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SHE HAD TURNED INTO A SLUT [mf] [mast] [anal] [facefuck] [tit fuck] [facial] [swallow]

Ten years ago, Joe and Mily worked out at this neighborhood gym. Their friendship was limited to encounters at the gym, but he always thought she was sexy. Sometimes, they’d bump into each other at the neighborhood bars and they’d chat, but he never mustered the courage to ask her out. Still though, because they rolled in similar social networks, they were Facebook friends.

And then, one day, Mily was gone. She had taken a job offer in California, and so, he simply admired her from afar — on Facebook and Instagram.

Over the years, he noticed Mily was changing from the cute, timid girl next door to a full blown Instagram slut—posting revealing photos, begging for attention.

After a quick Google search, he made a stunning discovery. Mily was working as a private escort. His cock throbbed every time she added a new photo on Instagram—usually, something in her underwear or a thong bikini. Mily was a thicker women, not afraid of her huge tits or fat ass. She had curves. She was amazing!

“So,” he wrote, sending her a DM. “I’ll be in California next month for three days. If you’re around …” Read more »

Late Nights for Dani [Str8]

The air is brisk on her neck as the car door shuts behind her, the knot in her stomach hadn’t lifted on the drive over as she had hoped. The potential of a new job made her nervous, new responsibilities, new people to befriend, and a new boss to analyze her. She had the experience, the references and the drive that anyone should approve of, she kept telling herself the job was as good as hers. She shuffled her blouse and covered the little black lace that was peeking out against her cleavage. She looked like she belonged in the building, hair in a neat bun, flawless blouse that accentuated her breasts, and her pencil dress that hugged her just like she wanted it to.

The parking garage was full of heels clicking on concrete as she headed toward the elevator, she repeated and repeated interview questions in her head as the doors closed and she headed toward the 14th floor. Read more »

[MF] The Red Dress

The bachelorette party required that all women attending wore red. I loved that color but I didn’t wear it much. For work I never did (unless it was lingerie out of view which never failed to put an extra kick on my step) and seldom when going out. Still, I did have a few pieces for more intimate settings. So, for my friend’s au revoir to single’s life, I chose my tightest red dress. In for a penny…

I put on the red silky panties, those with a golden ring by my hip bones, and a matching red bra with white lace. Then I slipped into the dress, with its knee length, high neck and French length sleeves. Twisting and feeling like a Cirque du Soleil performer I managed to pull up the zipper on the back. I studied my shoe shelves pondering the heels to wear. It was a garden party (which kind of killed the odds for a male stripper, darn) so I decided to downplay it wearing the flower printed canvas pumps which weren’t as prim as one would think. I put them on and checked myself on the mirror. Oh, the memories this brought! I pulled my phone from my purse and took several pics that immediately I messaged you. I knew exactly what they would do to you, knew to the minimum detail the images they would bring forward, and relished the uncomfortable moments that you’d have at work if you opened my text in public. I dearly wished it was so, couldn’t wait for you to plot a revenge, like the previous time I had worn this very same dress. Read more »

Say it again

*Continuation of The Relationship. Accidentally deleted this story, reposting. First post available in comments.*

*While not critical to understanding the story, Part One provides helpful context as it contains the back story of the two of them and sets the tone for the fly on the wall experience you will enjoy below.*

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“Say it again”, his whisper pierced the stillness of the hotel room.

“Say what?” Stella giggled, the coy edge of her seductive smile giving away how delighted she was to finally have something he wanted to hear.

But Levi was in no mood. He grabbed her wrists, tenderly, but intently. Looking just underneath her eyes in that sore, pleading way he doesn’t know that he doesn’t know how to fake. It caught Stella off guard. Could she be the first to have told him this?

Let’s go back to where it started. The parking lot of the Billings, Montana airport Hilton.

Levi’s damp curls stretched to the middle of his shoulders. His hair was sopping wet, even though he’d tried to avoid getting water on it in the shower. He just wanted to look his best so Stella would have a good parting image of him when he dropped her off. Read more »

[MF][cuck][voy] We’ve been over this already, I’m not going to sleep with your boyfriend

“We’ve been over this already, I’m not going to sleep with your boyfriend” I tell Jenny.

“Come on Claire, I don’t need you to go all the way. I just need evidence” she replies.

“Do you remember what happened when you hacked into Ben’s email? He stopped trusting you after that”.

“I was wrong then, but I know for sure this-” she pleads.

“And when you broke into Josh’s phone” I cut her off, “and when you tailed Ollie”.

“I know I haven’t always been right, but I won’t be able to trust him otherwise”, I can almost see the tears in her eyes.

I had invited Jenny over to my place because she said her relationship with Greg was falling apart. She was overly paranoid about relationships in general, but she had been burned in the past. We have been friends since we were in school, I had seen the scumbags cheating on her in the past. Perhaps it wasn’t so crazy to do this one small thing for a long time friend.

“Ok, sure, I’ll do it” I say as I pull her in for a hug. Read more »

And yet, I Reach. [straight]

And yet, I reach.

She tell me to grip harder; but it’s your hair I’m pulling, not hers. Your lips I’m tasting, your cunt I’m feeling.

It’s not healthy for me: this obsession over you. This uncontrollable feeling I have when I see the scars you left, scratches down my back. It’s a rune you’ve carved into me; a curse you’ve bestowed upon me. I’m unapologetically yours.

Oh and I’m trying hard to get you out of my mind. It’s not like it’s difficult for me to get dates; and I have dated. I’ve bought her drinks, I’ve even had stimulating conversations with her. She probably thinks we’re compatible too.

When the night is late, I’ll even lean in for the kiss. I’ll tell her how much fun I’ve had. I’ll invite her back to my place.

When we end up at my place, I’ll entertain. I’ll play her songs I wrote for you, about you. She usually just tells me they’re sad, or sexy, or both. She’ll probably ask for another drink, or sometimes we’re sparking up a J on my porch. Read more »

Say it again

*Continuation of The Relationship, first post in available comments.*

*While not critical to understanding the story, Part One provides helpful context as it provides the back story of the two of them and sets the tone for the fly on the wall experience you will enjoy below.*

***

“Say it again”, his whisper pierced the stillness of the hotel room.

“Say what?” Stella giggled, the coy edge of her seductive smile giving away how delighted she was to finally have something he wanted to hear.

But Levi was in no mood. He grabbed her wrists, tenderly, but intently. Looking just underneath her eyes in that sore, pleading way he doesn’t know that he doesn’t know how to fake. It caught Stella off guard. Could she be the first to have told him this?

Let’s go back to where it started. The parking lot of the Billings, Montana airport Hilton.

Levi’s corkscrew curls stretched to the middle of his shoulders. His hair was still wet, he wanted to look his best so Stella would have a parting final image of him as he dropped her off. Read more »

Stories for Kaila

You roll over in the morning, sun glinting through the blinds only to realize that your legs are meeting some kind of resistance. As your body adjusts to being awake you slowly realize that there’s a heat coming from between your thighs. A slight moan escapes from your lips as you feel my tongue sliding up and down your clit and the pleasure pushes the morning haze from your mind. Hearing your moan I stop for a moment to say,
“Good morning.”
Returning to your pussy, the pressure on your clit forces you to groan and push up against the pillows. Feeling the pressure and heat of my body and face against your throbbing lips, a smile escapes your lips as you moan out,
“Good morning, what’re you doing?”
“Exactly what it looks like.”
Returning to your body I peel back the hood of your clit and apply more pressure eliciting a low moan from your lips. After holding your body down for several more minutes you groan out the phrase that I love to hear, “don’t stop.” Read more »