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Coming Home to My Slut [MF][Fiction]

Hey everybody. This is my very first attempt at smut and I wrote it on a whim for a friend. I would love to hear your thoughts and opinions on it, just don’t be too rough, unless that’s what you’re into.

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I had just spent the last two weeks in New York for a business trip, and the entire time I had only been thinking of what I would do to Grace when I got home. I couldn’t keep my mind from drifting to her moaning as I use her and her gorgeous body, even in the middle of meetings. Usually, we can’t keep our hands off each other, even for a quick trip to the store. Two whole weeks without feeling her warm breath on my skin, without using my little slut’s hair as a handhold, and without caressing her perfect ass while she bounces up and down on me. Some nights I would subdue my horniness with intricate fantasies, but it was never enough, it’s not the same. I want to feel her lips around me, I want her to be my naughty servant and to feel her insides twitch around my cock while deep in pleasure. My sexual drive carried with me throughout the trip and I longed for her moans of pleasure, but first I had to wait. Read more »

How to run a [Harem] out of the local Dairy Queen [MFFFFFF] [vanilla] [first person] [drug use]

**I. Sandy**

I was so burned out after college I ended up doing nothing of value for a whole decade after. Well, I had this dream of becoming a “professional gamer” and so it felt like all the time I spent grinding in various games was time well-spent, but then I found myself in my early-30’s with no job skills or real prospects. I was also incredibly depressed and lonely, having had one relationship with a really hot slightly older woman named Michelle who dumped my ass once she realized how immature I was. Besides Michelle, and by the way it was painful to even think of her name at that time, I had been unlucky in love for the better part of a decade. By the time I took a job at Dairy Queen, just to pay for rent and weed, I hadn’t had sex in three years. Or four, I’d honestly lost count. The work was, to be honest, pretty humiliating overall. I had to wear a stupid uniform and stand for most of the day, and I was always afraid of angering customers or my boss my doing the wrong thing. Over time I got okay at the job, though. Read more »

Softball Trip – My First Lesbian Experience

In my youth I played softball. On one away game 3 of us got stuck in a hotel room together. Normally there’s only 2 to a room but for whatever reason we were under-booked so I ended up sharing a bed with my friend Rachel.

Rachel and I were close friends. The kind of friends that had seen each other change a million times. We spent our summers together swimming at her parents pool, we double dated to the senior prom together etc. You get the idea. We’d been friends a long time. So needless to say when the following happened I was a more than surprised.

I wake up in the middle of the night being spooned by Rachel. Next thing I know her hand is squeezing in underneath my arm and starts to squeeze my breast over my shirt. At first I thought it was a joke. We’ve always joked liked this. Slapping each others ass, grabbing boobs, hell we’d taken showers together.

I didn’t take it seriously until her hand made it’s way underneath my shirt. Then both hands were groping and squeezing my breast. I remember thinking how nice it was to have someone that was gently and knew what she was doing. Unlike many of the guys I’d been with who just try and rip them off. Read more »

100 Days

Tears streamed down my face as my body writhed trying to escape from his hell grip. It felt like an eternity had passed before Master removed his hard cock from my mouth.

“How’d you like that, Kitten?

“I loved it, thank you Master.” In our contract it was agreed that as long as I didn’t have to use our safe word, it was understood that I had to affirm I loved whatever treatment Master had chosen for me.

My body tensed as he gripped my once neatly braided hair, pulling me up from my knees. Thankfully, I found instant relaxation as I breathed in the sandalwood sent that radiated off of Masters neck.

“Don’t move, Kitten.” Turning around, I nervously watched Master stalk across the room to where his wardrobe sat waiting for him.

Sliding his fingers into the vintage handles he swung the doors open, exposing an array of toys. I couldn’t help but notice how gentle he was with an inanimate object. How pathetic, I thought. I’m jealous of a damn wardrobe. He warned me I would want more from him, and that he wouldn’t give me what I longed for. I had to remind myself that this contract was 100 days, and I was only on the 23rd, so I’d better smarten up if I wanted my university degree paid for like he had promised. Read more »

Life Gets Better: Part Two [Busty] [Enhanced Boobs] [Anal] [Interracial] [MF] [Straight Sex]

Brian looked down at Stacy. He couldn’t believe he might be fucking these enormous tits for the last time. The two of them had a good thing going on between them for these past three months. They both had decided not to put a label on their relationship. Instead, they just enjoyed each other’s company as well as fucking each other to the point of exhaustion.

All of that would have to be put on hold for now. Stacy and her ex-husband had agreed to go on a long trip together. It was their last attempt to see if there was anything between them other than a remarkable friendship.

Stacy’s ex-husband, whose name was Michael, knew all about Brian. He also knew that Stacy loved having her big fake tits, fucked by another man. He even knew where she was at this exact moment. That was the thing about being an ex. You had no say in what the other person did, or with who.

“This makes three times now,” Stacy said while she held her huge fake tits together.

Darcy’s Doubts: Day 2 (Part 1) [MT, T-Solo, Oral]

*Bang, bang, bang*

I don’t remember Kyle slamming the door when she left

*Bang, bang, bang*

The hell? Is someone throwing bricks off the roof? Being awoken suddenly is never fun but at least whatever woke me up kept me from suffering anymore at the hands of my own consciousness. I quickly grab some shorts to maintain some modesty and make my way towards the racket. Poking my head into the hall it was obviously coming from the gym.

I took a quick peek at my phone.

“Bitch, it is 5:30!” Ha, classic.

Well, since I’m up mightaswell go check out who’s throwing concrete blocks around. For whatever reason, I knocked on the door, after waiting I felt incredibly stupid and just went in.

It was obvious that a gym was not the first thought for this room. The floor was concrete and the walls brick. There did seem to be some old-school gym mats folded up on the far wall to my left along with a yoga ball and a few other floor exercise items. Straight across from the door was a water cooler. Behind the door was the source of what I was hearing. Read more »

My stepdad

When i was a teenager i would spend summers with my stepdad who lived alone on an 80 acre ranch in EXTREMLEY RURAL texas, my stepdad NEVER wore pants on the ranch just a t shirt ball cap and boots and when i stayed with him i would dress the same and we would drive around on the ranch in his beat up 1976 ford 5-150 with no air conditioning so it was HOT. any similar stories?

My Date with Jess [M/TF][First Trans Experience][Pretty much vanilla]

Pretty fresh out of school, I was pretty naive in peripherals of human sexuality. As the college progressed, I have been with two girls but nothing ridiculous. College was the time when I liked to go out with my buddies, and we’d drink and there was the occasional recreational use of ummm,…let’s say party favors. Obviously, in this age of technology, I resort to my fair share of online pornography as a young man could handle. It was just a matter of time before I got bored of normal porn, started looking out for something out of the ordinary when I stumbled across girls with something extra between their legs. Here were beautiful looking women, juiced up with feminity but instead of a pretty little innie, there were these cocks hanging between their legs. At first, I thought I was bi-curious but when I tried looking at gay porn, it somehow didn’t suit me but I was still fascinated and hooked to Tgirls ever since. That’s where this story started. Read more »