I Cheated with the Babysitter [Str8] [M/f] [Cheating] [Age gap]

*Blurb: When a middle-aged, love and sex depraved man is comforted by his young babysitter, his desires overwhelm him. She just so happens to need a little extra money, so why can’t they both get what they need?*

**Author’s Note:** I know this story is far from perfect and I realize that I’ve still got a lot to learn and improve upon, so feedback is always greatly appreciated! Massive thanks to everyone who commented and voted on my first post and I’ll do my best to get better and hopefully deliver some enjoyable, exciting stories. I hope you enjoy <3

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Two years ago my wife and I set a goal to have one date night, every week. So every Saturday, we’d get dressed, go some place nice, have a great time, and then almost always finish the night with intimate and passionate sex. It was perfect. We decided to start the tradition because our relationship was beginning to go stale and we needed something to freshen it up, but that’s bound to happen when you’ve been married as long as the missus and I have and also have three young children.

[Str8] Brother-in-law and a bit of vodka

That day I was at the bus stop when my brother-in-law passed me by in his car. I waved at him and he stopped to give me a ride. Our houses were right next to each other’s.

– Thank you very much Jhon – I told him.

We arrived at his house.

– You want a drink? – he told me

I accepted. I was thirsty after all.

– Make yourself comfortable – he told me.

I waited for him in the living room.

– I thought that you meant water Jhon, not this.

– Oh it’s just a bit of vodka Monica, loosen up!

We sat on the sofa and chatted while having a drink. He said he had had back pain for some time and it was getting worse.

– If you want I can give you a massage to see if it alleviates some pain – I said

He agreed. He sat in a chair with his back to the front and I stayed behind. I began to massage his neck and shoulders.

– It is better that you take off your shirt to be able to massage your entire back – I said

A single stop in a nowhere town, Part 1 [straight, oral, strangers, public]

Tanner knew he probably shouldn’t stop, but it was just five minutes to grab a snack and a drink before he finished the last two hours drive home to his wife. Besides, this town was in the middle of nowhere, what could happen?

He pulled into the parking lot, and saw a few girls hanging out along the side. They gave him a look that was playful, and yet incredibly unfriendly. Tanner walked inside, and grabbed a few snacks and an energy drink while the incredibly bored teenage cashier watched him. It looked like no one else had been in all night.

Tanner cashed out, and as he walked back to his car, the girls called over to him. “Hey big guy,” the redhead said, “Can you help us out?” With her were a blonde girl and a girl who looked like she might be goth or emo, or just a punk rocker.

Normally, he would have ignored them completely. Tiredness from the road, or maybe the curve of the alt girl’s ass, made him stop and listen. Walking over to them, he replied, “What’s up?”

Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1) [MF][FF][ENF][Exh][Fantasy][HP Wizards]

[Editor’s Note: This is a piece I wrote on commission, but was abandoned by the original requester after one round due to it being non-canon HP fiction. I was clear that I wouldn’t write about characters I grew up with banging each other (I have *some* scruples), but it is what it is. I offer it to you all, gratis.]

**Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1)**

Here I was a First-Year—in university, this time—but a First-Year nonetheless. Magical university, I would learn, was nothing like and *exactly* like magical grade schooling, all the hassles, the fun, the trouble, but maybe the stakes were higher, this was my future, after all. Much in the sense that I wasn’t good enough to get into Hogwarts, I also wasn’t good enough to get into the university-level version of it—a university so elite, it’s not even possible to utter its name unless you attend or graduated from it. So, I went to Burrlumps through my Eighth Year, and now I was in northern Scotland at Baeladees.

Super Rough Sex [Mf] [oral] [anal] [prostate] [piss] [cum] [rough] [fdom]

There’s this trainer, Nikki, at my gym. She’s cold and distant and the most unfriendly person you have EVER met. But she is also drop dead gorgeous. She’s one of those crossfit girls, so she’s incredibly muscular, but not in the gross kind of way. And she’s got fantastic, large breasts, great legs, and a tight ass.

She’s gorgeous.

And my gym friend, Patrick, was fucking her. It was never serious—at least to him—and when she asked when he’d move in and if there were plans to marry, he told her he wanted something casual and that was the end of that.

But Patrick encouraged me to make a move. Thing was, I was too timid. Nikki was as unfriendly as you could imagine. That’s when Patrick had a fantastic idea.

“Listen,” he said in the locker room. “We’re not REALLY friends, you and I. We’re just gym buddies. Nikki HATES me. She feels like I wasted half a year of her life. If you want to fuck her, your in is your deep hatred of me. Just walk up to her one day and tell her you hate me — that I did something bad to you. I don’t care what it is. She thrives on hatred and anger. She’s a really bitter and mean person. But in bed, she will virtually rape you. It is rough and VERY intense. Like, aggressive. If you like that — she’s for you.”

My name is Tiffany – Pt. 1 [bi][t/mmm][Crossdressing][Gangbang]

*This is part of the “My name is Tiffany” Series.*

*Adventure Number 1 – The Basketball Gangbang (Part 1 of 2)*

**Chapter 1**

Hi. My name is Tiffany.

Well, it wasn’t always Tiffany. I used to be a boy, but that was a long time ago.
Now i’m a pretty girl, and my life is so much better than I used to be. At my new school, I have friends, and i finally made cheer squad. Things were different before. I had a date tonight, and I was excited.

I met Darrell the first time I went jogging as a girl. I had been dressing for some time – I had gotten better at putting on my makeup, and all the squats I was doing were finally giving me the cute butt I had always wanted, But this was the first time I had exercised in public, as a girl. I was too nervous to go to the gym at first, I thought this would be less scary.

Taking the Virginity of a Young Fan [Str8] [M/f] [Mdom] [reluc]

*Blurb:* They say you shouldn’t meet your heroes, something young, teenage Carmen gets to learn the *hard* way after her idol, a famous musician, takes advantage of how much she adores him and uses it to brutally take her virginity.

**WARNING:** This is **not** *a non-consensual* story. However, it does have a very rapey feel to it and select portions of the story could easily pass for a non-consensual act, if taken out of context. Therefore, some people may find this story upsetting, disturbing or triggering. **READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED**

**Author’s Note:** This is only my second post and second attempt at a sex story. I know it’s far from perfect and I also know that I have a lot to learn and improve upon but I had a really fun time writing this so I hope you have a lot of fun reading it. As always, any and all feedback is much appreciated and whilst I have your attention, please let me say thanks for the feedback on my first post! Enjoy the story <3

Indigo.

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Für Erick – [Fm][mast][bi]

The chair feels scratchy on my skin. I guess people don’t usually sit in office chairs naked, though, so they probably don’t take that into account. Maybe it’s uncomfortable for girls in short skirts, though? I never thought about that before. If I twist my hips I can swivel the chair around from left to right. I’d like to spin it all the way around, but I don’t want to bang into anything and hurt my knees, so I won’t. I wonder what’s taking her so long. I wish she hadn’t blindfolded me. Left, right, left, right. It was sexy at first, but now I’m getting kinda bored. My dick isn’t hard any more. I’m just sat here, handcuffed to a chair. Wait, is that her? The soft nearly-crunching of socks over carpet, the brush of material against a door. Her hand comes to rest on my shoulder companionably.

I hear clicking. Is she using the computer? The rapid-fire staccato of the keyboard is followed by the haphazard click. click click. click, of the mouse. What is she doing?

“Hey babe” her voice is breathy in my ear, “are you comfortable?” she giggles, “those cuffs aren’t too tight are they?”

Teases and Touches [FM][Long][Str8]

If there was one thing Eric and Clara had in common it was their ability to play with fire without getting burned. In every other possible regard they differed, positioned firmly on opposing sides of their social circle and often enough on opposite sides of the room. It was a gap love could not bridge, and neither of them fell victim to any illusion in that regard.

But the bridge they had found was much more powerful, dangerous even in that they shared their love for destructive relationships. They needed the group to stay sane and fight loneliness, but in moments of clarity Eric realized they were really just using them to create a neutral zone in which they could play their game of bluffing and teasing, pulling each other close enough to push away.

At first Eric had found her boring, and on a normal level he still did. She was a weird person as a friend, kind of there without adding much to conversations he was interested in and he knew it had to feel just the same way for her. Too different were their lifestyles, their upbringing and plans in life for them to settle on any common ground a regular relationship could have been built on.

[Fmm] The Tutor pt. 1

Psst… It’s CottonNighte ;-)

Chapter 1
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“Aren’t they a little old to need a sitter?” Alicia asked Madeline, the harried mother and step-mother of the two young teenagers.

The boys in question eyed each other with undisguised hostility. Then they expressed their opinion of needing a babysitter with crossed arms and hard frowns at their mother.

Madeline continued stuffing various items from the counter into her large leather satchel. “They fight all the time. I need someone to keep them in line in the evenings while I take my training class. The last time we left them here alone, they broke the television.”

“How do you expect me to deal with teenage boys that are as big as I am?” Alicia shook her head, preparing to tell her old babysitting client *no*.

Madeline grimaced. “It’s just for the next two weeks. They’ll be in school during the day, but my husband is out of town and this is the only time I can get the project management training I need to keep my promotion. I’m desperate!”