My trip to the doctor. [mf] nsfw

I had a small accident today. Well, To tell the truth, I was mugged. It was not a big deal, and I don’t want any sympathy for it, I just want to tell my story, to remember it.

It had been a rough day today, before the attack. I had so many things to do, and errands to run. The mugging happened late in the day, and about an hour away from my house. One of my friends who lived in the area picked me up, and took me to a local doctors office, it was closing time for them, it was nearly deserted, but they agreed to get me in and check me out really quickly, it worked for me because I did not want to be there in the first place, and they where as just as ready to get home themselves.

Sunrise Surprise [MF]

It was still dark out and my husband’s alarm would be going off soon. I reached out under the covers and could feel his warm body. That night, he was sleeping naked. I almost always do myself. My hand felt along his side. He was so warm. I moved slowly so as to not startle him awake. My hand found his stomach. It rose gently with each breath. I love how he’s covered in soft downy hair. It’s so masculine. I slowly moved my hand down his belly until I felt the tip of his penis. He was hard in his sleep, like usual. I love it. It’s always such a welcome thing to reach over and find his cock hard and ready.

I love to rub the pad of my thumb over the smooth head of his penis. A penis has such a unique smoothness to it that’s so foreign to me. After all my years, sex never loses its novelty. Each time I touch him, it’s like the first time. He looks at me the same way. He’s always happy to see me bare my breasts. No matter what. Even if he’s sick, he loves it. Boys love their boobies. Morning wood is the hardest kind. It’s so hard. So rigid. I’m already wet between my legs. My hand barely fits around his girth, but I love to slowly slide it down his shaft. It’s amazing that something like that can completely disappear inside of me and bring me such pleasure. His testicles are soft and loose from the heat under the covers.

The White Witch [F][huml][exh]

A/N: This is a story I made based on a prompt at DWP. Since it’s my first time doing this genre I hope I didn’t botch it!

***The White Witch***

Kalisa Indigenous Territory, Brazil

December 2016

*“Lock her up!”*

*“No! We should sacrifice her to the elder spirits!”*

*“The elder spirits will not accept the flesh and blood of the non-believers!”*

*“Just drown her in the Wakili!”*

*“Oh no! She will pollute our drinks!”*

In the middle of the night, unintelligible bickering can be heard as a party of Kalisa tribesmen marched by the Amazon river, or as they said in Kalisan language, the Wakili. A group of seven men with dark complexion with various body markings, three on each side in a row of three and headed by one man. Their bare footsteps made splashing noises as they walked the wet and sloppy ground. Only one thing is unusual from this company: in the middle of the seven men is a woman in ropes. Her hands tied together behind her and they also put one on her neck for good measure. The way they lead her around it’s as if a group of farmer is taking their cattle home. She looks beat and pants once in a while.

Dark Mistress [MF] [BD] [Fdom] [Msub] [Fantasy]

“I need you tonight, my dark mistress,” said an anxious, but determined Ron Shermfeld. “Please, don’t make me wait longer than I have to.”

The tone and intensity of that voice was completely foreign to anyone who knew Ron. By day, he carried himself as the kind of man who everyone graveled to, especially women. In high school and college, he was a star athlete with the body of an Olympian. As a young adult, he became a successful businessman with a reputation for toughness and intimidation. He never had to beg for anything from anyone. It was always the other way around.

On some nights, though, that all changed. On Halloween, such radical change took on a far greater meaning.

“Everyone wanted me at their party, tonight,” Ron said to the locked door. “Old college buddies invited me to a frat house. They said there would be at least two dozen beautiful women there…every one of which would get naked for me on the spot if they know I won two national titles for the school eight years ago.”

He must have sounded crazy, turning down a party like that. It didn’t sound crazy to him. It just made him knock on the door even harder.

The Neighborhood: Part 8 [MF][Mdom][Oral][Mast][ENF][Exh][Sex][Facial][MC][SciFi]

**Note:** Thank you all for the positive comments. This is a longer work, so the buildup is longer as well. Appreciate your patience.

**Chapter 13: Testing the System**

Back in his office, Colin went into to the database and looked up his wife. When he couldn’t find her at first, he realized, confirming his suspicions, that she’d already been enrolled. He had to backtrack to the date of their arrival. Sure enough, he managed to find a numbered ID that matched her general description, and when he unlocked it for viewing, he saw the picture of his wife he’d submitted after he’d accepted the job offer—something he thought was odd at the time. They didn’t have all the data on her yet, since she hadn’t been through a Fenris physical, but he saw that her bracelet was active. Her uptake ratio was eight successes to three hundred and six failures, well below average, but then he hadn’t been trying at all. He looked up Janelle next and saw that she was part of the excluded group, and most of her data was redacted. The same proved true when he looked up himself.

The Neighborhood: Part 7 [MF][FSub][Mast][ENF][ENM][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 11: Natalie Builds Her Office Skills**

The next morning, he got ready for work, not bothering to be quiet, but Alison slept through it all. He’d wanted to talk about the previous night, but never got the chance. He caught the shuttle to work, sitting next to Gretchen on her invitation. She made hints about the text she’d gotten, but he didn’t bother to play along. He thought that was the end of it, but it actually seemed to interest her more, and she asked if he wanted to come by for drinks again after work again. He begged off, leaving her with a bemused expression as they parted ways to go to their separate buildings. He made his way up to his office, and Natalie met him at the door.

“Good morning sir. Coffee is brewed. Please tell me how you like it and I’ll bring it to your desk.”

“Um, cream and sugar. Simple.” He said. He hung up his suit jacket and went to his desk, beginning the process of the logging on. He read through a series of specification reports, and then some technical stuff he didn’t quite understand, and finally a report of the efficacy of the behavioral response to the wristbands. He made a few notes, planning to bring it up the meeting. At quarter to nine, Janelle walked into his office, dressed impeccably, as usual, in a dark blue skirt suit.

Jessica was used to getting her way [fmmmm][nc][hum]

Jessica was used to getting her way. Most college students from overly affluent backgrounds, still at one time or another meet a challenge and realize that they aren’t the smartest, most beautiful, most talented person their parents told them they are since birth. Not Jessica. She was a genius at everything. She was also tall, and had a body that might have been considered “lanky” on anyone else. This could have made her awkward and that awkwardness could have given her the self-awareness she needed to avoid her downfall, but that didn’t happen.

Jessica was selfish, unthinking, and arrogant. But she was also loving to those who broke through her facade and fiercely loyal to her family, especially her little brother. This is just to say that while some parts of her life might make her out to be a caricature or a cliche, taken on the whole she was not.

There was a boy, Paolo. He was a pledge in Phi Kappa Theta, a Catholic fraternity on campus. He was 19. Brown hair. Brown eyes. A chemistry major, like her, but he worked at it harder than she ever had. Jessica was a natural. Paolo squinted at his organic book and moved his lips when he read difficult passages. He had beautiful lips. Jessica was almost sure he was a virgin.

New experiences [MFM] [Bi]

First post, so still learning the ropes. This isn’t done, but I figured I would share where I’m at!

Sam sat to her right, it had become the norm to know exactly where he was at all times. Jackson was always on her left. Sam was shorter, only a few inches taller than her, with beautiful wavy brown hair, and the deepest blue eyes imaginable, they changed regularly though, some days they were lighter, some days they were a pale grey. Today though, they were the deep blue that made her head swim and they were filled with a heat she had never seen before. She could feel the heat coming off of him, the smell of him, all spice and man, was enough to make her ache.

Jackson was her main man. She had been with him for years and they shared a connection that most people can only dream of finding in their lifetime. He was tall, dark and handsome. An entire foot taller than her, he kept his head buzzed, but the hair that was left was a dark brown, his eyes the color of honey. They were always the same, yet they could pull her into another dimension. He smelled of spice, detergent, and her. He always smelled of her and it made her heart flutter. They had built a life together, loved each other, and decided to invite Sam into some of the…more fun aspects of it.

The Neighborhood: Part 6 [MF][Exh][Voy][Mast][Swing][Facial][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 9: Dinner with Fiona and Jim**

He expected to find Alison watching TV or possibly out on the patio, but the house was quiet. He looked at his watch, thinking that maybe she wasn’t back from the spa, but then he heard creaking from upstairs. He kicked off his dress shoes and started up the stairs, turning toward the double doors leading into the master bedroom. His wife was just pulling on a red thong, her back to him, the red line of fabric disappearing between her ass cheeks. She was wearing a matching top. He saw bags on the bed.

“Been shopping?” He asked. She jumped, yelping a little.

“Oh, god, Colin, you scared the shit out of me!” But she laughed it off, turning in my direction.

“New underwear? Did all your clothes not make it in the move?”

“New bathing suit.” She said.

“A thong.”

“I was going to surprise you at the pool. You don’t like it?” She asked.

“I didn’t say that. I’d prefer you didn’t wear a bathing suit at all.” He said, crossing the few feet to her and grabbing her mostly bare ass. “So, that’s a lot of bags for a bathing suit.” He said, raising eyebrow. “You know I haven’t even gotten my first paycheck yet?”

EX-SEX PT. 1 (MF) [oral] [swallow] [facial] [pee]

Nine months removed from a toxic relationship, I was in bed with a woman I’d just met on Tinder. I had been fucking her from behind when she asked me to cum on her face. I yanked the condom off, threw it across the room and, while she was still on her hands and knees, I crawled forward and painted her face with a massive load. She moaned with delight as my sperm splashed onto her skin. She flipped over and played with her pussy while I collapsed into the bed next to her. Cum was still dripping off of her chin and running down her breasts when she asked about my ex.

For context, my Tinder profile said “recently single, only looking for casual fun.”

As I told her about my ex, she ran her fingers through my cum and licked it up.

“Okay,” she said. “But how was the sex?”