Jonah and the World Around Him PT.1 [mF]

(NOTE: This is part one of a multi-part story. It’s much more of a slow-building story line than what I’ve attempted before, so apologies if it doesn’t land right away.)

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Freshman year was not kind to Jonah. Or rather, it didn’t begin that way.

Near the end of summer the school he was due to attend, the school where all his friends would go, was redistricted and Jonah would instead head off to the newly opened Shermer High School. As if the jump from middle school to high school wasn’t frightening enough, he would have to do it without familiar company. To make matters worse, while most of the boys his age were hitting growth spurts left and right, Jonah remained a pale, short, skinny kid with mop of frustratingly straight brown hair and thick glasses. It was a look that would later become very popular, but did almost nothing for him at the time. He was “cute” when he wanted to be “hot”, or at least that’s what he thought girls wanted.

What I Did Last Night (Part Two) [M/F/oral]

I took a few moments, lying with my dress held together with just one button below my chest, bra under my heaving tits, my cunt spasming over and over as I crested the hard climax and descended from the heights of pleasure.

He kept his mouth pressed tight to me, and with the closeness and familiarity of a long relationship he knew to leave my hyper-sensitised clitoris alone now, but instead he sucked and lapped at my lips. He swallowed the wine, mingled with my creamy cummy juices, and still kept up the loving of my pussy.

My nipples were still tingling and erect, thimbles of hard flesh under my hands on each breast.

Gradually, I regained my composure and my breathing calmed down, the feeling of the blood pumping around my genitals fading away so that the out of body experience of the orgasm gave way to the reality of my boyfriend kissing my lady.

Sitting up, feeling him cling to my cunt as long as he could before I swung my legs together and sat forward, normally again, I took my glass and a long swallow of the warm red.

Surprise Visitor [FM/F, cuck, huml, light Fsub]

Here’s my first crack at a story. It’s long, I know. Basically, I was talking to a friend of mine about her fantasies, and she laid out a scenario where she watches her boyfriend fuck another woman in front of her. The other woman is clearly hotter and taunts her a little about the whole thing, but it turns my friend on like crazy and she gets off watching. I thought it would be fun to try to write a story for her fantasy. Hope you like it!
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You get the text while you are out running errands. It’s Jack, and it’s cryptic.

“Get home soon. Be waiting in the bedroom. Panties only. There’s a surprise.”

Immediately you feel the wetness start coming on with a delightful tingle. What could the surprise be? You and Jack frequently talk about ways to keep sex exciting and new. Maybe he’s planning to act out a new role-playing scenario with you.

Your mind flutters with the possibilities as you race home, eager to comply with Jack’s instructions.

As you walk in the front door, you notice the silence. Jack must not be waiting for you at home. You make your way to the bedroom and still there’s no sign of him anywhere.

Shapeshifting Ghost Sex?? [MF reluc]

I’m actually doing a bit of market research here. One of my authors (I’ll link to his blog in the comments) wrote this as a promotional piece for one of our other authors. It got a ton of pageviews, but zero comments. I can’t tell if it’s not sexy enough, or sexy because it’s almost all anticipation, or the antipathy between the two characters. I’m really just looking for any constructive feedback Reddit wants to give. I tried to get some similar feedback on Facebook and ended up with an alarming number of dick pics in my inbox. So…help a girl out?

The Inhuman by Reggie Barkwell

–Liset Laraña, the witch, read a magazine in her faux magic shop. To be clear, she was a real witch, with real power. Her store, however, sold intentional shams to people who didn’t know any better.

She lounged on an overly expensive beanbag chair, nestled in deep with her long arms and longer legs sticking out at sharp angles. The magazine rested in the pocket created by the calf or one leg resting perpendicularly on her knee.

She scooped the bottom corner of a page with a crimson nail, then flipped it casually with a slender finger.

What I Did Last Night [M/F/oral]

Last night I was suffering the Monday blues and found solace where I (and so many others before me) have done previously – a lovely glass of red wine! I had been at work quite late and was tired out, so we had dinner (my boyfriend and I) and then relaxed onto the sofa with a bottle between us.

The nights are drawing in so we closed the blinds and snuggled up.

We almost immediately got frisky; I guess my touching his dick through his shorts may have started things! It looked so nice, a half erection which I’d allowed to settle after giving him a huge hard on just as he’d got back home. I’d greeted him with a full on snog and a flash of my knickers; easy to accomplish because of the handy buttons up the entire front, which I’d only buttoned the middle three or four of.

His prick swelled immediately under the cotton of the shorts as I ran my hand over it, and we kissed sensuously between sips of wine. My barely contained breasts were soon in his hands, one of the upper buttons popping undone with the strain of the F cup bra and the creamy firm tits within.

Casual Conversation Vol. 1 – Doctor’s Orders [MF] [POV] [Oral]

*Andrew has been quietly smiling at you, all night. Not in an unsettling way. He warmly gazes at you, while you vent about work. You understand it’s poor form to exhaustingly discuss office politics on a first date, but it’s been a particularly rough day and it’s difficult to stop nervously talking while the handsome doctor comfortingly stares back at you.*

*Online dating services are the worst. Two years have merited zero rewards. You’ve grown disillusioned by the carbon copies of your ex-fiance, underemployed, emotionally-detached man-children. Maybe, that’s all that was left, the good ones having been locked down in college or high school, or even sooner.*

*You were initially reluctant to allow your friend, Stephanie, set you up on a date. She has always had the worst taste in men. She caught your attention, though, when she told you this guy was a doctor. You’re not a gold-digger, but being a doctor requires some semblance of having your shit together, a trait in short supply with the men you’ve dated.*

The Dresser Drawer [mf, inc, oral]

Jeremy was a typical teenage boy with typical teenage problems and concerns. Most notably of these: sex.

Like many boys his age, sex became part of the background radiation of each day–always present, influencing everything to greater or lesser degrees. Lately, that omnipresent force was un-ignorable. The recent discovery of masturbation had set Jeremy’s pubescent brain on fire.

The first time he masturbated to orgasm was during a weekend visit at his father’s house and nearly ended in disaster. The bedroom he slept in there contained, among other things, a dresser that his step-mother used to store her panties and bras. Jeremy stumbled upon this in a bout of boredom one evening, just snooping about. When he opened the drawer containing his step-mom’s panties, his cock went solid in a millisecond though not without some apprehension. These are my step-mom’s panties! I’m not supposed to be looking at these, or even thinking about them!

Stardew Valerie: A Lucky Penny [ff][oral][rule 34]

A petite young woman with long pink pigtails took her first steps onto the stone square of Pelican Town. Her ruby eyes were framed by thick lashes, and she wore a red plaid skirt with a white collared shirt and a black necktie. She squinted against the sun, but its warmth felt good on her fair skin, and she smiled as she took in the different buildings. Her name was Valerie, and she was the new farmer in town. She had just planted her first crops that morning, then after a nice shower and change of clothes, had decided to meet her new neighbors.

The first person she spotted was a girl with curly red hair that hung just past her ears. She wore a dandelion yellow collared shirt with short sleeves and a tan pencil skirt. A ragged cloth book bag was slung over her shoulder, and she seemed to be struggling to carry its weight, gripping the strap tightly with one hand and jutting her hip out to the side to keep from tipping over.

“Need some help?” Valerie called from behind her.

The girl looked back over her shoulder in surprise. “Oh! Uh, I think I’ve got it…”

Bi-Hooker, Bye Crook part 2 [Blackmail] [MM]

That brought a happy end to George’s latest Vegas trip. He’d paid Clarissa for their wonderful evening together. She’d seemed keen to leave following the sex, he’d half expected her to forget asking for the money! No such luck but it was the best grand he’d spent in a good long while. He’d returned home to the usual frostbitten reception. Joyless and suspicious wife, not the least bit interested in the details of his trip, nor in his amorous advances; situation normal. The weekend had passed as they usually did with any excuse to get the hell out of the house.

It was on Monday morning that life once again became interesting for George. He arrived at the office building at the usual time, zoned out with the routine of making his way from the car to the elevator. Looking but not seeing, the myriad of people on their way in and out of the always busy Federal building. This morning was a little different however, a tall, good looking blonde guy had fallen in step with him from out of nowhere and he gently murmured something inaudible causing George to stop and engage.

“I’m sorry? What?”

Not Yet [Str8] [MF] [Fsub]

I wake up to his warm hands caressing me under the sheets. First running up my arm, then back down my side, and over my hip. I snuggle back against him, feeling his already hard cock against my ass. As his hands continue their early morning exploration, he bends his head and whispers in my ear. “Good morning, my pet. Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmm,” is all I can respond. His hands have changed course, now cupping my breast. He traces my nipple with the tip of his finger.

“I asked you a question, pet.” His voice a bit rougher. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes!” I gasp sharply as he pinches my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, making my back arch and my pussy throb. I can feel myself getting wet already, and yet I know this is only the beginning.

“Good,” he replies, soothing my pain with his thumb, rolling it lightly over the hard peak. “You’re going to need your strength today.”