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The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched. Read more »

Laundry Room Affair [MF] [oral] [mast] [anal] [cum]

Paul and Becky had been married for four years. Together a total of six years. He was never certain about her, but is anyone ever REALLY certain? So, he went for it. Big mistake. Year four with her, he knew he was in trouble.

She was lazy. Unhelpful. Selfish. Boring. He wanted to do things, travel, try new restaurants. She wanted to sit on the sofa and watch reality TV shows, order a pizza.

And when it came to sex, if it happened at all, she would just lay there. Typical.

Every Thursday, he rounded up the laundry and headed into the scorching hot basement, where he’d do his and her wash. She’d remind him, as the door was closing, not to dry her bras.

Well, there he was in the laundry room, Thursday. 9pm. And a woman walked in. A gorgeous, stunning brunette. She had to be a yoga instructor. She was bubbly and cute and he was instantly attracted to her.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” she mumbled as she tossed in two loads. She had a wedding ring on her finger, too.

“No help from the husband?” Read more »

Sub gets home late to Domme [MF] [bdsm]

It is 4:30 and I can already tell there is no way I’m getting out of work on time. I’m continue working, but now five minutes before I’m supposed to leave and I know I’m not getting out of here. I take out my phone and text Her, “I’m sorry Mistress, but I’m going to be late. I have to finish up some work.” I send knowing She is not going to be happy. Less than a minute later I get her one-word response that confirms my suspicion that is not happy. “Fine.” I finally finish up my work and head to me car. All I can think about is making Her wait. I don’t know what to expect when I get home. I text Her, “On my way home now.” No response. Not really surprised though. I don’t live too far from work, so I get there quickly. I walk in the door and start up the stairs. I don’t know what is waiting for me at the top of those stairs, but I know from my training what is expected of me. As I climb the stairs I start to undress. Shoes, shirt, socks, pants, and boxers. By the time I get to the top I am completely naked. I leave my clothes in a neat pile at the top. I look around and don’t immediately see her. “I’m home Mistress” I call out. I hear movement in the back room. “I’m in here Ken.” I head to the back to find her waiting for me. She is still dressed from work. She wore a skirt, blouse, and high heels today. “I’m ready to be more comfortable. Take off my clothes for me.” I walk over to her and being to work. Removing each piece of clothing gently and carefully. Folding and setting them aside neatly. I kneel down to remove here shoes, but she stops me. “I think I’m going to leave these on today.” Obviously I don’t argue and stay kneeling in front of her. All she has on now is a black bra and panties. She looks down at me and smirks, “I can’t believe you made me wait for you.” “I’m sorry Mistress,” I respond quickly. Read more »

Meeting Becky part two [Mf]

So now I had her number, and a number of problems. I was 34, she was much younger. She was a super cool party girl girl, while I was a geek. She was a goddess, and I wasn’t a god. Becky was the kind of girl who could walk into a gym and choose the fittest guy in the room to fuck. I knew that, and although I wasn’t bad looking, I was no pro-athlete. But I also knew I needed her. I needed her body wrapped around mine, I needed to smell her, to explore her, I needed to caress those breasts and kiss those lips, and to get lost in those eyes as my warm cum shot from my dick across her perfect body. I felt some shame when I thought that though, thinking things like that about someone so young, so innocent.. Then I remembered that top. “Ha. Innocent?” Read more »

Meeting Becky [Mf]

The cafe was quiet, as it should be for a lazy Monday in winter. I liked quiet cafes. they let me think. I had just started my third coffee when they walked in, three girls who immediately punctured my peace through laughing at something that I, with my back to them, couldn’t see. They weren’t quiet when they were at the bar either, and although I tried to finish writing my sentence, I pushed my notebook away and took another swig of coffee instead. I was at the back of the cafe, and I hoped they’d take the sofa at the front, by the window, so I could carry on with my work.

But no, I heard them approach and soon they were past me, moving to occupy the last table, in my line of sight and just a few feet away. I say they were girls, they were girls to me but were women really, 18 or 19 perhaps – almost half my age. I couldn’t help checking them out as they passed, as any man would, and none disappointed – all three wore tight jeans and yeah, I enjoyed the view, who wouldn’t? There was a full cup of coffee left and an article to write though, so I turned to my book again while they settled down, and stared at the unfinished sentence. Nope, still I didn’t know how to write it, so I took the cup for another swig and looked up, and it was then that my heart skipped. Read more »

Zero, One, Two, Three [MFF] [exh] [voy] [mast]

She let him into their lives. Well, technically, she only let him into her life. She didn’t tell her wife about him. Not yet at least. For the time being he was her little secret and she wanted to see where this pen pal thing was going. She was an erotica writer and he was an erotica writer too. But what she wrote and what he wrote were two very different things. She liked writing about men screwing women, one-on-one, two-on-one, the more the merrier. He liked writing about sex for one, self-pleasure, masturbation, especially mutual masturbation. They both liked writing about their sexual fantasy land where anything could happen and anything did happen, all day long.

That’s before he started the 0, 1, 2, 3 game with her. He got a gig writing for a reality TV show and he needed a muse, someone to play his unusual sex game. He explained the set-up ever so carefully. “It’s sorta like truth or dare” he said, “kinda like Big Brother for adults only. I say a topic and you pick a number, between zero and 3”. “Why does it start at zero”, she said. “Well, that’s because zero means nada, nothing, you’re not going to talk about that. Zero means off limits, sort of like using the bathroom. Nobody wants to hear you piss and fart and shit, so that’s off limits topic for our reality TV show. Hell, you’ve got to have some privacy sometimes, so when you go relieve yourself, we won’t talk about that, OK? Well assuming you say zero.” Read more »

Not a productive morning – Wet Poet Society 1 [F][Solo][mast]

It wasn’t going to be a productive morning, that much Mary knew the moment she had struggled her way through the first lonely sentence of her newest book project. Most of the time she loved working in the morning when her brain was still well-rested and the ideas fresh and not even the beautiful nature around her house had woken up, but then there are exceptions to every rule and this day looked like one of them.

Staring at the notebook screen on the table in front of her she sighed and leaned back in a last attempt to focus, but the ideas she had fallen asleep with had vaporized. Of course it wasn’t the first time and normally she had a plan B in the form of blog posts but she had enough of a backlog of finished posts for months and really didn’t feel like wasting her time on increasing it any further.

No, it certainly looked more like a slow morning to her, like enjoying the luxury of a flexible schedule she had worked so hard for when she had still been working a full-time dreaded office job in addition to her writing. Read more »

After the breakup, I went on the prowl [mff] [cum] [piss] [golden shower] [mast] [ass play] [threesome] [oral] [reluc]

It happened two weeks ago and was sort of mutual. I could rant and rave about every issue, but at the core, we were just two different people who wanted different things out of life. You can waste your own time filling in the blanks — what those things were.

I moved in a hotel immediately after and looked at some short term rental properties to tide me over until I was ready to buy a place. I heard a quote once that said, “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” so … I started hitting up all of my old connections.

There was this woman who used to work out next to me on the stairclimber. I messaged her with this line:

“Hey Jessie! Hope you’re doing well. I have a question for you and I’m gonna apologize ahead of time for being so forward. I recently broke up with my girlfriend of three years and am not interested in dating again for quite a while. However, I always thought you were beautiful and if you were interested in a NSA sort of set up, let me know.” Read more »

In Camera – [FM] [slow]

There’s a clattering noise as the camera is moved into position on the tripod pointing at an unmade bed. The subject is sat with his back against the headboard, one leg folded up so that his right foot rests against his left leg which is stretched all the way out to the end of the duvet. His toes wink and flex as he takes a long drag on his cigarette.

The subject is dishevelled, mid-to-late twenties, dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans. His hair has the same recently rumpled vibe as the bed and he looks curiously pleased with himself as he exhales, blowing the smoke toward the camera.

“The first time I cheated on my wife? Shit, man, it’s such a cliche. It was her best friend.”

There comes a muffled sound from somewhere behind the camera.

“Yeah, I know, right? Uh… no, she doesn’t have any sisters, just a brother and he’s not my type. Kind of a mouth-breather if you get my meaning.”

“It wasn’t like I intended to, no, there wasn’t like it was planned. I guess you could say spontaneous, yeah, except for the flirting beforehand.” Read more »