The New Employee: Stress Management Specialist. [MF] [Public, freeuse-ish, fingering, Fsub]

Liz stared at herself in the mirror, psyching herself up, chest heaving with each breath. Her icy blue eyes stared back at her, wide with stress – or was it anticipation? Unbidden, they slowly slid down, following the curve of her face, her neck, drawn down to her breasts, pushed together and up in the sluttiest bra she’d ever worn. She hadn’t even known they could look that good.

Sighing, she turned around, leaning on the sink as she glanced at the clothes on the clothes hanger on the wall opposite. Clothes was quite the misnomer – they revealed more than they hid, a skirt with a slit down the side reaching up to her waist, a thin blouse, buttons only just reaching past her belly button. Now she understood why the bra she was wearing was so nice, it would be on full display!

She checked the time – ten to nine. Her shift started at nine on the dot, and she couldn’t possibly be late on her first day. She got dressed, turned to check herself in the mirror once again, and gasped at what she saw – she looked like a proper whore, tits nearly spilling out of her blouse, ass snug in the tight skirt, high heels arching her back and pushing both out. Despite herself, she felt a tingle of satisfaction at how *great* she looked. Read more »

His Secret Room [MF, BDSM, oral, mast]

I’m too young and naive for this shit. Being the record company’s girl Friday to babysit a nasty rock star who decided to write his latest album in his secluded Oregon home was more than I bargained for. In my twenty three years of parties and late nights in clubs, I thought I’d seen everything. But when I accidentally found Shane’s hidden torture chamber, a fifteen feet by fifteen foot room of raw cinder block lit by a sputtering fluorescent light, I froze in horror. A wide vinyl dentist’s like chair with thick leather wrist and ankle restraints took up the center of the room. A dental light was twisted and propped over the chair and a steel dental tray holding little stainless steel instruments of torture glittered beside it. Manacles hung bolted to a wall. Photos of scantily dressed women covered a cork board on the wall. On a rolling table sat a machine with meters and dials and electrode wire leads with pincers like jumper cables. Were the splatters at my feet blood or paint? It’s all so frightening. So why do I trust him and am so ready to indulge his fantasies? That’s the power my client has over women. As Shane and I walked down into the basement, to his secret room, I began to have second thoughts. Read more »

KISSED BY FIRE [FM, Str8]

The train thunders past as I run to try and catch it, but in vain. “Fuck!” I yell out causing an old man with a stroller passing me to turn his head and give me a disapproving look. “Fuck you too grandpa!” I add with such anger he hastily scurries away. I realise there is absolutely no way for me to make it on time anymore. Defeated, I slide down the wall onto the platform and start to cry, or rather sob uncontrollably, you know, with snot ending up all over your face. Someone taps me on the shoulder. “Sorry miss, but are you okay? I know train tracks are a very common suicidal spot and it would hurt my heart seeing someone as beautiful as yourself jumping.” That’s probably the worst opening sentence I’ve ever heard, but despite everything it is the nicest thing someone has said to me in a long while. I look up.

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Sex with my high school sweetheart [FM]

My husband Dalton and I have always had great sex. We were high school sweethearts and learned about the anatomy of the opposite sex in the most fun ways possible over our two year relationship from 16-18 years old. We decided to break up for college but it didn’t last more than a year before we were back together, the chemistry has just always been that strong. The first night that we hooked up again after being broken up for a year was nothing short of incredible. Reunion sex….amiright?!

It was late in summer, and a mutual friend who went off to college on the other side of the country was in town and we both knew that we would see each other while our friend was in town. This friend’s parents had a BBQ to bring everyone together and making eye contact with my “ex” and flirting throughout the night was getting me so excited and emotional. Dalton had grown probably 3 inches but it might as well have been a foot, he looked so tall to me. He had also put on a significant amount of muscle. All our guy friends commented on it and he said he had been working out 5 days a week at college. He was not the lanky thing that had me by only 15/20 pounds in high school….he was looking like a man now. Read more »

The Last Train at Midnight [MF, public sex]

Ever since Eden watched a couple having sex on a subway train on her commute home at midnight, she wanted to do the same. And when the same man, a devilishly handsome bad boy, caught her watching and told her to dress in lingerie under her coat and meet him on the platform at mid-night a week from that day, she laughed him off. But here she was, waiting for him on the subway platform, dressed in a black bra, panties and stocking beneath her winter coat on a snowy December night. She adjusted the coat, cinching the belt around her waist before wrapping her cashmere scarf around her neck. Her snatch was cold, hit with the cold updrafts seeping into her coat as she made her way down the subway steps to the near empty platform. She looked for him but didn’t see her and suddenly felt ridiculous being half naked beneath her coat. Then heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned to see him. This is crazy. She doesn’t even know his name. Read more »

Hooking Up With My Ex

First post here, but really wanted to get a fantasy of mine in writing and didn’t know where else to go.

It’s been two years since the breakup, and we’d only spoken to each other about three times since. Mostly at the loss of a family member and we reached out to offer condolences. We were together for six and a half years, so our families meant a lot to each of us.

My best friend was getting married to the girl of his dreams. Interestingly enough, I made this best friend while I was dating my ex – his girlfriend was one of her best friends. Our friendship was stronger than the breakup, though, and I’ve stayed in touch with him ever since. I knew that one day we’d have the awkward experience of both standing up in the wedding, but I was able to get past that. It was their day to celebrate, not ours to fight. Read more »

Looking for a story

Around June-July 2015 I read a story or series of stories that I cannot find. From what I can remember it centers around a man and wife/girlfriend. The guy is blackmailed by his neighbor who has information that he owes someone (irs?) money and is hiding. He blackmails the guy starting slowly but in the end gets the wife(?) pregnant and she leaves him. I remember the neighbor being described as a troll(?). The story is told from the husbands perspective. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

[F]ucking a jackass colleague in A[M]sterdam

Wappenin Reddit. Long time listener, first time caller here. As a long-term hobag I’ve got a fair few stories to tell, so hopefully this is the first of many. For the record, I’m a 24 year-old brunette from the UK. I am also prone to veering off-topic, so apologies if that happens here. Also also, every time I’ve tried to write this down I’ve just ended up getting too horny to carry on, so if it’s disjointed I apologise.

A short while ago, I was invited to Amsterdam for work reasons (result). It was me, my fusty old boss from work and precisely no-one else that I knew in attendance, apart from about 20 delegates from other labs. Unfortunately, my hopes of sneaking off to the coffeeshops were dashed by the full agenda they’d set out for each of us over the two days, but on the bright side the company that had brought us out there had clearly spared no expense. We were put up in a five star hotel, taken to Michelin starred restaurants, and generally treated like royalty, which is a bit of a rarity in my profession. Read more »

[M]aking her a [F]ew minutes late

First time poster.

I figured I would start by posting one of our more recent experiences together, and if people seem to like them, I can share more.

My girlfriend and I have beeen dating about a year and a half. She learned early that I am pretty dominant in bed and being dominated presented a lot of new experiences to her. The more time goes by, the more she embraces being submissive, and the more she requests the really kinky stuff :)

I work delightfully random hours and this particular Saturday night, I had to go in around 10pm. I was lounging around in my gymshorts and t shirt around 7 and my girlfriend was in the bathroom getting ready to go meet her friends. At about 715 she emerges from the bathroom, all dolled up with makeup and dressed cute for her evening out. She was wearing a bluish velvet top and skin tight jeans and started making her way towards the living room to put on her shoes and kiss me goodbye. Read more »