Corrupting Corrine – Part 3 [MCtrl] [cheat] [teacher/student] [psychological] [long]

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“What about personal responsibility, though?”

The boy had not raised his hand. He’d simply blurted the question out. Corrine didn’t remember him saying anything in class before that point, and wasn’t sure of his name, but she didn’t care about that or his question. She had other things on her mind, primarily the heavy, sick feeling in her stomach that she’d had since she woke up that morning next to Brian.

Dr. Carson made a brief hand gesture. “Well, why don’t you elaborate?” he suggested. “Tell us what you think personal responsibility has to do with it.”

“Well, I mean, the way you’re describing it, it’s like people are robots,” the boy said. “Like, if I get exposed to something enough, my brain just automatically develops an addiction, and then I automatically keep seeking it out. But like, if that’s true, then how are people responsible for their own behavior? Shouldn’t people have the willpower to resist it?”

Dr. Carson looked out over the class. “Well, does anyone have a response to Matt’s question?” he asked. There was silence. He smiled and nodded. “I figured it was worth a shot. Well, Matt, to your question, I suppose I’d raise another question. Where are you?”

Corrupting Corrine – Part 2 [Mf] [MCtrl] [cheat] [teacher/student] [psychological] [long] [fiction]

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Hey, are you there?”

Corrine tapped her foot rhythmically and stared straight ahead. Her bangs were in her eyes, but she hadn’t noticed.

“Hey, Corrine.”

Tap, tap, tap.

Kat reached over and snapped her fingers in front of Corrine’s face, causing her to jump slightly. She laughed at herself, as much out of nervousness as humor.

“You okay?” Kat asked, suppressing a chuckle. “You know class is over, right?”

Corrine shook her head. “Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind,” she said, beginning to collect her things.

Kat stood up next to her. “You usually do,” she said. “It’s just that it’s usually school. I thought you liked bio.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” Corrine stood up and began to follow her friend out of the classroom, chancing a look at the object of her daydreaming as he disappeared into the hall. She’d been stealing glances at him all through the period. Ever since yesterday, Corrine had been looking at a lot of guys she encountered and daydreaming a lot, but this one was overwhelmingly her type. He looked intelligent – glasses, well groomed, stubble, but in good shape and dressed well. The sort of guy she could imagine being both athletically and academically active.

Kate’s Anal Instructions [str8][les]

“Mom, can I talk to you about something kind of personal? Like…sexual?” Lily shyly asked from the door of the den. Kate turned to look at her daughter. The long dark hair that was so like her mother’s cascaded down her shoulders and over her perky chest. Her purple v-neck sweater hugged her petite frame and complimented her pale skin. The fitted jeans she wore were ripped at the knees and a white belt wrapped around her narrow hips. She was barefoot and her toes nervously poked at the carpet as she stood in the doorway. She picked at the door frame with her chipped fingernails and she couldn’t bare to make eye contact with her mother.

The Beckinsale women were beautiful. Their hair and eyes so perfectly matched and their smiles radiant.

A Game of Depravity [Part 3] [MF, risky, oral]

*Next time.*

Those were ominous words, weren’t they? It’s the type of saying a villain would use after they escaped their enemy. They were filled with revenge and foreboding, and Mina couldn’t quite shake them because when would the next time be?

It wasn’t as if they had worked out when was acceptable to vulnerably strip down and please each other. It wasn’t like she had actually pleased anyone in a very long time.

Daniel was a very hard man to please. It wasn’t like him to be caught in the office so routinely, but backlash from his editor, Laney, cause him to stalk the firm, sitting in the chair with his hands behind his head and elbows bent, arguing for a pitch. He didn’t really have to argue, the company was half his. Half his brothers. Even so, they were under a large umbrella company, and after a few days Mina was positive he wanted to bend that umbrella over his knee and chuck it off their back deck into the ocean.

You Don’t Pluck The Ones You Love

[MFF]

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I met Starling while my buddy lived with this girl Anna. The two girls shared a dormroom in college, so they acted like they’d known each other forever. My buddy was already out of the picture when Starling visited again, so that meant just the three of us. We barhopped the first night, and Starling and I fooled around some after Anna passed out. She had the bedroom, and we split the couch, but it wasn’t very comfortable. I assumed the two of them talked, because Anna told us at breakfast the bed was ours that night.

“Can it be ours today too?” Starling and Anna burst out laughing.

Anna rolled up the weekly she was reading and mimed popping me on the nose. “Down boy!”

“And just what do you think would happen if it was?” Starling whispered loud enough for Anna to hear, with a plucky flick of her eyebrows.

“Do I have to say it?” I asked. Starling just looked at me with her small crooked smile. I leaned in theatrically and made sure no one could overhear us. The two of them leaned closer. “There’s only one thing that would completely satisfy me right now…” I paused.

Not a Sound, Pt 8 (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky)

The rest of the time at camp went well, though not for the reasons I intended when I had originally organised the time away. We were there three nights in total and, while my days were spent being a doting father and husband, each night would end with me taking my wife silently while my lover listened and found release at the same time as us. It was true debauchery and a solid confirmation of the man I had chosen to become.

When I can I send messages to Emma, who is now as keen as me to find some time with one another. It feels like an eternity since I’ve held her and I feel an ache that has only grown more pronounced in my self-inflicted exile from her body.

On the final night, with Kate finally asleep after another potent session between us, I message back and forth with my lover to try and find a time.

“Tuesday?” she asks.

“Can’t. Kate has started a fitness class so I need to look after the kids. Can you do Thursday or Friday?”

“I have a study group for finals both days. Bad timing really.”

A Sexy Science Experiment [MF] [prost] [sci-fi]

It was another cold, dreary night on the outskirts of Centerfield University. For most people, it was a perfect excuse to stay indoors, curl up on the touch, and binge watch whatever shows made them forget how cold they were. For Kelly “Roxy” Rindle, those nights had a different meaning. They usually meant she was going to be busy.

“Another storm, another city full of lonely men,” Kelly sighed as she entered a hotel less than an hour after sunset. “I need to start charging a higher premium.”

Making her way through a mostly-empty lobby, not even making eye-contact with the receptionist at the desk, she slipped into the nearest bathroom to fix her appearance. Wearing a heavy coat that covered a low-hanging halter top and skin-tight black pants, Kelly took a moment to recover from the blistering cold. She also had to re-apply her makeup, brush her hair, and apply her lip balm. As an independent escort, she had a brand to maintain.

“I should charge extra for the makeup I have to buy,” Kelly said to her reflection in the mirror. “I’m sure that discount store on campus knows girls like me need it.”

Alice’s Closet Part 17 [MFf, incest, dominant mother]

“I think you’ve earned getting to punish my daughter’s pussy with your fat cock,” said Mom after catching her balance and pulling Alice’s legs apart to free Sam.

“I’m very sorry Mr. Walker,” added Alice, feeling bad for crushing his head.

Sam smiled. “Don’t be. It happens. Please, call me…”

“She will address you as Mr. Walker,” interrupted Mom. “And she needs to be punished for being a bad slut who can’t keep her legs open.” Mom reached down and began teasing Alice’s clit with her fingertips, making Alice moan.

“Oh wow!” Sam grinned before lifting himself up to his knees in between Alice’s legs. He was still rock hard in anticipation of getting to fuck a young, thick beauty. Sam reached down to pick up the condom he retrieved earlier off the blanket.

“Tease her first with your raw cock,” Mom commanded.

“Yes ma’am,” Sam answered, Then he grabbed his cock by the base and started probing Alice’s opening while Mom kept teasing her clit.

“Oh God,” Alice moaned.

“It’s so thick isn’t it,” Mom asked tauntingly.

“Yes Mommy.”

The Frozen Aisle [FM] [Teasing, grocery store]

“Hi.”

Julia looked up from staring at the glass. She’d zoned out, the kind of zoning out you do when you look at something long enough and start to not look at it anymore but look through it.

The kind of zoning out we all do when we need a short brain nap. We all need those. Brain naps are nice.

“Hi?” She said, more to wake herself out of the little mental break than to acknowledge the source of the voice.

“Hi,” the source of the voice said, a little growled but peppy.

Hmm. The voice was a he. She looked up. Oh. The voice had a nice smile.

Julia looked from his face to his shopping cart, because quietly examining the contents of other peoples’ grocery carts is what we do in a grocery store. Organic crackers. Pasta. Cereal. Milk. La Croix. Toilet paper. A bottle of grocery store boxed wine. It was a full cart.

Julia looked over at her own shopping cart because comparing ourselves to others is what we do. Similarly common stuff, just less of it. Paper towels. Vegetables. Fruit. Hummus. Rosé. Oh my god. So bach-y.

A Day To A Page [f] [masturbation] [teen] [daily routine] [sexy thoughts] [housework] [story continuation]

She saw them out the door, and as soon as it was slammed, she sank to the floor and fucked herself wildly, wet as a summer storm, screaming as she came furiously into her violent hand.

God, she needed a fuck. A hard, thick cock in her, anywhere, everywhere. Her sister had taught her how to cum, and even tonight before Duane had arrived, that sweet tongue had not been able to satisfy what she needed. She had hoped, obviously that Duane would fuck her right there in the kitchen. The uniform was supposed to work! It sort of did…but she hadn’t banked on Mr College being a fucking virgin. It was cute, and she was happy to do him the favour…and he had tasted quite sweet, too…nice size cock, felt big in her small hand. Would feel bigger in her tiny cunt, too, she thought and that set her off again.