Revenge for the past, male’s POV [mf] [huml] [Mdom] [Fsub] [Str8] [bd] [nc] [prost]

I wrote this story in two POVs, right now you’re reading the male/dom one. Link to the female/sub version will be in the comments.

Disclaimer: I don’t condone violence against sex workers.

All characters are 18+

Enjoy!

It’s my first time walking through this part of town: there are prostitutes dancing behind windows everywhere. It’s not like I came here for that, I get plenty of attention from “real girls” (at least, now I do), but my new friend lives around here and we’ve decided to hang out tonight. I make my way through the street, enjoying the view of attractive half-naked women, when suddenly, I see a familiar face. I walk closer to her window, trying to have a name pop up in my head. Wait, is that? Hah, no it couldn’t be, right? I smirk and wave at her. She doesn’t seem to recognize me. Hm, reasonable prices. I decide to text my friend I’ll be a little later.

This girl, Susie, used to bully and torment me relentlessly. Maybe she doesn’t recognize me because I’ve lost a lot of weight, she used to bully me because I was fat. Anyways, it looks like I’ll get my revenge today.

Revenge for the past, female’s POV [mf] [huml] [Mdom] [Fsub] [Str8] [bd] [nc] [prost]

I wrote this story in two POVs, right now you’re reading the female/sub one. Link to the male/dom version will be in the comments.

Disclaimer: I don’t condone violence against sex workers.

All characters are 18+

Enjoy!

Tonight is just another night of being a sex worker. It’s easy money, honestly. Nothing exciting ever happens, though. I dance seductively behind the window, there are people walking on the other side. Most of them look at me, some of them are with their girlfriends. Whenever a man who’s holding hands with a girl, looks at me, I yell “I can fuck you better than your girlfriend!~”, which is true, ofcourse. The girlfriend usually ends up getting mad at the boyfriend. Oh, how I love a bit of competition. But the boyfriend never comes to me for a night. I guess that’s because of “love”.

A daydream [TM][gangbang][cuckold]

This is a daydream I had. So that makes it fiction which is why I post it here.

A little background story: My FWB recently turned into my boyfriend. I am an unouted crossdresser. This is the first time I am out in public. I’m watching my boyfriend’s soccer team dressed as a basic bitch. Sunglasses, jeans, boots. You get the idea. There are a lot of cute guys (25-30) on the field. I mean, they are sweating and competing, that’s kinda hot. One of “my” team’s teammates had a dick that was clearly showing through the shorts. The silhouette was easily visible. That got me dreaming…

After a hard match the team was still chatting on the field. I sneaked into the locker room to suprise my bf and to congratulate him on the great job he did out on the field. He was drying himself after the shower when I found him. His face had a look of “what if someone finds us, knowing full well that the rest of the guys would inevitably show up. I just smiled and put m1y finger on my lips “hush, you did such a good job out there. You deserve a reward” I took his towel, put it aside and started to blow him on my knees. He quickly grew inside of my mouth. The inevitable eventually happened and the team came in, only to see me on my knees servicing one of them.

The Camgirl Part I: The Roommate [F] [M] [Str8] [exh] [voy] [mast]

I: Liam

Liam Greyson looked around as he entered his girlfriend’s apartment, “Hello? Marie?”

No one answered. Maybe she’s in the shower or something.

Closing the door behind him, Liam looked around. Marie’s place was incredible—way nicer than any of the freshman dorms! She had her own kitchen—well, she and her roommates did at least—and it looked like each one of them had their own room. Why had she never invited him here before?

With a sigh, Liam took out his phone to send Marie a text. She had told him the door would be unlocked, but he had assumed that was because she—or someone, at least—would be here.

“Hello?”

Liam looked up at the sound of the perky, feminine voice, and almost dropped his phone. Standing in the doorway of one of the rooms was the reason Marie had never invited him over before.

The girl’s pale skin set off her long mane of radiant, deep blue hair and matching eyes outlined by black eyeliner. She wore only knee-highs an over-sized hoodie that went down to the middle of her toned thighs. A hoodie that Liam knew hid a slim, fit body with a small, nicely rounded ass, and incredibly perky breasts. He assumed this was one of Marie’s roommates, and though he had never met the girl before, Liam had jacked off to her—most recently—two nights ago.

The Hunt Part 5, Clean Up

Recap: The Hunt is an invite only BDSM event where couples and singles find new partners for the event by playing an adult hide and seek with BDSM overtones. Its held on the land of a private alternative lifestyle club in northern Michigan. My wife Harley and I are attending for the first time where I have just left the Hunt with my newly captured prey, a beautiful curvaceous redhead with tribal tattoos and pale skin, leading her by my collar and leash.

The Clean Up

We walked back into the main area after checking in with the Game Warden to record the capture and to grab a few bottles of water. The Game Warden marked down my name and camp location as well as her number. This leads to me realizing as we walked away from the hunting grounds I still didn’t know the name of the woman now mine for the night.

“What’s your name?’ I asked as we walked.

“Whatever you want it to be,” she replied. Her voice was low and smokey but sweet like sultry desire draped in innocence.

Knight’s Vengeance II [FF] [Fantasy]

When she came to, Veronica Kalm kept quiet and calm. The rustling of a horses carriage kept a consistent sound, but she couldn’t see a thing. Nor could she move. Struggling ever so slightly, the knight-errant found herself bound wrist-to-ankle behind her back and head covered with what smelled and felt like a coarse burlap sack. What a way to get caught.

As reality seeped in, she felt the tingling swell of pain on the back of her head. Really, *what a way to get caught, Veronica,* she thought to herself. Sensations snuck to her senses, as she felt it was cold, probably still night, and someone was speaking.

“Really, what a way to get caught. I can’t believe we had to ride all the way out to Perish to catch her. Really, was it worth it?” A male voice said, disembodied to the knight.

“Are you really asking if this was worth it?” Another answered. Neither voiced had Veronica heard before.

“I mean, why not let her just, you know, go? Soldiers desert all the time.” The other said, cracking the reins of the horses.

[FFM] ForMyWife – The Snuggle

I’ve written a few fantasy stories to share with my wife. This is the first creative anything I’ve ever shared with the internet.

“You know the rules. Keep your hands to yourself in there.” I say as you both walk into the bathroom. 

You had her over to help in the garden while I was out. You hang up your towels and start the shower. While hot and sweaty can be sexy, we had a feeling our tongues would appreciate cleanliness. You step into the shower first and she follows. You can feel her watching you as you wet your hair.  When you switch spots she turns her ass toward you and you feel it barely brush your hip. You look up at her and watch while she runs her hands through her hair. She turns to face you and between the water flowing down her face you notice her eyes on your chest. She notices your cute little nipples and wonders how they will feel in her mouth today. You feel a slight warming tingle between your legs knowing she is thinking something dirty about you.

Maxine and Blue [straight] [fiction] [infidelity] [furry fandom]

CHAPTER 1

My pal and co-worker Linus was doubting his suitability as a husband about a month ago, but after learning to see things differently, he now happily brings his wife’s dog to work. A dog named Blue, who happens to be a rather studly, slim, Caucasian male, late twenties, speaks English with a Russian accent, and is quite disarmingly charming. He’s also pretty good at relating to people, getting on their good side, so his ideas in public relations have helped our PR firm deal with two major incidents (and I mean bad ones) that two of our Fortune 500 clients had found themselves embroiled in. Linus has ended up needing Blue almost as much as his wife Maxine needs the stud.

Where and when did this all start, you ask? Like any decent, modern day love triangle, the seeds of it were sown in cyberspace; more specifically, a phone app called Furry Friends Finder (FFF). You guessed it. It’s a social media app for locating and interacting with people who are part of the furry fandom. Maxine is into this stuff and Linus knows it. Long before they got to dating, Maxine was known for dressing up in a furry costume on Halloween and was always a reindeer on Christmas. She stopped dressing up furry as soon as she started going to college, which was where she met Linus, but her love for all things furry didn’t fade. Screen wallpapers, phone covers, car seat covers, shoes, bags, beddings, furniture, kitchen utensils – the list goes on. Fur everywhere, every day for that lady.

Regifted [MF] [hotwife]

It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. I do, but sometimes I wish we could just skip the games. A nice dinner out, followed by a good fuck, is just fine in my book. Even a quickie, before dining out, would be enough for me on occasion. My husband, on the other hand? He likes to play. He always has something up his sleeve. God bless him, he does keep things interesting.

I scan the dimly lit lounge, as I wait for him. The room bustles with activity, while a light jazz music cascades through the room, keeping a relaxed atmosphere. Candles on the tables, flicker warmly upon the faces of the diners.

My attention is drawn to an older couple sharing a laugh. There’s a lot of stories behind that relationship, I’m sure. They look as if they’ve been together for a lifetime and would stay together for another lifetime, if they get the chance.

I hope we still have that connection in our golden years.

New Roommate [FF] [Les] [oral]

This story was written for the following prompt: “I-I have to… you know… t-touch myself… five times a day… or else I start to have… symptoms…” she awkwardly confessed to her newly appointed roommate.

Part 1.

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Jessica blinked owlishly, staring at the girl’s embarrassed face, unable to quite believe her ears. “You mean like…?” She curled her fingers in a come-hither motion, and her new roommate’s face went an even brighter shade of pink as she nodded. “Five times?”

“Yes…” It looked like she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Jessica felt bad pushing the girl on something she was obviously mortified about, but as her shock faded she was incredibly curious.

“Like, you have to-” she wiggled her fingers again, “five separate times, or just y’know, *finish* five times?”

“Um…” Her cheeks burned. “… separate…” She struggled to regain some amount of her composure, turning away from Jessica’s gaze. “It’s really hard on my schedule…”

“I can- actually, no, I can’t imagine, but that sounds like it sucks.” Jessica rubbed the back of her head. “What kind of symptoms…?”