Italian Lingerie Store [FF]

My name is Gabriela.

No, it's not, but I'm not telling you my real name. I'm 29 years old. I was 29 last year too.

I'm a professional girlfriend. My boyfriends' wives would call me a whore.

My boyfriends buy me jewelry, clothing, pay my rent, my credit card bills, sometimes even give me shares in their companies or illegal stock tips.

What do they get out of it? What do you think? They get a beautiful woman to go out with, to secretly take on business trips, to make their friends jealous, but most of all, they get mind-blowing sex. The kind of sex their wives couldn't even dream of competing with. Of course, their wives are busy running the house, organizing the help, raising the kids, planning fund-raisers.

I don't have to do any of that crap. I spend my days making myself irresistible to their husbands. I get massages, facials, manicures, tennis coaching. I work out with my personal trainer four times a week. I make sure I'm the kind of woman a rich man will risk everything to be with, except that there's no risk. I'm discreet, I never make a scene, I never ask them to leave their wives, I never call them at home, I never get pregnant. They know this, and they appreciate it.

*5 Minute Fiction* [Str8, MF, X-Post] Long Distance

LONG DISTANCE

He’d gone away without making any promises. While I was here being tortured with the memories of how he used to look at me, the way his hands could make me feel, was he in paradise with someone else, who got to have his arms around her? I knew the Internet was unreliable on the island, but I was starting to wonder if that was a convenient excuse.

PING!

I hurried to my phone to check my inbox. It had to be him.

"Don’t forget the wine for Dad on Saturday."

My sister, the most organized person on the planet.

PING!

I went to the phone slowly. I couldn’t bear the disappointment if it wasn’t him. My pulse quickened when I saw his name. I waited a few minutes, savoring the anticipation.

"Day off today. Went snorkeling. Pretty cool fish. Mike says they might need me for another month."

I almost hurled the phone across the room. It had taken him 4 days to reply with that? No answers to my questions, no response to my affectionate outpourings? That was it! I decided. I would wait a week to reply.

First time with my girlfriend [MF][first person]

It was finally the day I had been waiting for: Kayla and I were finally going to have sex. We had talked about it plenty, and we had definitely pleasures each other in different ways, but today we were finally going to actually do it; we were going to lose our virginities to each other.

She was coming over right after work. She would still be wearing scrubs, which would make it all the easier to rip her clothes off. She knocked on the door and I run downstairs my heart racing and my dick already hard. I open the door and pull her inside and close the door behind her. I push her back up against the door in my passion as we begin to kiss. She wraps her legs around me and she can feel my dick rubbing against her leg. As I take of her shirt she gets down on her knees. "I need you in my mouth" she says in almost a gasp. She unzips my jeans and yanks them down my thick cock almost bursting out of my boxers, she yanks those down too and puts me in her mouth. She starts slowly, her tongue swirling around the head of penis, and then going slowly deeper and deeper, but now I need to taste her.

MILFmas [Str8, mF, anal, bukkake celeb, oral]

"Alright, I understand", I said to my parents on the phone.

They are stuck at the airport, on Christmas eve none the less! And by the sound of it, it looks like they won't be home until the day after Christmas. I sat on my couch in my pajamas. The air was cold in the house, but the lit fireplace was making concentrated warmth. Staring at the cookies and milk on a plate near the fireplace, I knew Santa wasn't real, but I always put them out on Christmas for the spirit of the holiday. All of a sudden, the fire goes out.

All of the house seems to go dark.

I began to hear what sounded like struggling coming from the chimney. Suddenly, two kicking red heels jut out into view. Legs then a torso soon follow until an entire person falls down.

From Stripper to Hooker [FM/FF][oral][anal][prost]

I'd been stripping for about 6 months. It wasn't my first choice, but I'd been unable to find a job since graduating with an engineering degree – it seems people just couldn't handle the idea of a pretty, female engineer.

It was an ok gig, and it more than paid the bills. I certainly didn't get off on it like I hear about with some girls – it was just a job.

One evening after my shift, the club manager called me into his office. He told me there was a message on the office answering machine the day before asking about hiring a stripper for a private party. He said they didn't do that (something about insurance), but I could have the number for $50 if I wanted a little side work. I'd heard other girls mention this arrangement, so I was pretty sure he wasn't scamming me, and I figured I could probably make good money doing the party in less than an hour, then still make my shift at the club, so I handed over the cash, and he gave me a torn piece of paper with the name "Mike" and a number.

How Are Mine? [MF, exh, oral, first time]

The tall, redheaded woman stepped out of the hot tub and walked back towards the hotel, the warm water still dripping off of her body, leaving behind a darkened trail on the pavement. We were alone once again. I looked over at Michael. His eyes bounced up and down in perfect synchrony with her thong-clad ass. I elbowed him in the side. Hard.

“You’re such a lecher, geez… That poor woman…”

“What? I was just admiring her swimsuit.”

“Uh huh, I noticed you ‘admiring’ it the entire time she was here. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, I noticed. Tell me, what did you like best about her swimsuit?”

“I liked…how it…exposed most of her tits…” he explained, helpfully using hand gestures in case I had forgotten what her chest had looked like. Not much chance of that. I was going to have nightmares about being suffocated by cantaloupes for days.

I punched his arm. “Pervert! I’m surprised she didn’t pop out of that handkerchief… What’s so special about them, anyway? They’re just big… She might as well stuff cantaloupes down her top.”

[Mf][MAST][SCIFI] I woke up like this. Late twenties guy wakes up in a new body…

This is a story were a late twenty something wakes up in a woman's body. I'll note that this is very rough draft, I haven't proofed it at all yet, but really wanted to share. I always have been excited at the idea of a body switch, or something along these lines, and expereincing what its like to be a woman. Love to hear what the ladies have to say about my interpretation too, and I'm open to ideas and suggestions on where it's gonna go next.

Silk Panties for You [F],[exh],[voy],[mast]

I do this all for you.

In front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I slowly unbutton my silk blouse, revealing a pretty white bra edged with pink lace. It has a little pink bow in the center, nestled between my large breasts.

I softly caress the tops of my tits, then unzip my skirt, kicking it to one side. My panties match the bra, with the ribbon in front. I'm wearing thigh-high stockings, again with pink ribbons.

I reach behind me and unfasten the bra. My breasts are free, and I admire them in the mirror, with their perky, dark nipples. I slip out of the panties just as the rotating fan swings past me. The breeze feels good on my bare pussy.

The Auction [F],[exh],[mast]

"Sold!" yelled the auctioneer.

Amid a spattering of applause, the naked girl hurriedly scooped up her clothes and scampered past us through the curtains and off the stage, giving me a shy grin as she went by. The young man ahead of me was next, and he sauntered out into the spotlight. There were a few wolf-whistles, and the auctioneer began his patter, "Ok folks, here's Paul, he's 23, and six one. This one is ladies-only, so wants him all to herself for the next twenty-four hours?"

Island Vacation pt4 [mf][oral]

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Chills or no, sometime over the last twenty-four hours Mom had lost her ability to frighten me. I texted her back.

"I'm busted? I just had a lovely dinner with Theo's sister. I'll be there when I get there."

I put my phone down and stretched, reaching my fingertips up to towards the ceiling. My back and neck made alarmingly loud cracks, but I felt wonderful to my toes.

"Everything okay?" Renauld whispered as he padded over to me from the bed. Vicky was still snuggled into a pillow.

I put my arms down around his neck and pulled him in for a soft kiss. His lips were warm. The way he looked at me and kissed me made me feel like the only woman in the world.

"Yeah," I said and meant it.

He gave me such an intense look that I felt a little twinge of embarrassment. Inspecting him in return, I let my gaze drift over his brown eyes, strong jaw, and curly hair. We had shared something unique in my life and I'd be forever grateful for his tenderness and passion. It was foolish given how long I'd known him, but part of me felt closer to him than anyone I'd ever dated.