Enamored [M][F][m][f][humil][nc][reluc]

Enamored
by Carolyn Hooke
The essentials of this story are all truthful. One of my very good friends worked as an office manager for a clinical psychologist. A very conflicted young man came to her clinic one day and began a case with her group. Fortunately he had a patient and understanding counselor to work through matters with him. And, as you will see why, it became our favorite topic as it unfolded over the next few months.

Cubicle

“What are you doing for lunch?”

That was the earliest conversation I could recall having with her. She had been hired about a year after me and placed in the same business group. Initially, she’d been paired with a more senior colleague to train. I’d just turned 23 and she was one of our a recent college graduate hires.

The firm handled the registration and licensing concerns for firms operating in multiple states: compiling business documents, forms, and records and making certain that all requirements were followed. Within it, recent young college graduates were paired alongside a crowd of older workers and slowly and steadily built their professional resumes in hopes of eventually landing a better job, or, they worked there until they became a member of the seasoned crowd.

Psychatric evaluation [MF][long]

Life had never been easy, not growing up on the streets as much as in foster families who might or might not be nice people.

But then whenever Moira saw spoiled brats she had known she was much better off, actually learning valuable life lessons they would never learn at all, or if when they were forty and left by their spouses. Maybe. Whatever.

The first and most important of those lessons had been to develop two separate personalities. Nice girl working hard for her place in life on the outside, and ever hungry and wild bitch who knew she could just take what she wanted on the inside.

The nice Moira had somehow made it to college, the wild side was lucky not to be in jail for all the shit she had pulled over the years.

Granted, she had come very close a couple of times and still was on probation for another year, but close to the line was always better than crossing it.

Came with a bunch of annoying shit though, like weekly visits to the psycho whose job it was to ‘repair’ other psychos. She sat in the waiting room, trying to stare the cute little assistant behind the counter deep into uncomfort and fear out of boredom, not the hardest of challenges.

In Bed With Strangers [MFMF][wife swap][bdsm]

My husband Max and I were dressed in our pajamas heading to the pajama party in the sex club’s finished basement. Max was in plaid bottoms and a t-shirt while I wore a cute pink satin pajama top and matching shorts. My nipples were hard. My brown hair bounced around my shoulders as we wandered downstairs. It seemed like everybody was down here in a pile of fourteen pajama wearing adults spread out on the floor in a sea of blankets, sleeping bags and bean bags nibbling on buckets of popcorn as they watched the ancient porno. Deep Throat was playing on the six by thirteen foot screen affixed to the wall. Max and I scooped up a bucket of popcorn and with drinks and popcorn in hand, we sauntered towards the group. Tom and Ann, a couple we were interested in playing with, were snuggled together propped up on a bean bag. Ann, with her black hair and deep blue eyes and her clean cut blonde husband, Tom looked over and waved for us to join them. Max and I uttered, ‘excuse me’ as we tiptoed over bodies to settle down upon the sleeping bag strewn on the floor. Max pulled up the bean bag behind us. He threw is arm around my shoulder as we settled back to watch the show. I was lying so close to Ann, dressed in a black tank top adorned with skull and bones and a pair of men’s cotton tighty whities. She was kind of a goth girl. Both my husband and I find her quite attractive. Her legs were so long and beautiful Tom looked relaxed in grey pajama bottoms and an Eddie Bauer t-shirt. We were so cozy together, melded in a puddle of flannel wearing adults.

Chauffeuring the Brat [MF][long]

Steven had known Curt for over a decade now. When Steven was still a taxi driver and Curt a hopeful entrepreneur who couldn’t afford his own car yet, just as today when he was his designated driver and Curt led several multi-million dollar companies. Steven had known Curt for over a decade now. When Steven was still a taxi driver and Curt a hopeful entrepreneur who couldn’t afford his own car yet, just as today when he was his designated driver and Curt led several multi-million dollar companies.

Personally he would never grow to love this world of the rich they lived in, but he could enjoy it from the sideline. He had to admit that Curt was absolutely made for his role, the chrome and glass, surprising considering they had both grown up in the least wealthy part of town.

Steven loved driving and the fact he got paid to do so was all he really needed. The late night drives along empty streets with a powerful Mercedes and the astonishing amount of respect he experienced wherever they went were added bonus, but frankly it had all been a game of diminishing returns since the initial step up from a taxi to the black battered company car back in the day.

Last night in Paris [FM] [female pov]

I will always remember the summer week I spent in Paris.
I had had a dreadful year and I needed to take time for me.
My best friend recommended a cute little hotel near Montmartre called “Mon amour”. And the name was indeed very well chosen.
The staff were really lovely and the waiter… That “ravissant serveur” as they say in French. I can’t tell you his name… but he had those eyes I could drown in and a smile that could mesmerise every women.

Are you going to cum? Yes, I’m going to cum; that’s why I have my cock buried in your hairy Sicilian cunt! [19][ mf]

As an undergrad I dated (i.e., fucked) a beautiful petite young woman, of Sicilian descent when we were both 19 at St. Louis University. She didn’t like to give me oral which was fine as I don’t like receiving it (tickles my glans). We both liked PiV penetration — she required/requested “only missionary position” per her back ailment– scoliosis. She would just lie there in bed — but seemed to enjoy being fucked. She even had a two foot long paper mache sculpture of a penis and balls, bright red, she made in art class as decoration in her dorm — she told me she loves dick and had been fucking guys since aged 14 despite conservative Catholic high school. She told me her traditional mother found a boy’s belt in her bed once — she made excuses — yet was soon busted by mom for guy’s boxers in bedsheets– finally she just said, “Mom, I know you want me to wait until marriage, but I’ve been fucking guys for a few years now — in this bed while you all sleep. I love sex. I’m going to keep doing it. Just don’t tell Dad.” Interestingly family! In college she was quit open about sex, and decided that we were going to fuck — we loved each other’s company.

Devoured [F][anal][fsub][nc][fantasy][tentacles] [impregnation]

I woke up in near darkness to the sight of the creature’s maw closing behind me. Before I could cry out, I felt myself descending into what I assumed was its belly. A viscous, slippery fluid sloshed around me. My skin tingled slightly all over, and my clothes began to slough off me in chunks. Trying to fight the panic, I focused on taking even breaths to conserve whatever air I had left. I tried to thrash and make my way back toward its mouth, but it was impossible to find any purchase on the slick stomach lining. Despite my efforts, my struggling slowed as I became lightheaded from lack of oxygen. My vision went dark and red, but just before I lost consciousness I felt a breeze across my slime-streaked face. I could see a narrow blowhole that had opened above me. The flow of air was just enough to keep me conscious, but I could hear my blood pounding in my ears. Why would this creature have a blowhole in its stomach?

Lara Stumbles Upon a Secret Circle-Jerk [Fsub] [mast] [voy]

Lara Talley had a chronic case of insomnia and nothing seemed to help. The twenty-four-year-old had tried all known remedies but resigned herself to taking long walks after her boyfriend had gone to bed. There was a trailhead near their rental that ran through sparsely-populated, wooded areas on the edge of the town they lived. During one such late night/early morning hike through the darkness, she noticed a cabin – several hundred yards off the path – which appeared to have candles flickering in the windows. Still nowhere near sleepy, and curious as hell, she crept through the thickets of trees near the house until she was very close to one of the windows. She noticed a driveway in back that was filled with vehicles and could hear voices within the candlelit darkness. She snuck around the other side and saw a circle of men who appeared to be talking amicably in the large candlelit room. She recognized some as community leaders, teachers, businessmen, police, and firemen, etc.

Suddenly they all reached down and unzipped their pants, releasing their constrained cocks to stroke themselves. There had to be between 15-18 men, but she couldn’t count with the dim lighting. She could hear them talk, however, and it was apparent they were sharing fantasies or past sexual experiences they’d had and enjoying the stories during a group masturbation.

The International [MF] [MDOM] [ORAL]

I’m wearing my best suit – midnight blue, tailor made, perfect. I adjust my cufflinks as I survey the bar of the International hotel. It’s the kind of bar where buying more than one drink necessitates a meeting with a Financial Advisor – expensive-looking drinks, expensive-looking decor, and expensive-looking people. She must be one of them.
I’ve never actually met her before. Just pictures. But oh, what pictures. We’ve been speaking for months. Well, messaging. As these things are prone to do, they began to escalate until one day I got a message saying: ‘I’m in your city on business. I’ll be at the bar of the International hotel at 9PM. Don’t let me down ;) “

And there’s one woman in the bar who stands out, not just from the rest of the patrons but from the world itself. She looks amazing in a sexy. figure-hugging dress and I can see the outlines of her curves as I approach her from behind and put my hands around her waist. I whisper in her ear, close enough that she can feel my breath on her neck as if I was kissing it.

‘Which room’s yours?’

A Lesson For My Mother [Mf] [fantasy] [huml] [inc] [Fsub]

I was sick and tired of my prudish mother interfering with my burgeoning sex life. After getting caught sucking off my boyfriend Josh’s cock by my mother, and getting grounded for a month, I had to do something drastic.

During the third week of my punishment I hatched my brilliant plan. My mother refused to see that I was finally grown up, and old enough to fuck whomever I want. My plan would shock her all at once and show her what a sex nymph I really can be. Then she won’t bat an eye the next time she catches me sucking of a boy, and navigating the high school social scene will finally be bearable.

I had no intention of serving my full sentence, and the plan would work best when my mother and two
sisters were all out of the house. With only a week left the school play both of my younger sisters were performing in would be the only opportunity. That gave me less than two full days to plan every detail down to perfection. I decided to quickly call Josh to reveal my plan. Saturday night my family would be in for a show much wilder than the school play.