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She needed this (M+/f, nc, gloryhole)

She pulled the car into the back parking lot, tucking it away in the furthest corner away from the view from the street. She looked around nervously before putting on her sunglasses, looking at herself in her vanity mirror. She fluffed her hair, smacking her lips together as her heart hammered and raced in her chest. She had to take deep breaths to slow her pulse, trying to calm herself. She knew she shouldn’t be here, doing this. It was a betrayal to her husband, her family. Everything that she had managed to build up in her life.

And right now, none of that mattered. That was the sad truth. Her kids, her husband, none of them mattered in the moment. This had been building up for years, from vanilla sex, pecks on the check, as the lack of inertia set in and solidified into nothingness. Her soul, or lack of one, had build up a rage, a need, a primal want that couldn’t be denied. And so she found herself outside the adult theater, one which she hadn’t been inside for nearly 10 years. Where an old “friend” had brought her, then left her, drunk. She had been dating Paul then, now her husband, and she had “gone out of town”, to meet up with her friend. The one who knew the darkness within her, that knew of her abuse, that touched parts of her that she hated and yet, made her more alive than anything else. When she woke, defiled by who knows how many men, she was thankful that somehow she didn’t have any serious STD’s but she had caught something. A daughter. Paul had been so happy, he quickly proposed. No one would never know it wasn’t his. Read more »

Unexpected (part 1)

It began with a teasing comment. Some offhand remark about being blindfolded and exposed. Not allowed to talk, not knowing where he was or what would happen. The sexual thrill of the unknown.

“Do you think you could do that? Not ask questions?” He’d said with a chuckle, knowing he was pushing my buttons.

I raised him with a playful glare, a challenge and the conversation was forgotten. Or so I’d thought.

“I have a task for you. Will you do it?”

The message came a few weeks later.

“What do you want?” I’d fired back, excited for a new challenge.

“No, you have to agree first. Do you trust me?”

“Of course. Yes.”

“Good girl.” Now he was just playing dirty. He knew exactly what those words did to me.

“I want you to be ready in 2 hours. Leave your doors open. I want you shaven, soft and completely bare. First part of the task, I want you to have ear plugs in and to be blindfolded, kneel with your ass to the door presenting yourself. Do not move or look. Don’t talk. Just wait. Do you trust me?” Read more »

Alone with Missy for the first time!

The minute I was alone with Missy in my room, I walked up to her, and without a word, I started kissing her. I put one hand on her pussy and lifted her up and then held her by her cute little ass and kissed her with pure unadulterated lust—my tongue in her mouth, my lips on her lips and my teeth on her neck.

I proceeded to take her top off, unhooked her bra, and then I let my warm breath harden her nipples. I wanted them nice and hard for me. I started kissing her tits, circling her nipples but not licking them or kissing them yet. I wanted her to want me. I wanted to tease her. I wanted her to wait. I then began pinching her nipples. Occasionally and slightly slapping her tits but I still made sure I didn’t lick them or suck on them. I wanted to tease her more. Read more »

Never clean again (M+/f, NC)

She sat in the shower, the room thick with steam, as near scalding water poured over her naked body. Her normally pale skin was bright pink, almost glowing, as heat rained down on her. She sobbed clutching her legs, oblivious to it all however, lost in her own swirling thoughts and the ever maddening buzzing of her phone on the sink. As if to punish her, it buzzed several times in a row, accompanied by dings of the messenger app.

The images of the night before wouldn’t leave her mind, nor would what she had saw on her phone. She had always been a good girl, faithful, playful perhaps but never dirty. She had had only one boyfriend in High School and while they had fooled around, she had never slept with him. It was old fashioned perhaps but in her mind, that was a gift to give her husband, or at least someone she thought could someday be her husband.

She had been so excited the night before, her first college party. She had worn a pretty dress, nothing to skimpy but she did expect or hope to turn some heads. Moving to the city, starting her degree, all this had been her first real taste of freedom and the real world, outside the bubble and safety net of her small town. She had headed out with friends, ready to tick off another first. Read more »

As dirty as you like it

It began as most bad decisions do, at a party that’s just a little bit too nice for her. She hadn’t snuck in, she’s been invited but probably more as a curious conversation piece than anything else. Her form fitting, silky black gown swished above the floor with every step she took and she looked down nervously. She wore a repurposed formal dress from her not so long-off sorority days. She hadn’t realized how filled out her hips and thighs had become since she started eating again and began working out. She cursed under her breath and muttered “its only been a year” as she watched her beautifully olive-toned right leg burst from her black dress and display itself up to the hip to everyone in the rooftop penthouse. She had to admit, she loved the feeling of power that sprung from this overwhelming feeling of humiliation. She saw herself as an object, “but a pretty object can make men do all sorts of things” she thought to herself. Read more »

The Hall Pt. 1 – Discovering What You Want [M/f] [D/s] [drugs?] [long] [BDSM]

This will be the start of a series, (if people like it) so please leave feedback so I know whether or not to continue. This one is long cause of its introductory nature. The next will pick up super fast. /—————————————-

This whole week has been so dull. Nothing eventful, nothing interesting, just so utterly unexciting. Work, meeting after meeting, on repeat each day. I’m thankful it’s Friday night and I won’t have to check an email or sit in on another meeting until Monday. It certainly pays the bills, but it is tediously draining. That’s why I spend most Friday nights at the Hall.

I was headed here regardless, but when I noticed you walking there, too, I felt a bit of my boredom slip away. Few people know about the Hall, but those who do often are interesting in ways of their own. I continue to make my way there, glad to feel intrigued, studying you as you walk. You’re about 12 feet ahead of me. I don’t close the distance any. I try to guess why you are going to the Hall; wondering if it is also to get a little excitement after your own dull week. Read more »

HELD DOWN, PISSED ON, FUCKED [mf] [piss] [anal] [mast] [facefuck] [facial]

She wanted it rough. But every guy she’d ever fucked treated her like a princess. She hated that shit. She wanted to be dragged off the sofa, thrown onto the bed, manhandled. She wanted her legs spread. She wanted to get fucked. Enough with the romance. She wanted her mascara to run. She wanted to gag and choke and drool over a cock being slammed down her throat.

And then, she met Erick at the pool. He was in amazing shape. He was tan, had great, thick hair, and a nice body. His smile made her melt. He asked for her number. They texted. They got coffee. And then, they got drinks.

A few days later, she texted him and asked if he was interested in “hanging out.”

He was.

“I’m tryna fuck,” she said with a winky face emoji.

“I know,” Erick wrote back.

“But like … I mean. F-U-C-K. I wanna be sore tomorrow, you know?”

He didn’t. Read more »

A girls first time [FF]

I’ve always known this girl who was younger than me was into me in an aspirational lesbian way. I was older and one of the only out women on my college campus so there’s always some women that hesitantly want to try out some girl on girl stuff but are a little uncomfortable. I’m very feminine so it surprises other feminine women who thought all lesbians are butch and masculine. Anyways, this one girl in particular had been with me a whole party and invited me to come back to her place to have a drink.

When we got there right as we got through the door she was kind of drunk making her more bold and she told me she had some books I might like in her room. Once we walk in, she comes right beside me and keeps inviting me to sit on the bed. I’m very into her of course but I want to make a little power play and have her ask for it. Eventually I jokingly lean against the wall, “why do you want me on the bed so bad”. Read more »