My Personal Show Part 2 [MFF] [voyeur]

I was severely disappointed when the blinds closed. I needed to know what happened in that room. My toy was dripping wet with my anticipation but I never got to see the real show.

I called up Chad the next day. While he was not entirely satisfying, he was good for a long cock and a couple of thrusts. I needed someone in me. He came over after work and took a shot of cheap whiskey. I came out of the bathroom in my underwear to inspire him to get hard. He fumbled at taking off his shirt and pants. His hard cock pressed against his boxers and I knew he was ready to go. I had warmed myself up all day with Mr. Buzz while working. He pushed me against the bed and spread my legs. Chad does not last long, but I knew if I edged myself all day when it gets in me, I will explode. He rubbed his hard cock against my dripping lips and thrusted in. He had no tact but I just needed him in me. I felt his cock go in deep. He was a shallow, thoughtless, vapid human, but his inadequacy in mind was made up for in his pants, but only for 3 minutes. He pawed and mauled at my breasts as he held my legs open. He began to breath quickly and I knew it was time. I sat up a little, grabbed his bare ass and thrust back into him as I could feel his hot cum shoot into me. I let go and he pulled out. Hot, white cum dripped down my leg. “You don’t need to stay” I told him.

What queers used to call doing it army style

Warning:

This is a story about a very bad time in the language of that time, and not for the sensitive.

You’d talk like this too if you lived back then.

Historical background:

1959. You are queer and you got drafted. You’re in the Cold War “peacetime” US Army.

When two queers do it, that is two criminals committing a felony. At 18 you have done it a few times. It is considered so unmentionably disgusting that no one normal talks about at all, not even to say how bad it is.

You also did it once with a girl and didn’t care for it.

Drafted. Every healthy working class young man gets drafted. Queer? Mention it and you’ll never get a job, so you play it cool and do your time like any normal guy. And you look like a normal guy.

The story:

You just finished basic training at Fort Dix New Jersey, and you’re on three day leave in New York City with a bunch of buddies in the same situation. Unlike them (in addition to being queer) you are from the City.

My Personal Show [MFF] [voyeur] [oral]

I always thought that the apartment complex that I lived in was always too close to the next building. I lived on the 27th floor and found it way too easy to peek into other people’s lives. I worked from home so it was a past time of mine to see the world of others. I was able to see those who were up late, those who were up early, those who had a lot of parties and even if I got lucky, watch others who were getting lucky.

Now I never intended to be a voyeur, but sex was incredibly interesting to me. I enjoy getting fucked like the next person, but seeing the intimate secrets others hold is exciting. Because I was up so high, I could see others, but very few could see me.

Please vote: what would you like to see me write about next?

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A. A threesome. MMF or FFM, your choice.
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Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 3-4 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly by DiscipleN


[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

Chapter 3

I woke naked, my torso limp across the kitchen table. A familiar discomfort filled my cunt. It was the only part of me he hadn’t bruised.

“Damn, this pussy is worth every fucking cop out looking for me.” Terry sat across two chairs, leaning back. My ass sat on his crotch. He had had to pull his belly up to make room for me. Both of us could feel the wetness between our tender organs. The oven clock said it was 1:33 am. “I can feel you moving.”

I burst into tears. “What did you do with my family?”

“They’re fine. I checked on them an hour ago.” Was he implying he’d had his dick in me for an hour?

“Let me see them. Please, Terry!”

RUNNING FROM A RAINSTORM [MF] [oral] [squirt] [creampie] [swallow]

A year ago, a woman approached me at the gym. “Love your shirt,” she said. I thanked her, introduced myself, and then went back to my workout. But every time I saw Melissa, I’d wave. Finally, I struck up a conversation. We chatted for a while, made plans to get coffee, went out on said coffee said, and hit it off. Soon, we were holding hands, kissing, flirting over text message.

And then, abruptly, it stopped. She apologized and said she was going back to her ex to give it one more chance. It felt like a punch to the gut. Just as I was starting to have feelings for her. Just as I was started to wonder what her lips felt like on my cock, what her pussy felt like, tasted it. How she squirmed or moaned when she orgasmed. I thought about it all.

I told her it was fine. I understood. But there was this incredible sexual tension that remained. We’d still kind of flirt with one another. And then, things with her ex took a turn for the worse. They were fighting again and decided to take some time. A month off, exactly. And during that time, all bets were off. And so, Melissa texted me. We got dinner, caught up, took a little walk and then made our way back to her car, which happened to be parked near my house.

Lyra’s Erotic Frolic with a Fairy

Lyra’s Erotic Frolic with a Fairy

C.C. Steiner.

*She could see through him, the dust floating inside his body like if the millions and millions of stars in the night-sky swam instead of staying put. Despite all this, he was a solid enough presence that she felt it as if he were a regular man. He was much taller and wider than her, and his face was both beautiful and plain at the same time. His head had horn-like points on the back. She couldn’t quite explain it but she was attracted to him. Him standing there, completely still…*

*1. An Introduction to Fairies*

*Fairies are curious creatures, possessing intelligence nearing to that of a human, but they lack the ability to communicate with us. It is unknown how they communicate with each other, or if they even communicate at all, no two have ever been seen together. They are an introverted creature, residing in a glade – a small forested enclosure similar in nature to that of a birds nest, but far more magical in nature – and they lure passers in by the magical glowing aura surrounding it. One could easily withstand it if they know what to expect, but caught by surprise their magic acts as a siren song to passers by.*

A safe space in outer space [ff][Les][sci-fi][preg]

”If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.” The old black and white movie played in all its remastered holographic glory as Xercia ran her fingers through Lara’s hair. Lara let out a sigh of longing as she watched the doomed romance play out and just enjoyed Xercia’s caresses. Xercia had been the most welcoming alien she had encountered on her little trip, welcoming her with open arms and a lot of affection. It was almost like having a sister, a best friend and a sworn confidant all rolled into one. Xercia was the only one Lara had stayed with longer than her usual 3 weeks, she just didn’t feel like moving on, the Uhgryath’s culture was so rich and welcoming and Xercia even showed interest in earth culture.

“It’s sad it has to end like that.” Xercia said in her usual raspy voice, she was speaking Terran standard, she had known a little Terran standard before Lara had arrived but had studied diligently since then and was pretty much fluid now. “I would never wish to give up someone that meant that much to me.”

Selena’s Book of Shadows

The end of the day was creeping ever nearer and Kate couldn’t wait. All day she had eyed the clock on the other side of her uncle’s antique shop rolling her fingers on the side of the cash register. “5:00 pm”, it displayed seemingly teasing her as the last thirty minutes of her shift slowed to a crawl. She couldn’t complain too much since it helped pay for college and it was only for the summer after all.

The store was all but vacant, so Kate walked around to check things out. It had been a year after all since she had started and there were possibly new items she had yet seen. As she neared the back, a black Gothic antique mirror caught her eye. It was a full-length mirror nearing her height from the floor and had cobras carved into the sides.

Megan’s Slutty Adventures: Reminiscing about college

Ok… so me and my friend Shane would go to parties a lot. Together. We weren’t dating but we were fuck buddy’s. We would go together, but leave with whoever we wanted. I would try to hook him up with girls and he would try to do the same for me with guys. Or we would just both bring home a girl to share.

My favorite thing to do would be to dance on them. Push my ass against there cock. I would always wait until I felt it and make sure it was big enough. Once I felt it hard I would just turn around and start making out with them. It usually didn’t take much more to take them back to my dorm room. Some of the guys would even start fingering me right there in front of everyone. God I used to get so wet. Sometimes when I knew I wanted two of them, I would pull a guy towards me and dance on both of them at once. One in front and one behind. The one in front of I would reach down and make sure he had a big enough cock.