I have always been a bit of a social outcast I suppose. I just never really seemed to fit in with the rest of the world. As a kid I was bullied a lot for being weird, ugly, or fat, and it forced me to be even more antisocial than I already was. By the time I got to high school, I had really grown into myself physically. In fact, it seemed like the older I got, the more attractive I became. With the help of exercise, diet, and a well kept beard to mask my somewhat weak jawline, I had grown to like the way I looked. Unfortunately, the kids that I went to school with still remembered me as the weird fat kid, and it was already too late for me to learn how to properly socialize. After high school, I moved far from my hometown to go to college. I wanted to start fresh somewhere that nobody knew who I was. I made a few friends in college, and even had a few girlfriends for the first time, but one by one those relationships faded away. No matter how hard I tried, I just could not seem to be like everyone else. At first, it made me sad, not being able to fit in. But the more I got used to it, the more that sadness turned into frustration, and anger. I came to accept that I would never have the groups of friends to hang out with on a Friday night, the beautiful wife and kids, or even a consistent sex life. I hated to see all of the people that I had grown up with living their perfect, happy lives while I was stuck on the outside looking in, alone. Worst of all was my younger brother, Ryan. Ryan was always handsome, smart, funny, popular, and athletic. Everyone loved Ryan. I did too of course, but seeing how easy everything was for him made me jealous. He was the star football player in high school, dating the hottest cheerleader, voted prom king, and everyone wanted to be his best friend, while I watched from a lunch table in the corner by myself.
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Blame It On The Moon
How did I get in this position? Here is my amazing lover, partially on top of my left leg as I wake up from my sleep to find her back to me, with my right hand’s middle finger bringing her to many multiple orgasms as I stroke her clit and vagina. God, is she wet (which is her usual disposition).
But, how the hell did all of this begin???? The last I remember was that after numerous orgasms that we jointly worked together to give Artemis, we has fallen asleep from exhaustion. She was to me left and I was against her stunning body, doing my best to stay still so that we both could get some needed rest.
God, I love her body…size C boobs with nipples that love to be licked and pinched, with her beautiful tats all over her soft skin. And, then there is that awesomely wonderful shaved pubic area where I love to go down and pleasure with my mouth, if not with my hand (or both). She’s a squirter, so we always need extra towels around so the bed doesn’t become soaked.
The Quiet Stud [MF] [Oral]
“What’s with that guy in the corner?”
“I don’t know. He’s been working here for years and he’s barely said a word.”
“I’m not sure what to make of him. Word is he’s a bit of a recluse.”
“I hear he has issues…as in, issues that require medication, therapy, and a social worker.”
“I hear he’s just plain fucking weird.”
Hellen Hyland snickered to herself as she heard that all-too-familiar conversation unfold. The company had just had its biweekly meeting. As the young paralegal tasked with handing the boring paperwork, she knew how to fade into the background while the overpaid, overdressed executives discussed the business of the day. However, it was often after the meeting ended that the more interesting conversations emerged.
A frequent subject of those conversations was Terry Rhinehart, the overly quiet man in the neatly-pressed suits who rarely said a word. He rarely had to, for the most part. He was an accountant with the finance department. Much of his day centered around staring at spreadsheets, crunching numbers, and balancing the books. By all accounts, he did that job very well. In fact, Terry might have been the only employee that the director hadn’t yelled at all year.
Not my first erotic story, but my first post here. Feedback welcome! [long]
It was hot. The kind of hot that makes even life-long Floridians like me bitch about the heat.
On days like today, activities outside are limited to being in the pool (not laying out by the pool, physically putting as much of your body inside of the water as possible) or heading to the beach (again, even with an umbrella, it was still bordering on uncomfortable). Without plans on a lazy Saturday afternoon, and feeling “cooped up” after a long week of work, we decided that the latter would be fun and bravely donned our swimsuits before settling into the sweltering car for the less than five-minute ride. Too hot to walk.
The sight of Kelly in a bikini is not one that I’ll ever forget, and our trips to the beach or the pool generally result in a prolonged modeling session where Kelly shows me every nook and cranny of her bikini (no touching allowed) before we go. From the swell of her firm breasts encased in the tight bikini top, to the look of her flat stomach and the silver dolphin that adorns her belly button, to the way that her heart-shaped ass cheeks peek slightly out of the bottoms, we are forced to wait until I can will the tent in my shorts down before making our way.
That freakin’ summer [Step-siblings] [Romance] [lite BDSM] [Older woman]
CHAPTER 1
“Why did she defend me?” Jack said.
“Maybe she likes you?” Antonio said.
“That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.” Jack said.
He turned and gazed out of the detention hall window, to the busy corridor swarming
with kids who were about to leave. It was the last working day of the school. He
began to rewind time in his head, to earlier that day when the gym class had got over.
“That was a good game, people.” coach Anderson turned towards his class with an
approving look.
“Now go hit the showers!” he shouted.
The entire class groaned.
“Nope, not this time I am going to let you go like that.” the coach said.
“NOW GO!”
“So, what are you going to do this summer?” Antonio turned to Jack as they were
heading towards the showers.
Jack was still trying to catch his breath after the game.
“Ah, I don’t know. Video games maybe.”
“Damn, wish I could do that!” Antonio said. “You know summers for me are the
worst!”
A Night Away [MF] [Fsub] [Mdom] [Golden Shower] [Piss] [oral] [buk]
**A Night Away**
When we arrive at the hotel, the unspoken aftermath of our argument in the car still lingers.
You put the bags down and look around the room frowning. I want to say sorry but can’t seem to bring myself to do it. I can feel the tears sparking. We don’t often get a night away, and now it’s going to be ruined by a stiff coldness that will be difficult to shake off.
I sit down on the edge of the bed with a deflated little huff.
I can feel your eyes on me, but don’t want to return your gaze. If I do, I will cry, or we’ll have another row. You don’t want to be ignored though and move until you’re standing in front of me. Your hand firmly lifts my chin, making me look at you.
Our eyes are locked in a battle for a minute, and I’m just wondering who’s going to give in when you break the silence.
“Get in the bathroom”.
You’re using your *boss* voice.
The single mom – Part 1
It was an early Saturday morning and I could count the number of people in my gym on one hand…the usual faces. There was the old couple who went straight to the pool, the buffed up middle aged guy who hovered around the weights and the teenager who hit the machines hard and fast. I stepped onto the treadmill, plugged my earphones in and started my routine.
She stepped onto the treadmill two down from me and began a brisk walk programme.
We both then caught one another reflected in the mirror and turned to face each other at the exact same time locking eyes for the briefest of moments before snapping away with a childish embarrassment
After a quick shower and change and I decide a coffee is in order. I sit down in the bar area
She is at the bar getting a coffee with her back to me but that blonde hair is unmistakable. She turns around, coffee in hand and our eyes lock once again. Shit, shit, shit…she is coming over! “Mind if I join you?” she says. “Please” I squeak.
Sneaky Sister In Law[reluc][blkmail][FM][Str8]
I sat on the couch with a glass of wine in my hand and my sister-in-law sat at the other end of the sofa. The evening was quiet, my wife and children both fast asleep. Cari had babysat for my wife and I for years to give us a chance to keep up with our errands as well as have some quality time together. My wife had gone to bed early after a long day at work and shopping and I decided to catch up and thank my sister-in-law before I joined her.
“It’s so nice of you to have a glass of wine with me tonight before I leave. Isn’t Haley waiting in bed for you though?” She asked, crossing one leg over the other and taking a sip of her chardonnay. Cari was several years younger than my wife, she had a short auburn pixie cut and glimmering emerald eyes. Her lips were full and pouty and her defined cheekbones framed her face perfectly. She wore a light coat of purple eyeshadow and a thin layer of eyeliner that made her eyes pop. She wore an egg-shell white tank top with a small navy blue flower pattern and her tight jeans hugged her subtle curves. Her cream coloured peep toe stilettos hung from her flexed toes, dangling as she looked over at me.
SHE WOULD DO ANYTHING TO BE FAMOUS [Mmff] [oral] [mast] [feet] [piss] [facial]
**THIS IS A CUSTOM PIEXE FOR A FELLOW REDDITOR.**
When Hayley was in high school, she got pressured into being in the school play. Guys and Dolls. It was just the sort of thing she used to make fun of … but after opening night, she had been bitten by the theatre bug. Performing was all she wanted to do. By senior year, she was a full blown theatre junkie with lofty Hollywood goals. She loved attention. Any kind. Good, bad, provocative.
Hayley was always naturally beautiful, so of course, she was the target of bullies who secretly envied her. Hayley almost never worried about doing her hair or wearing make up. Whatever she wore became the trend. One morning, the school bus pulled up. Her brother got on and told the driver she was coming. She wasn’t usually late, but had been up late the night before “writing a paper.” The truth was, she was a cam-girl who wore a mask and would masturbate on camera for cash. Not wanting to be late, she grabbed her brothers shoes, which happened to fit.
The Neighborhood: Part 15 [FF][Exh][ENF][Fdom][Oral][MC][SciFi]
**The Neighborhood: Part 15 [FF][Exh][ENF][Fdom][Oral][MC][SciFi]**
**A brief recap:** Colin Turner was a middling sad-sack with failing marriage, who stumbled into a dream job based on some research he wrote years ago. He took a job with Fenris, a company with its own little enclave in Wolfsburg, CA, and its own peculiar work ethics. Fortunately, he had the sly and sexy Janelle, his hiring advisor, to act as his guide as he acclimated. He moved into a large house in the neighborhood with his wife Alison, and becomes involved in a company project involving wristbands that can alter behavior, within limits, based on keywords of phrases. Over time, Colin learned to enjoy his newfound freedom, his expanding desires, and to leverage the behavioral technology he has near-unfettered access to live out his fantasies. His sister-in-law, Stella, recently moved in, and Colin decided to take advantage of her programming skills, among other things. Colin had a *hands-on* experience with the bleed-over effect from the mesh-ware update on his afternoon commute, shortly before finding himself facing a weekend invitation from a recently retired Senior Executive.
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**Chapter 32: All Alone in a Big House**