The Desert Encounter

I was traveling down a darkening highway through a southwestern desert. I had the car widow all the way down, and the wind in my hair felt like a cool summer breeze. Suddenly, up ahead, I saw some birds flying high above a certain area of to the right of the road. As I got closer, I slowed the car down and pulled off the road to see if I could get a visual image of what the attraction for those high flying birds may be.

Getting out of my vehicle, I made my way toward the area of interest. I was shocked to see the body of a woman (wearing no clothing whatsoever) lying on a rocky area just behind a small incline. I rushed over to see if she was still alive. Kneeling down, I placed my hand on her neck and felt a very faint pulse. So, I hurried back to the car to get some water. How long had she been here? How did she arrive to her location without any clothing? I do hope I’m in time to truly help. (After all, helping is my favorite activity.)

Ambiguous [MM][Crossdressing][Teasing]

Hello Everyone, this is a paragraph from my possible first novel and I was wondering if you guys like it and think I should keep going.

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I wasn’t feeling in my place at all: The short dress was already riding up my leg, the heels felt wobbly and some guys kept staring at me. Were they onto me? Everyone is going to think I’m a fag. Louis said I looked pretty and I actually believed the jerk, this plan is a disaster. Maybe I’ll have fun if i get wasted. At the very least I won’t remember this humiliating night.

All of a sudden a girl tapped my shoulder. I turned around towards her and noticed it was Katie, the hostess. She already had her hand extended towards me, so I took the invitation to shake her hand.

“I’m Katie” She said it with a friendly smile.

“I’m Jaeniffer, Jennifer hehe” My nervous mumbling made her smile transform into a laugh.

“You’re Louis’ girl right? You don’t really seem to enjoy yourself, is anything wrong?” Her question seemed genuine, so I tried to stick as close to the truth as possible.

The List: Number 3 [M/F] [Prose] [true story] [tinder]

I’ve just decided to get a divorce. I make a revenge Tinder account- if he had one while we were married, surely I can have one while we wait to go our separate ways. I match with someone and we flirt, but don’t get too obscene with it. We are both somewhat nervous, as it will be a first Tinder date for us both. We decide to get dinner, and agree that nothing sexual will happen for the first date. I get there early, he arrives late, but it all works out. We flirt clumsily at first, but get better throughout the meal. We are kicked out of the restaurant when it closes, and we end up sitting at a table outside in the dark, dusky summer air. We joke, we smile, he caresses my thighs. We hold hands, and soon enough we’re kissing. Deeper and deeper. We don’t want the evening to end. Eventually we discuss where our respective cars are parked, and I offer to give him a ride to his. Once in my car, we can’t keep our hands off each other. He gets hard, and I go down. I come up for more kisses, and we share a look and another laugh before climbing into my spacious hatchback. We break our promises; he gets on top of me. I come, and he pulls out, wetting my thighs as well as my upholstry.

Our Words. [FM] [Fdom]

I hardly recognize my reflection in the mirror. I used a temporary dye to transform my usually blonde hair into a silky dark brown. It’s pinned up in tight curls, much different than the natural waviness of it. I’m wearing a dark lipstick. A shade that goes surprisingly well with my temporary hair color. A black dress accentuates the curves of my body and is paired with high heels that took me far too long to learn to walk in. Tonight, I’m going to be somebody else.

As I begin driving to my destination my heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my body. A whirlwind of thoughts crosses my mind and I can’t recall the last time I’ve been this excited. I keep glancing at the image in the rearview mirror. Yes, I’m really going through with this.

I arrive at a restaurant that I normally wouldn’t consider visiting. It’s nice and as I watch the people entering, all thoughts of me being “overdressed” are quickly put aside. At least I know I’m not going to stand out too much amongst the inhabitants. I exhale a deep breath and open the car door. There’s no turning back now. Not that I’d turn back, anyway.

College JoBuds [MMM] – Chapter 7

I don’t know how long it took me to answer. It felt like I was standing there in silence for hours. I tried to just laugh it off…

Me: “Haha, oh yeah. Sorry about that, man. I was just, um…”

Brad interrupted me…

Brad: “Jerking off?”

Me: “Well, yeah”

Brad: “So you were you really just jerking off in the living room where anyone could walk in? Did Joe not catch you?”

I really had no answer. I was quickly trying to think of a lie. Why would I have porn and line out there if I wasn’t jerking off? Maybe I forgot that I had porn up on my laptop, but how would that explain the lube? Maybe I was getting ready to jerk off when I got distracted by something? But then I was still admitting to jerking in the living room when Joe was home. Fuck it, I’ll just say yes, I was jerking in the living room and use the tv as an excuse.

Me: “Well, no, I wasn’t expecting anyone to walk in on me. It’s just that the TV is so big, I like watching porn on the big screen.”

1st time sharing my wife with my best friend. [MFM] [Wifesharing]

*This was a fantasy of ours for years and finally came true. We both have thoroughly enjoyed the wife sharing experiences we have had with my best friend of the years. Not a great writer, sorry for any grammar mistakes.*

My wife, Becky and I have pillowed talked about sharing her with another man for years as long as I am present. Becky has always been intrigued with the idea but said she would not do anything with a stranger and did not want me to ask any of our guy friends. Also, she is very self-conscious about the weight she has gained over the years and did not think anyone would found her attractive anymore. When we do go out with friends, she is always making everyone laugh and is extremely flirtatious. I told her that on numerous occasions while out with friends, I have caught my friends staring at her tits especially when she is wearing an evening gown, she has an extremely nice 44D rack! I have several times asked my friends if they like what they see. Of course, all of them would say definitely, they find Becky to be extremely attractive and say I am a very lucky man.

[FFM] A friend and I try to make a guy’s “twin fantasy” come true. Spoiler: he loved it

[this story is kind of a repost. I wrote it and posted it with my old acct that I deleted because a creep found out who I was and was stalking me a little bit. So I took down all my posts and deleted the acct. Here’s the story again though]

I’m 19 F, in my 2nd year of college. This one happened a few months ago in the summer. I had told someone about it in a PM and she thought it would make for a good story to post so here we are!

I go to college in my city but I moved out of home and I have an apartment with 2 other girls close to school. They both went home for the summer so I had the place to myself for a few months. In first year I found a guy, Zach, who I liked a lot and we’ve been fucking kinda regularly through first year and a little in the summer. Nothing exclusive.

The Coworker Part 3 [Mf][DubCon][BDSM]

Sara shifted uneasily, the plug shifting inside her again and making her whimper around Rick’s cock in her mouth. He was soft now, and it was easy to suck him gently, swallowing all of him without choking as his hand rested heavily on her head- a poignant reminder that this was not her choice, that she was being blackmailed, forced to obey him. The indignation had worn off, though, lost in the flood of arousal that kept swamping her. Rick sat relaxed under her ministrations, toying with his phone and she wondered anxiously if he was taking more pictures. Certainly there was no innocent reason for the ones he already had- face wanton as she choked on his thick cock, lips pressed nearly to his belly. Her pussy ached with emptiness, and she shifted her hips in a vain attempt to ease the arousal that was already returning to a fever pitch despite her earlier explosive orgasm.

A slow, morning fuck.

So I’m fixated now on this one image. This one specific sensation. Of all the ways I want to touch you. All the ways I want to be on you, in you with my fingers, lips and tongue – all I can see, feel in my mind right now is the delicious sensation of my hard cock sliding slowly in and out of your tight, wet pussy. The warm, slick grip of your lips. The glistening shine of your juices on my shaft as I slowly withdraw. That amazing feeling of pushing back into you. Completely engulfed. My cock warm inside you.

In my minds eye, I see your face as I slide into you. That exquisite first penetration making your mouth drop open and your head go back in pleasure. You pull me into you and hold me there, my cock filling you. Warming you. I flex and you can feel me stirring inside you. In this moment all either of us can focus on is what is happening directly between our legs.

The Coworker Part 2 [mf][dubcon][bdsm][oral][toys]

Sara curled against Rick’s chest, limp and melty from the strength of her orgasm and content to let him stroke and touch her. She knelt in his lap, her legs open across his and her body curled to drop her head on his shoulder. His legs were open enough to force her a little wide and leave room for his gently stroking hands to tease her pussy and ass. Shifting a little and moaning against him, Sara stretched up enough to offer him better access even as his hands drifted away, running over her hips, up her back, massaging her shoulders lightly where her hands lay across the back of the chair obediently and drawing another set of low moans from her throat before moving on down her arms and back down to her thighs. Sara felt herself melting even further into him, into this helpless space where her body obeyed Rick’s every wish before her brain even considered a response. His easy, sensual touch only reinforced the control- casual confidence that he had every right to touch her however he pleased, that he had all the time in the world and didn’t have to touch her solely sexually.