to fuck you” and then it happens. That was pretty much our relationship. When she got horny she came to me but there were no hang ups or strings attached.

Naughty Tammy

It was 2011,i was single and just discovered wechat. As i was relaxing one night i got a message from a woman named Tammy who would like to be friends, so i went with it. Tammy seemed like a nice petson, even being over friendly sometimes. Judging from her pics, she was just an average looking 38 year old. Tammy loved baking and made cookies and she wanted to share them with me, i obliged and arranged a place to meet her. This would be our first time that we met so she wanted to meet somewhere neutral. I agreed.
As i get to our arranged spot i could see as im pulling up a petite woman who was standing next to her mountian bike.the bike was complete with side mirrors and weird diy stuff done to it. She looked and acted like a nerd. There is nothing i hate worse than a woman with a dry personality. But i told myself, she was friendly and i obviously dont know her yet.so i acted like a gentleman, expressed how good it was to meet her and we started chatting for a while.the seconds seemed like hours…..how long will it take before o yawn or make an excuse to get away from her?
But then i noticed that my new friend was petite with a thick, yet soft, well shaped bubble booty from all the cycling she did. Suddenly things wasnt so bad. I was actually checking her out without knowing it, she had small tits and booty to make up for it.

[MM] [Celebrity] YouTuber Joel Wood (of Joel and Lia) Thinks About His Ex Yasin Dabhelia

Being highly insecure and not wanting to perpetuate stereotypes of gay men being slutty, Joel had always done his best to resist his own darkest desires. Knowledge of Yas’s threesome had thrown him for a loop! He sat on his bed, trying not to cry as he regretted telling his ex about his desire to have a threesome back when they were together.

It felt personal, as if Yas had done it just to spite him. Yas was the only person that Joel had ever told about such specific and lavish fantasies. Imagine telling your boyfriend of your specific fantasy of being spit-roasted, only to have it never happen, and then to have him do that for someone else so easily!

Internal kink and bottom shame had always been a problem for Joel, so admitting that he wanted two men that he could trust to be at each end of him overwhelming him and using him up, was a big deal. Monumental. Never mind the more taboo aspect of his fantasy, which usually included his own brother being the third.