Building confidence [mf][inc]

“Maybe this was a bad idea.” Will muttered as he shuffled nervously outside of the door to her room.

“Look it’ll be fine.” Dawn dawn called from behind the door. “None of your classmates know me anyway so they’ll never know I’m your sister.” She beamed as she opened the door and beamed to him. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed off her curves nicely and showed a lot of her ample cleavage. “I’ll just be your mysterious hot date.” She grinned without noticing how Will flushed when he looked her over. “Now come on, dad said he’ll let you borrow the car as long as you promise to stay away from the punch.”

Will pulled the car into one of the parking spaces furthest from the dance hall and killed the engine. His hands fell into his lap as he just looked out of the window towards the lights and noise of the dance hall.

“Hey.” Dawn said as she took his hand and gave it a little squeeze. “It’ll be fine okay?” She said in a soothing voice. “We’ll just sit here for a while okay? Until you feel ready, no pressure.” She pulled his hand up and gave it a small kiss. “Take your time, I’m here for you.”

One variation on my most enduring desire

I want my SO and his two friends to fuck me. They drive me insane with lust. I get stupid wet every time we hang out. I feel dick drunk just talking to them, and I’m constantly giggling and smiling at everything they say. I love teasing them with slutty outfits. Thankfully, SO gets a kick out of it too, but he has recently revealed that it’s only a fantasy and he isn’t willing to share me with them in reality – such a shame.

This is how I’d want it to go:

We broach the topic after hanging out with them for a day, in the form of me stating that doing something with all three of them is one of my ultimate fantasies. They press for more detail, and I tell them a bit of what’s in this post. </recursion loop> I’m incredibly relieved and turned on that they seem into the idea. I assure them that it won’t be weird, and that it’s hot to me because they’re his best friends, and I consider them my friends, and I’m attracted to them. I really relish the new yet familiar eyecontact between us in the aftermath.

On call Pt. 2 [FM] [Female POV] [Older Man]

^(Surely he will leave soon. I wish he would go soon so I could alleviate the tension I’m feeling. I’m sure I’ll come within seconds of touching my clit, my panties feel wet and I’m fairly sure the temperature between my legs has gone up a few degrees. Once he’s gone I can lie back on the bed and imagine him on top of me.)

He clears his throat. “Well, you have got work to do I can see. I don’t want to keep you from it” *Damn right. Now fuck off so I can masturbate about you.* “I’ll get going, I’ll be back around 7:30 tomorrow morning. Is there anything you need cleared up before the night?

*Yeah I need to decide if I want to start right here on the chair when you’re gone or if I should lie down on the bed first before I make myself come.* He starts to get up. I take care not to look at him standing up, crotch again at my eye level. I’m dying to sneak a peek. Would I be able to see a bulge? Is he hard right now? Polite smile back on my face, eyes fixed to my screen.

On call Pt. 1 [FM] [Female POV] [Older Man]

It’s not straightforward being a junior doctor. As I sit down in the on call room with my fourth cup of coffee since I woke up at dinner time, I reside the old mantra “this too shall pass, just get through this shift”. I hate night shifts.

It helps that this shift is on the stroke ward. And I know stroke pretty well, so at least I can enjoy that, knowing that whatever comes up will be easy for me. I’ve worked here for nearly a year and know the ward in and out, and I know all the patients on it tonight. No one is acutely ill, and there is cake in the break room. Also helps that the attending tonight is Ray Walker, the most recent hire in the department. Tall dark haired and classically handsome and annoyingly friendly, he’s loved by everyone. Especially the ladies. I need to be careful because I know he’s aware of it. I’ve made extensive effort to not show any sign of attraction around him, knowing that would not be helpful for anyone, since we need to work together. Any sort of office romance can quickly end in someone getting fired in this line of work, and I know full well that if a young female resident and a senior attending have a fling, it’s easy for the department to decide which one to fire.

FATHER’S DAY THROAT FUCK [brutal] [facefuck] [sloppy] [facial] [mast] [squirt]

Jeremy liked to be used. He liked the idea of having his orgasms withheld for days or even weeks while his wife barked out sexual orders to him. He was at her service and lived truly by the cliche happy wife, happy life motto. No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, if she turned to him and said, “Make me cum,” he jumped to work. It was always one sided. And he loved it. Fingering her in the movie theatre or going down on her in the kitchen when the kids took the dog around the block.

He loved hoisting her up on the kitchen island, spreading her legs and sucking her clit until she came. And then, minutes later, the kids would rush in as if nothing had happened, his face wet from her pussy juices. He’d dip into the bathroom to wash his face and then they’d smirk at each other all evening.

Of course, she would take care of him, too. In fact, she wanted to fuck him more frequently than they did — but that was part of his kink. Being withheld. He would all but cum his pants from excitement when he would ask her and she would decline him and wag her finger ‘no’ while doing something provocative like deep throat a popsicle.

On Her Own, Part 1 [MF]

Lily was only 19, and new to the city. She had been one of the best students in her class, but she never had the chance to apply for colleges. Her father had passed on when she was only 7; her mother struggled with cancer for years. Lily learned to take care of her mother, and eventually got a job at a cafe when she was a senior in high school. Her mother’s disability checks, her father’s life insurance, and this meager income were hardly enough in the face of mammoth hospital bills and the cost of living for two people. After she graduated from high school, she had no hope of leaving her mother to go to college. She took on as many extra hours at the cafe as they’d give her, and spent the rest of her time looking after her mother.

When her mother died last year, she couldn’t afford to stay at the small rural house she’d grown up in. She found an apartment within easy walking distance from the cafe where she worked. She kept her car, but tried not to drive it much; gas and maintenance were expensive on her budget. She still got monthly payouts from her parents’ insurance, otherwise she couldn’t even afford the apartment. She had wanted to find a roommate, but she didn’t really have any friends. She hadn’t had time for fun, only school and work and tending to her mother.

JUST ONE THING … I’M NOT GOING TO FUCK YOU [stoned sex] [mast] [oral] [facial]

Ronnie and Joe were old camp friends. He hadn’t seen or talked much with her in over a decade, but suddenly, she found herself being relocated to Boulder. She knew nobody … except for Joe, who had recently moved there himself. And so, she sent him a message via Facebook and asked if they could catch up.

The reunion was mostly unremarkable. They got sushi. They had a few drinks. The conversation was awkward. A few camp memories. A little small talk about the weather and legal pot. And then, they talked about her work. If this had been a date, there would not be a second one. But Joe felt bad for Ronnie. She was new to town and didn’t know anyone.

After dinner, they walked to their cars. They said they’d get together soon, but honestly, he didn’t care one way or the other. A month passed and then another and gradually, Joe kind of forgot about Ronnie. But by the look of things, at least via social media, she was adjusting.

“Do you think this girl is cute?” Ronnie asked via text. A photo appeared. The woman was not cute. He answered honestly: “No. Why? Who is she?”

[MF] A NUDE MODEL GAVE ME THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!

This is a long one so buckle up.

I’m an average looking brown dude which means that I’m about a 4, but I’m tall so I’m more like 6, unless I’m talking to a racist in which case my number never gets above -1. But I’m confident and funny so once I get into a conversation with a girl I can get my number up to 8.5 if I have enough time. That’s the thing, I need time. I bring this up because I have some good looking guy friends and I’ve watched girls in bars literally make out with them without ever exchanging a word. This never happens to me. I have to talk my way into pussy which is what this story is about. It’s about the long game.

**My Backstory:** I get no swipes on tinder. Zero. Brown guys are invisible to pretty white girls. But like my immigrant brethren before me, I persisted in this unfamiliar land and I managed to find a way. I learned to flirt by watching Craig Ferguson clips on Youtube. I was always good at getting laughs from girls but not “sexy guy” laughs, more like “goofy guy” laughs. When you’re goofy, it’s hard not to be goofy. I’m not sure why but watching Craig Ferguson clips taught me how to be sexy-funny instead of goofy-funny. It sounds crazy but if it were not for Craig Ferguson I might still be a virgin to this day.

I’M FLATTERED, BUT NO, PT. 2 [mf] [oral] [swallow] [quickie]

It was actually quite nice to have a regular sex partner who lived so close. Guaranteed sex virtually any time I wanted. All I had to do was text.

“You around?” I’d ask.

It meant one thing and one thing only: I want to fuck you.

One afternoon, as I was walking into the building, I saw her in the hallway. She was coming back from the mailroom and stopped when she saw me.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey!” She said back.

We lingered, looking at one another. I smiled. And then, she smiled. Finally, she licked her lips, closed her eyes, glanced at her phone and exhaled.

“I have 15 minutes,” she said, smirking devilishly.

“Haha, okay.”

We rushed into her apartment. She threw the pile of mail onto the floor. I stepped up behind her and slowly started to undress her, trying to lift off her top.

“No time for that. Seriously. My friends are picking me up in 15 minutes. Just, here …”

Family vacation [MF][inc][preg]

Nothing had seemed out of order at first, you took a family vacation every few years, this time your sister had insisted on traveling to France pretty late in the season, sure it was usually more than just you and your sister going, but nothing seemed really out of order.

Admittedly the ‘talks’ probably should have tipped you off sooner. Questions about how active your sex life was, if you were making sure to practice safe sex, if you had caught any STDs, all stuff she usually preferred not to know about. She had also told you to pack for fun but also specifically that you shouldn’t pack any condoms since you wouldn’t have time to go hunting for French girls.

Or maybe the fact that she clung pretty tightly to your arm at the airport, and spent most of the flight sleeping on your shoulder with one hand on your thigh, But truth be told you just figured that she needed some time away from her big empty apartment, she had had it a bit rough since her longtime boyfriend left her for a mutual friend of theirs.