Bailed Out of a Tricky Work Situation [m] [F] [oral] [squirt] [facial]

I was in my early 20s, working the front desk at my local gym. I know you’re thinking I was the guy who slept with all of the women, but that was not me. I was too shy. Of course, I was FRIENDS with all of them. They all loved me, thought I was cute and funny, but in a BFF kind of way, not a rip your clothes off kind of way.

Sometimes, women would come to the front desk and ask me who that cute guy was and if I could casually introduce them. That was my role—getting other people laid.

When a new girl joined the front desk team, I knew I was in big trouble. She was definitely into me. I know, you’re thinking if you’re so sex starved, go for it! But she wasn’t my type. She was obnoxious—never stopped talking. Well, of course the members saw what was going on, there.

“She likes you!” They’d say. They’d encourage me to ask her out, get laid—but I couldn’t. I just didn’t feel that way for her. So, they said I should let her down easy. But the problem was, I depended on her to cover my shifts. If I confronted her, she might stop helping me.

Missed Connections [Str8] [M] [F] [exh]

I was deep in thought, staring out my side window and watching the people go about their daily business like I do every morning on the eastbound 6E train. I didn’t even see you at first, only the faintest hint of your fragrance commanding my attention as it floated besides you. It is difficult to explain, but have you ever been around a person that smelled so good you almost felt drunk, like that their body chemistry was made especially for you? I tried to return to my morning routine, tried to avoid stealing a look at you, I even opened the newspaper and pretended to read, but I kept breathing you in..soap, vanilla, warmth. I could not see you, but somehow I felt your eyes on me, your breath on my neck causing my hairs to stand up. You tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned to see your big smile, you asked me if I had a pen.

Your hair was shoulder length and wavy, brown with redish highlights Your lips were well shaped, with deep red lipstick. Your eyes big and hazel. You said you liked my jacket, and I may have blushed for the first time since high school. I said that I liked your lipstick.

Forbidden Love, Watersports [M] [F] [anal] [fist]

FORBIDDEN LOVE, GOLDEN SHOWERS, AND FACE FUCKING

I want a woman I do not know. Well, we’re Facebook friends in that roundabout way. A mutual friend posted something that we both commented on. We got into a lengthy chat. I friended her. She accepted. From then on, we had this one little inside joke about always wanting a Big Mac cheat meal for dinner. One day she posted an article she’d written. I’m a journalist and I often need contributors, so I messaged her. We got to talking and she ended up contributing a few articles.

Her articles were great. She was beautiful. She was also married and had children. And I had a partner. I’d say girlfriend, but she always got upset with that word and since I wasn’t the marrying type, we compromised on “partner.”

One day, this “friend” posted something on Facebook about depression and anxiety. I could relate. We got to talking. She said her marriage was in big time trouble. They’d just grown apart. Things weren’t going the way she had wanted and so, in order to be clear headed, she decided to visit a therapist to decide if a divorce was best.

Much Needed Therapy 2/2 [FMMM+] [Exhib] [Wife Cheat] [Preg] [Extreme]

**Much Needed Therapy** 2/2 (by Greer Masterson)

A noise roused me from my thoughts and I saw that she was now on her back in the middle of the alley, her feet in the air, while someone humped into her. I glanced up and down Fairmount Avenue again and, seeing no one, slowly headed towards them. It still didn’t make sense, but I was seeing her stories with greater clarity now. I hadn’t questioned before why each story seemed to be mostly the same with new additions at the end or new details every time. That first day she hadn’t been able to find him, but the next day saw him washing his clothes at the laundromat next to Bert’s. She wasn’t sure at first, because he looked clean and was wearing clothes that seemed new. She’d stood outside and waved to him and he’d stood there, blinking rapidly like he’d been concussed. She’d finally managed to talk to him and he’d put her money to good use, washing his old clothes and buying some used camping equipment at a pawn shop at the north end of the Drag. He was grateful, he’d told her, for giving him a new lease on life. She told him he could pay her back by taking her behind the laundromat. She’d said he’d asked her if she was his guardian angel or if there was a devilish trick somewhere in all of this. She’d responded by pulling up her skirt and showing him that she wore no panties. He hadn’t come as copiously as he had the day before, but he’d stretched her again and filled her up again and she’d had another intense orgasm.

Going to Daddy – Part 1 [Mf]

I can hardly believe it’s you, finally. As I unboard the plane, I move slowly, my bladder full from the long trip. Approaching you, I move into your arms, finally feeling safe. Despite the people moving around us, I feel alone with you, because you’re all I see. “Daddy….” I hear you groan, kissing me deeply as I feel your bulging cock for the first time. You taste incredible as my tongue meets yours, and you let me explore for a moment, sucking it. But after a moment, you’re happy pull me away. “Not here, Angel. Would you like to go home?”

I nod, shy at first. “Ok, Daddy, but can I pee first?” I see your eyes widen, heat blazing in them. “Tell Daddy how badly you have to pee, Love.” I blush, I’ve been waiting for this, to share everything with my Daddy, but I don’t want to pee with out you and we’re in a very public place. I feel you tugging me to the side of the hallway. “Baby, answer Daddy now.” Arousal nearly consumes me. Yes, I’m yours. “I need to pee so badly…” I whisper. “That’s what I was hoping, Kitten. Daddy waited so we could do that together. Do you think you’d like that?” Before I can answer, we’re moving and within moments we’re in a family restroom with the door locked.

In Bloom, Part I – [Mf][nc][abduction]

Staring at the rain collecting on his windshield, Jason Collins was searching for reasons not to turn around and leave the school parking lot. As the smell of coffee became more intense in the cabin of the small car, he went through a mental checklist. The pro side was not winning.

It had been 45 days since he was last in class. He took advantage of extended winter holiday and added on some of the vacation time he had been saving to have a nice long vacation with his wife, Karen. He thought they would finally try to start a family. She had different plans.

When they were married 8 years ago, the plan was for them to wait a couple years before they tried to have children. Karen had just started at her law practice and the expectation had been that she was okay with taking a couple breaks early in her career to have the two children Jason had so desperately wanted. As time went on and Karen began her ascension up the practice roster, she was no longer talked about taking those breaks.

[FM] [Fdom] Overpowered

“But what if… I wanna be on top this time?” she smirks and nudges me as I walked through the door to our bedroom. With a chuckle, I reply “Maybe I don’t feel like letting you win this time.”

My girlfriend and I enjoy wrestling for ‘dominance’ in bed, especially after a heavy workout. The outcome was always my choice, since I could always easily overpower her, though over the past year or so she’s worked heavy lifting more into her routine. This has made the erotic contest far more fun, though didn’t quite prepare me for this day.

I grab her by the shoulders and push her playfully onto the bed. She giggles and pulls her legs under her, sitting up on her knees on the mattress, holding out her arms, ready to grapple. “I dunno… you worked out pretty hard today…”

She was right. After two months traveling and on hiatus from the gym, I overdid my workout. My arms felt like jelly. Gripping and turning the doorknob to enter the apartment felt way harder than it should have. Nevertheless, I step forward to the edge of the bed and raise my hands with the slightest grunt in my throat, intertwining my fingers with hers.

Foxtrot by Moonlight Pt 2[BDSM][cheat][group]

“It is such a lovely night… let’s play by moonlight,” you whisper, voice catching in your throat in anticipation of what is being promised. You reach to take the offered hand and are surprised when the hound drops the fox mask to the floor and leans forward, managing to lift his mask in time with his bow from the waist, and kiss you with warm intimacy on your knuckle. Not so much of a glimpse of his face.

Then he pulls you toward himself like a partner in a dance and lifts you into his cradled arms. En masse, the menagerie of manimals turn towards the door they had entered by and march back through, with Mr. Hound and yourself behind. The hound turns to sidle through the door and as you pass through, you see a stone courtyard in the middle of a lush green space brightly lit by the rising full moon. Over most of the courtyard is a massive wrought iron trellis. Dangling in the center of the structure is a block and tackle with a silver ring. Dangling from the ring are several lengths of rope with carabiners on the ends. Beneath that, an odd cushioned table… for lack of a better description, padded and covered in loops and snaffles.

Foxtrot by Moonlight Pt 1[mast][cheat][group]

The work week had been exhausting, but it was friday afternoon and soon, the work week would evaporate from memory.

You finish up the project you are working on and stand up from your desk to go ask your boss if there is anything that needs to be finished up before you take off. You smooth your skirt over your hips and turn to leave the cubicle when your phone buzzes on your desk.

You check your notifications.

“Tonight is the night. – H”

You forget about your boss. You forget about work. Your stomach knots with excitement and you feel a pleasant, warm tingle start to wash over you. “H” has been teasing you for weeks about a surprise he has planned for you, which is both exciting and frightening, since you haven’t ever met him in person… or even seen his face.

Your boss taps you on the shoulder, breaking you out of your speculation about what the surprise is going to be.

“This was just delivered for you. Which is weird… why did you have a package delivered here?”

Eric and Terri in the Company Basement [MF]

Eric threw the sheaf of company-branded papers at Terri with a frustrated grunt. The sheets, rather than explode in Terri’s face as intended instead blossomed into a wild flapping flower and shed petals down to the existing mess of boxes and archived documents spread throughout the dark-cornered basement. Eric and Terri stared at each other, she appalled at his action and he stunned at the papers’ lack of efficacy. With a slow animation their faces turned to ridiculous dismay and finally to a burst of shared, cathartic laughter.

“Oh Jesus, Eric, what the hell?” Terri said between huffing laughs. She covered her face as though trying to catch the laughter with her hands. Mirthful tears flowed onto her fingertips. “This is so stupid!” she said, swiping at a small stack of logo-emblazoned folders with a bare foot, adding to the basement’s chaos.

Eric had more difficulty catching his humors, and when the folders went sliding across the floor his motor control left him. He doubled over, arms across his gut, and then back onto his ass. This incited a new round of mirth from the two co-workers.