[m][F] role reversal story

Tom sat on the white sofa in the comfortable privacy of Sandra’s apartment.

Can I get you something to drink, Tom? A beer perhaps?

“Sure, I’d love one,” he said.

She arrived a few seconds later with two bottles of beer in her hand, and scooted next to him on the couch.

“Cheers!” she said. Their bottles clinked. As he sat sipping his beer, He could feel her warm thighs pressed against his jeans clad legs. She had a skirt on, and a cleavage revealing blouse on. He felt pleasantly tipsy. He could feel himself bulging in his pants, the blood flowing through his member.

Sandra turned to him and gently played with his hair and his ear and his neck. She barely touched him, but he felt electricity on his skin and his nipples tense and his precum start to flow out of his cock and into his pants.

Tom was completely inexperienced. Up until then, he’d only looked at porn. Having a living breathing woman next to him was intoxicating. He could smell her shampoo, the alcohol on her breath. The alluring smell of her skin. He was so scared but so turned on. She made him feel so comfortable and and cozy.

(M, F) (cuck?) I need your guys opinions on if this woman is fucking someone else, or just teasing…

I need to know what you all think….

I was dating this girl way out of my league, and I was not her type at all. She tends to date huge, 6’2 plus guys, huge muscles and im just not that at all. What I am though is a huge pleaser. I did anything to make her happy. I would go over and help her with her dishes, etc, everything. In our sex life, she never really made any noise, and liked just teasing me with her hand, or letting me just cover her in oil and massage her, then hump her ass without being inside her. She would never dress up for any dates, wear makeup, anything.

Once a week she met her ex, a “friend”, for lunch. Before it, she would often have me massge her legs, or shave them, with oil so they would be smooth. I give great manicures and pedicures. She would say she would be busy the rest of the afternoon. I would come bring her breakfast or something, and she would be getting ready. Hair, makeup, heels all of it. She also almost always wore the bright red lipstick I got her (I have a bit of a lipstick fetish). I only ever saw her after the meetings once, and her hair was super messy and her lipstick was totally gone.

After an O[f]fice Hours [M]eeting…teaser story

For first story – see profile. :)

She had to run off quickly after their tryst, so they didn’t get a chance to really talk. She just couldn’t stop thinking about his last kiss. It had felt so wanting and deep. Could it be that he actually wanted her and not just of acted on an opening? Ridiculous. She shook the idea off. It was only her that spent nights fantasizing about what he would wear to the next class. What his hands felt like. What he might taste like. Now she knew. Her fingers traced her lips lightly as she recalled…

She could tell he had been about was to say something when she caught a glimpse of his watch and realized she was already 5 minutes late for her next class…across campus…on a test day. She had shot up, searching the floor for her discarded clothes.

“Shit” she was saying to herself.

He sat there confused, wondering what switched since he held her in his arms, just seconds before.

“I’m late” she was buttoning up her blouse. He frowned as he watched her lean against his desk as she zipped up her boots. “I have class” She tried to smooth her wild curls a bit.

[Fm][Str8] An overwhelming response (A response to u/hiseroticstory)

u/hiseroticstory Shared his version of our encounter together. I thought it was only fair to respond.

I remember the night in question well (How could I forget?). I’d known him since he was a little baby and he was always a cute little boy. A little bit shy, but absolutely delightful. I hope that doesn’t make me sound like a weirdo. I didn’t have any sexual feelings for him until he was about 17. He grew from being this cute boy into a very handsome young man. I felt weird about the fantasies I was having about him to begin with, and I tried to put them out of my mind.

On that fateful night I didn’t go downstairs with any intention to seduce him, or anything like it!

I was upstairs in bed, I heard him come in, and truthfully, just wanted some company. I hadn’t seen anybody all day, except my children. I usually sleep sans bra. So I put my bathrobe on quickly to cover up.

I admit, I probably was flirting with him a little. I couldn’t help myself :)

My slut Stacy [consensual][cuckhold]

 
“I’m 5 charts down and I’m going to be late.  You should go the bar without me.  I will meet you there.”  The end of my shift couldn’t come fast enough.  I needed a few beers.  I needed a release and Stacy always knows how to make me feel better.
 

“That’s okay lover.  I will start without you, but don’t be too late… I don’t want to finish without you.”  Her sexy talk always had hidden meaning and innuendo.  I know she does it for my benefit.  She knows I am a voyeur and she knows I like to watch her tease the guys. 
 

“You know I would love to be there for the finish. I will do my best.  Keep a seat warm for me.  I’m typing as fast as I can.”  My shifts are supposed to end at 19:00, but today I’m stuck on mandatory overtime.  It’s already 23:00.  I really need to get moving. 
 

Half an hour later… “bling.” I have a text message.  “Jimmy says hurry up and get your ass here.” 
 

A work crush [FF] on my bf’s friend [mf]

This is another one of my experiences, this time with Sammi! You don’t have to read my previous experiences about Ryan sharing me with Ben to follow, but they’re in my profile if you’re interested. At this point, Ben had moved to the east coast almost a year prior and while we still talked, our sexual relationship had fizzled out shortly before he left.

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I [F23], had just graduated from college and moved an hour away for work. I’d landed a call center job and while it wasn’t what I imagined I’d be doing after graduation, it was a job with good benefits and I was able to afford my own place. My boyfriend, “Ryan” [M23], still shared an apartment with his band mate near my former campus. Being an hour apart meant we didn’t see each other during the week very much, but one of us would visit the other nearly every weekend.

In my opinion, the best part of my call center job was “Sammi” [F29]. Ryan had worked with Sammi in retail before – she was one of his managers when he and I first met. I hadn’t met her then, but when I started at the call center, Ryan remembered Sammi worked for the same company and said I should reach out to her to make a friend.

[Fm][Str8] An overwhelming experience…

I posted this before, and then deleted that account. Since then I talked to Mrs Fox and sent her the story. She wants to tell her own version of events, so I think she’s writing her side of it ready to respond later.

This all happened when I was 18.

From early childhood, I’ve known a married couple, about 15 years older than me. Throughout my teenage years, I had an open invitation to their house, and I’d often visit, even when they weren’t there, to watch T.V, if I couldn’t watch at home for various reasons.

For the purposes of this story, we’ll call them Mr and Mrs Fox.

One weekend, Mr Fox was away, but there was something I wanted to watch late at night, and as usual, I went to the Fox’s and let myself in. I knew Mrs Fox would be in bed by that hour, but they were super cool with me, and this was pre-arranged.

“Did you know your daughter’s friend was horny for you to hold me down, fuck me into submission?” [fM] [Mark] [oral]

“You up?” the words said, encircled by a blue speech bubble.

Mark’s face was lit by the glow of his phone screen and the flicker of the television. It was getting late, the show was boring, and his mind kept drifting back to Dani, his daughter Olivia’s nerdy best friend.

He clicked to expand her profile — a shot of her spread eagle, pierced pussy on display, her expression eager for his approval while simultaneously flush from the orgasm he’d just given her.

His phone buzzed. He switched back to the text message screen. “There in 15.” Another buzz. “Leave the side door unlocked I’ll let myself in.”

A good father would not do what he was doing, would not betray his daughter’s trust like this. But Mark was not a good father. At least Olivia was away at college. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Yet… he admitted to himself, it was fucked up, he’d known Dani since she adolescence, back when she went by Danielle, and was a good kid.

He flipped back to the photo of her, naked, horny, her look of lustful need, there for him. “What went wrong?” Mark wondered.

Mf – Ship Control part 3- MC, humiliation, Public nudity

Forward – This was written on commission for “Yuna”, who wanted me to post it and tell the world that she paid for it with her dignity and by doing things on cam that would shame her parents for a man she has never, and will never, meet.

It’s not my normal thing but I had fun writing it and I think maybe it could be part of a larger series. It’s heavy on the mind control and dub con themes, so reader be wary.

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Yuna was lazy in bed the next day, mostly thinking about the pool party. Some part of her knew she shouldn’t go. As impossible as it was, this Henry, this sexy American man, seemed to be able to control peoples minds. HAD controlled her mind. It was stupid to go. Foolish. She was crazy for even considering it.

He had made her show off her breasts to a roaring crowd and make out with one of her best friends, who she secretly had a crush on and which, admittedly, had been amazing. But that was from a distance. No, she needed to skip it. Had to skip it. She really should just stay in her cabin and hide until this cruise was over. After all, what might he do to her up close. What might he do to her in front of her friends. Or . . .

Craving

My whole body warm from the thoughts I want his attention he is next to me but he doesnt reciprocate my love, and I feel distant though all I can think about is my pussy buried on you the new experience of orgasms during our sex with out toys. Its new. Wishing that I wasnt tied. The risk of your cum inside me is a thrill. Youre hands set fire to my body like their imprinting on my skin. Making me yours in so many ways. Yet I want a texting friend because sex is just sex and im missing the emotional connection from you I wish you had for me.