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[MF] nurse gives a helping hand

This is a throwaway for anonymity reasons. Everything I wrote here happened while I was in college in the Northeast in 2010. This is my first time writing erotica, even if this is a memory. So I hope you enjoy.

So this one day Sarah walks into my dorm room i remember thinking how hot she was, Sarah had an normal body not fat or skinny just normal she had nice butt, small boobs 34B if i recall and a beautiful tight ass. She said “whats up its a beautiful day, lets go for a walk”.Now this is funny cause I’m severely disabled and use an electric wheelchair. Sarah was my nurse and until this day she was just a nurse like the million others i’ve had. so as we are “walking” the conversation turns to sex which it often did cause we’re both huge pervs. she asked

Sarah:Do you jerk off anymore

Josh:kinda but its not all that pleasurable, I just rock in my chair till it helps me cum. Does the trick though in a pinch.

Sarah: so you don’t grab you dick and stroke it?

Josh: no not without being set up for it. Read more »

Choose your own gender [sci-fi]

**[WP] Everyone is born without reproductive organs and at eighteen you can pick which set of organs you like, you and your partner keep putting it off.**

*You both thought that you were one role and your partner was the other except when you turned eighteen you both wanted the same organs. You’re both hopelessly in love but aren’t attracted to the same sex so to continue to stay together you’ve lived a long time as an androgynous pair. Time is running out though, you both need to make a choice in the next few days, will you sacrifice for your love or will your partner or possibly will you both stay with your original desire? Maybe this will be the struggle that breaks you apart and makes you stronger.*

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”I mean this whole thing is stupid right?” I said for the tenth time.

“Right, so stupid.” You agreed.

“We’ve been together for 5 years now-“

“4 and a half.”

“Almost 5 years, and this is what’s going to break it for us?”

“I don’t want it to.” You said quietly, your fingers tracing across my chest. Read more »

Kidnapped [M] by a sexy femdom. Long story

I wake up in an unfamiliar room. I’m a little groggy but, as I come to, I realize I’m standing. My hands are restrained above my head, my legs are spread wide apart and I’m restrained at the knees and feet. I am naked from the waist down and there is a gag in my mouth so I can’t speak or scream. I start to struggle to test my bindings and the adrenaline starts to kick in. It helps clear my head a but and I notice I have a bit of a headache. I hear someone enter the room from behind and I try to make some noise for help. All I hear is what sounds like a woman letting out a long “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I settle down so I don’t anger her in my compromised position. She comes around in front of me and I am completely stunned. If I wasn’t already gagged I would be speechless with my jaw falling off. Staning before me is a woman about 5½ feet tall, smooth sunkissed skin, long wavey light brown hair, and brown eyes so big and beautiful I wanted to just look into them forever. My heart started to pound faster than when the adrenaline kicked in. She was a full figured woman with curves in all the right places. Starting from the bottom up she was barefoot with small but beautiful feet that I wanted to just massage. Her thighs were perfectly thick. Small enough to make anything she wore make any woman jealous but thick enough to crush a man’s head if he tried to get away from going down on her. She turned around to a table in the corner and a got a good look at her backside. Her ass knows no rivals. So perfectly plump that I wanted to just worship it. This butt could either end all wars or start the apocalypse. She turned back around and my eyes continued upwards. Her breast were about a C cup and matched her size. Her proportions were so exact it was like she was made in a lab. This whole time I was enjoying the view I had forgotten the situation I was in. This woman hadn’t said a single word and I realized she was looking down with a small grin in her face. I followed where her eyes were looking and saw she was staring at my now rock hard cock.
“I’m glad you can get it up this soon. Most men need more time for the sedative to leave their system but now we can start the fun sooner! Well, the part that is fun for me anyway. Normally the guy gets to have a little fun while I get him hard but you look like you are just so eager to please me aren’t you.” Read more »

The Pirate’s Revenge (Erotica) [mf]

The Pirate’s Revenge
Chapter 1
Victoria Astor leaned on the slick railing of the ship. Sea spray dampened her hair as she stared out into the endless turquoise ocean, an ocean that stretched out until its edges bled into the cyan sky above. A sound started her, and she glanced over her shoulder, wary that her foray to the bow of the ship had been observed by her overbearing nurse Blanche. Really, she mused, she was quite a bit too old for a nurse. Blanche had been her constant companion since birth, and though Victoria loved her dearly, she longed for the freedom to roam about unsupervised. However, once she reached England and was wed to her betrothed Lord Edward Vane, Blanche would cease to be her nurse altogether. She would stay on to care for Victoria’s own children, of course, but as the lady of her own household, Victoria hoped that her future position offered her more free will than her current state. Lord Vane was a mystery to Victoria, a stranger she had never met and yet was, according to her mother, a “suitable match.” Stroking the damp rail with one finger absentmindedly, Victoria pondered the idea of growing round with child and balked at the idea. Perhaps it was the result of her childhood spent in Port Royale, growing up in the unyielding Caribbean sun instead of the London rain her mother so often described with longing. Though Victoria could not fathom pining for storm clouds, Elizabeth Astor often reminisced on the polite society she had given up to become the governor’s wife in the wild Caribbean. She had done her best to rear Victoria as a proper debutante, but a childhood on the island had made the idea of raising foals far more desirable to Victoria than the idea of raising children. Nevertheless, the time had come for Victoria to wed, and so it was that she now sailed for London.
Victoria’s reverie was interrupted suddenly by a shout from the crow’s nest. She was unable to make out the scout’s words, but his message caused the deck to erupt into a frenzy of activity. Concerned, Victoria hiked up her silken skirts and peered around, unexpectedly anxious to find the nurse she had been so eagerly avoiding only moments earlier.
“Blanche!” she called out, moving down the deck towards the entrance to the cabins. Holding her heavy skirts in one fist, Victoria dodged scurrying crew mates as she made her way to the stairs. One burly sailor with a particularly detailed tattoo of a busty woman on his forearm called out to the helmsman, and this time Victoria caught a single word: pirates.
Instantly the blood drained from her face and she felt her knees go weak. Her father, Governor Robert Astor, had always made sure his daughter fully understood the malicious nature of pirates. He had lost his own brother, a captain in the British navy, to a particularly scoundrel attack by the dread pirate Edward Teach, better known as Blackbeard. Victoria remembered the fervor with which her father and his men had hunted Blackbeard, never ceasing, never resting until at last the infamous pirate died with English bullets in his chest. She spun and sprinted back toward the rail, peering over the edge and squinting until at last she saw in the distance that fatal sight: a ship hoisting an ominous black flag, headed straight for the Fortune.
“There you are!” Victoria started as she felt a hand grasp her elbow. She turned to see Blanche, her portly and aging nurse, standing behind her with a look of extreme worry on her face. “Get away from the railing. Come, come, come, we must go back in the cabins. Captain Morris has given us special instructions to lock ourselves in his quarters immediately.” Blanche pulled Victoria from the ship’s edge rather aggressively, corralling her towards the stern. “Good heavens, what are you thinking leaning over the railing like that, foolish girl!”
“So it is true, then,” said Victoria as the pair embarked back inside the ship and made their way down a dimly lit corridor. “We are about to be attacked by pirates.”
“Nonsense.” Blanche huffed as the two entered Captain Morris’s quarters. Blanche drew the bolt and proceeded the sit on the small bed, dragging Victoria along with her. “This is all just precautionary, just precautionary. Don’t lose your head yet-”
Before Blanche could finish her admonition, a blast of cannon fire rocked the ship. Blanche shrieked and clung to Victoria as the girl sat stunned in a state of disbelief. It felt unreal, like a nightmare Victoria could not seem to shake from her unconscious. Another blast from the ship’s cannons was fired, and now the battle was truly underway. Victoria understood the consequences of defeat; at best, the pirates would rob them of their valuables and leave them with their lives. Should they be a particularly brutal lot, however, the sun would set over the wreckage of their ship and the bodies that would soon sink to the ocean floor. Victoria shuddered at the prospect, which did not go unnoticed by her nurse. Blanche composed herself and hugged the girl tight to her breast. “There, now. It’s all right. Captain Morris is a fine captain, a very able captain indeed. All will end well, dear.”
The battle raged on for what seemed to be hours. The first shot to hit the Fortune rocked the boat incredibly and struck a deep note of fear in Victoria’s heart. She did her best to stay calm for Blanche’s sake, knowing full well that any sign of her own distress would only heighten Blanche’s terror. After the first impact, more cannon fire seemed to land, and Victoria’s hopes of victory began to slowly fade. Following a particularly fearsome blast, the cannon fire appeared to cease. All was quiet for a few moments, and then shouting began in earnest from above. The clash of swords could be heard distinctly, and with it, Victoria’s heart sank. They had been boarded. All was lost.
Blanche glanced wildly around the room, desperate to find a wardrobe or cupboard in which to hide her young ward. The small room offered no such accommodations, and so Blanche quickly shooed Victoria under the bed and hid her as best she could under the long ends of the bedsheet that hung down. “No matter what, keep quiet dear. Stay hidden as long as you can. If they sink the ship, try and make it to one of the rafts on board.” The two sat quietly for a moment, the nurse perched on the bed and Victoria lying flat on the dust-covered bed underneath.
Victoria took a deep breath. “Blanche, do you think-” the beginning of her question was interrupted by a fearsome crash at the door. “Hush, Victoria,” snapped Blanche, her outward sternness hardly reflecting the dread she felt inwardly. From her hiding spot, Victoria could see nothing but the door and instead focused on the sounds of shouting and scuffling that emanated from the hall. A booming voice ordered “In here!” and Victoria listened in horror as the deadbolt of Captain Morris’s cabin finally gave and heavy, booted footsteps came storming in. The same gruff voice ordered other men to take Blanche to the deck to join what he referred to as the “other prisoners,” and then commanded his men to ransack the room and bring all valuables topside. Victoria froze, muffling the sound of her own breathing with a sweaty palm over her mouth. She peered under the edge of the bed linens and saw pairs of boots rummaging around the room. Her blood ran cold as someone approached the edge of the bed. She silently moved back towards the wall, placing as much distance as possible between herself and the pirate. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, but she was brought swiftly back to reality when someone drew the bedcovers back and peered under the bed. Victoria gasped as the pirate’s tan, leathery face wrinkled into a sinister smile. She kicked his hand away as he reached out to draw her out from under the bed and he swore loudly in Portuguese when she made contact with her heel. Smiling no longer, the pirate grabbed one pale ankle and dragged Victoria out from under the bed as she squirmed and shrieked loudly.
“Silêncio, princesa,” leered the pirate. Victoria recoiled as the pirate stroked one of her cheeks with a callused hand. She turned away from him as he held her close, propping up her body weight. Up close, the pirate was even more fearsome, with dark, unforgiving eyes and tattoos covering the arms that gripped her now. “To the deck with ye.” The pirate said something to his companion in Portuguese and then threw Victoria unceremoniously over his shoulder as she protested loudly. Her cries continued until they reached the deck, whereupon the sight that met her eyes made her body go limp all at once. The bodies of the few British soldiers who had been aboard lay strewn about, blood staining their once-pristine British uniforms. The passengers of the ship and the remaining crew members were huddled together, guarded over by fearsome-looking pirates wielding swords and loathsome expressions. The pirate holding Victoria carried her over to this panicked group, dumping her brusquely amongst them. Victoria was immensely comforted when a tear-stained Blanche made her way over, grasping Victoria in an overwhelming embrace. “Oh darling it’s all right, it’s going to be all right,” choked out the nurse, seemingly seeking to comfort herself just as much as her young charge.
A hush fell suddenly over the prisoners and crew alike, and Victoria craned her neck over Blanche’s should to view the source of this abrupt quiet. A figure appeared, and Victoria let out a small and involuntary gasp. The man she saw before her was unlike any man she had ever seen before. He stood tall and athletic, tan skin reflecting his many months spent at sea. His white shirt lay open, revealing a muscled chest and a gold chain with a singular gold coin at the end. Long black hair fell to his shoulders, held back from his face by a colorful bandana. And his face…oh, his face. Victoria thought him simultaneously the most handsome and cruel-looking man she had ever seen. He was young, no more than fifteen years her elder, but his face showed an unquestionable authority that seemed befitting of someone much older. Full lips were framed by a black mustache and goatee, and piercing green eyes peered out from under kohl-lined lids. Looking at him, Victoria felt something stir within her, not fear but something much more primal and foreign to her consciousness. Victoria was grateful when Blanche pushed her out of sight behind her skirts, as she had the strange feeling that if this pirate were to look at her with his sea-colored eyes, he would be able to read her very thoughts.
Next to the pirate waked another man, equally fearsome in a much different way. The largest man Victoria had ever seen, bulging muscles rippled under deep ebony skin. Gold hoops twinkled in the pirate’s ear, and a single large scar marked his cheek. The two men talked quietly as they approached the group of prisoners, Victoria’s heart fluttering more loudly with each step taken. The two pirates stopped in front of the group, and the green-eyed pirate began to speak.
“Bonjour, my friends.” The greeting was dripping with sarcasm, his voice at once commanding and honeyed. “You may have heard of me; I am Jacques de Sore, son of La Buse, master of the Caribbean, most feared pirate of all the seven seas-am I forgetting anything, Caesar?” The pirate grinned and turned to his large companion, who returned his smile with a solemn head shake. The pirate continued in his lilting French accent, turning back to address his captives. “We do appreciate your cooperation here today, and we certainly appreciate all of the valuables you’ve been so kind as to gift us. Though I have enjoyed our time together-” here Jacques smiled widely “-it is time for us all to part ways. Now, as I don’t fancy your crew sailing for the nearest harbor and surprising me with a British warship, I’m afraid today the Fortune has run out of luck. Always a pity to sink a fine ship such as this one,” he shrugged here, “but the crew does enjoy a good scuttling. Ah, don’t look so solemn! I do believe I saw a couple long boats aboard. I’m sure you’ll work it out between yourselves.” Gasps and panicked whispers broke out among the prisoners as the pirate turned to face his companion. “Explosives ready, Caesar?” Caesar nodded. His speech completed, the two men began to walk away, presumably to re-board their own ship and leave the prisoners to their fate. Over his shoulder, Jacques addressed his captives for the last time. “Well then, I must bid you all adieu.” Victoria’s heart sank as the pirates walked away, and braced herself for her certain death. Read more »

The Pirate’s Revenge (Erotica) [mf]

The Pirate’s Revenge
Chapter 1
Victoria Astor leaned on the slick railing of the ship. Sea spray dampened her hair as she stared out into the endless turquoise ocean, an ocean that stretched out until its edges bled into the cyan sky above. A sound started her, and she glanced over her shoulder, wary that her foray to the bow of the ship had been observed by her overbearing nurse Blanche. Really, she mused, she was quite a bit too old for a nurse. Blanche had been her constant companion since birth, and though Victoria loved her dearly, she longed for the freedom to roam about unsupervised. However, once she reached England and was wed to her betrothed Lord Edward Vane, Blanche would cease to be her nurse altogether. She would stay on to care for Victoria’s own children, of course, but as the lady of her own household, Victoria hoped that her future position offered her more free will than her current state. Lord Vane was a mystery to Victoria, a stranger she had never met and yet was, according to her mother, a “suitable match.” Stroking the damp rail with one finger absentmindedly, Victoria pondered the idea of growing round with child and balked at the idea. Perhaps it was the result of her childhood spent in Port Royale, growing up in the unyielding Caribbean sun instead of the London rain her mother so often described with longing. Though Victoria could not fathom pining for storm clouds, Elizabeth Astor often reminisced on the polite society she had given up to become the governor’s wife in the wild Caribbean. She had done her best to rear Victoria as a proper debutante, but a childhood on the island had made the idea of raising foals far more desirable to Victoria than the idea of raising children. Nevertheless, the time had come for Victoria to wed, and so it was that she now sailed for London.
Victoria’s reverie was interrupted suddenly by a shout from the crow’s nest. She was unable to make out the scout’s words, but his message caused the deck to erupt into a frenzy of activity. Concerned, Victoria hiked up her silken skirts and peered around, unexpectedly anxious to find the nurse she had been so eagerly avoiding only moments earlier.
“Blanche!” she called out, moving down the deck towards the entrance to the cabins. Holding her heavy skirts in one fist, Victoria dodged scurrying crew mates as she made her way to the stairs. One burly sailor with a particularly detailed tattoo of a busty woman on his forearm called out to the helmsman, and this time Victoria caught a single word: pirates.
Instantly the blood drained from her face and she felt her knees go weak. Her father, Governor Robert Astor, had always made sure his daughter fully understood the malicious nature of pirates. He had lost his own brother, a captain in the British navy, to a particularly scoundrel attack by the dread pirate Edward Teach, better known as Blackbeard. Victoria remembered the fervor with which her father and his men had hunted Blackbeard, never ceasing, never resting until at last the infamous pirate died with English bullets in his chest. She spun and sprinted back toward the rail, peering over the edge and squinting until at last she saw in the distance that fatal sight: a ship hoisting an ominous black flag, headed straight for the Fortune.
“There you are!” Victoria started as she felt a hand grasp her elbow. She turned to see Blanche, her portly and aging nurse, standing behind her with a look of extreme worry on her face. “Get away from the railing. Come, come, come, we must go back in the cabins. Captain Morris has given us special instructions to lock ourselves in his quarters immediately.” Blanche pulled Victoria from the ship’s edge rather aggressively, corralling her towards the stern. “Good heavens, what are you thinking leaning over the railing like that, foolish girl!”
“So it is true, then,” said Victoria as the pair embarked back inside the ship and made their way down a dimly lit corridor. “We are about to be attacked by pirates.”
“Nonsense.” Blanche huffed as the two entered Captain Morris’s quarters. Blanche drew the bolt and proceeded the sit on the small bed, dragging Victoria along with her. “This is all just precautionary, just precautionary. Don’t lose your head yet-”
Before Blanche could finish her admonition, a blast of cannon fire rocked the ship. Blanche shrieked and clung to Victoria as the girl sat stunned in a state of disbelief. It felt unreal, like a nightmare Victoria could not seem to shake from her unconscious. Another blast from the ship’s cannons was fired, and now the battle was truly underway. Victoria understood the consequences of defeat; at best, the pirates would rob them of their valuables and leave them with their lives. Should they be a particularly brutal lot, however, the sun would set over the wreckage of their ship and the bodies that would soon sink to the ocean floor. Victoria shuddered at the prospect, which did not go unnoticed by her nurse. Blanche composed herself and hugged the girl tight to her breast. “There, now. It’s all right. Captain Morris is a fine captain, a very able captain indeed. All will end well, dear.”
The battle raged on for what seemed to be hours. The first shot to hit the Fortune rocked the boat incredibly and struck a deep note of fear in Victoria’s heart. She did her best to stay calm for Blanche’s sake, knowing full well that any sign of her own distress would only heighten Blanche’s terror. After the first impact, more cannon fire seemed to land, and Victoria’s hopes of victory began to slowly fade. Following a particularly fearsome blast, the cannon fire appeared to cease. All was quiet for a few moments, and then shouting began in earnest from above. The clash of swords could be heard distinctly, and with it, Victoria’s heart sank. They had been boarded. All was lost.
Blanche glanced wildly around the room, desperate to find a wardrobe or cupboard in which to hide her young ward. The small room offered no such accommodations, and so Blanche quickly shooed Victoria under the bed and hid her as best she could under the long ends of the bedsheet that hung down. “No matter what, keep quiet dear. Stay hidden as long as you can. If they sink the ship, try and make it to one of the rafts on board.” The two sat quietly for a moment, the nurse perched on the bed and Victoria lying flat on the dust-covered bed underneath.
Victoria took a deep breath. “Blanche, do you think-” the beginning of her question was interrupted by a fearsome crash at the door. “Hush, Victoria,” snapped Blanche, her outward sternness hardly reflecting the dread she felt inwardly. From her hiding spot, Victoria could see nothing but the door and instead focused on the sounds of shouting and scuffling that emanated from the hall. A booming voice ordered “In here!” and Victoria listened in horror as the deadbolt of Captain Morris’s cabin finally gave and heavy, booted footsteps came storming in. The same gruff voice ordered other men to take Blanche to the deck to join what he referred to as the “other prisoners,” and then commanded his men to ransack the room and bring all valuables topside. Victoria froze, muffling the sound of her own breathing with a sweaty palm over her mouth. She peered under the edge of the bed linens and saw pairs of boots rummaging around the room. Her blood ran cold as someone approached the edge of the bed. She silently moved back towards the wall, placing as much distance as possible between herself and the pirate. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, but she was brought swiftly back to reality when someone drew the bedcovers back and peered under the bed. Victoria gasped as the pirate’s tan, leathery face wrinkled into a sinister smile. She kicked his hand away as he reached out to draw her out from under the bed and he swore loudly in Portuguese when she made contact with her heel. Smiling no longer, the pirate grabbed one pale ankle and dragged Victoria out from under the bed as she squirmed and shrieked loudly.
“Silêncio, princesa,” leered the pirate. Victoria recoiled as the pirate stroked one of her cheeks with a callused hand. She turned away from him as he held her close, propping up her body weight. Up close, the pirate was even more fearsome, with dark, unforgiving eyes and tattoos covering the arms that gripped her now. “To the deck with ye.” The pirate said something to his companion in Portuguese and then threw Victoria unceremoniously over his shoulder as she protested loudly. Her cries continued until they reached the deck, whereupon the sight that met her eyes made her body go limp all at once. The bodies of the few British soldiers who had been aboard lay strewn about, blood staining their once-pristine British uniforms. The passengers of the ship and the remaining crew members were huddled together, guarded over by fearsome-looking pirates wielding swords and loathsome expressions. The pirate holding Victoria carried her over to this panicked group, dumping her brusquely amongst them. Victoria was immensely comforted when a tear-stained Blanche made her way over, grasping Victoria in an overwhelming embrace. “Oh darling it’s all right, it’s going to be all right,” choked out the nurse, seemingly seeking to comfort herself just as much as her young charge.
A hush fell suddenly over the prisoners and crew alike, and Victoria craned her neck over Blanche’s should to view the source of this abrupt quiet. A figure appeared, and Victoria let out a small and involuntary gasp. The man she saw before her was unlike any man she had ever seen before. He stood tall and athletic, tan skin reflecting his many months spent at sea. His white shirt lay open, revealing a muscled chest and a gold chain with a singular gold coin at the end. Long black hair fell to his shoulders, held back from his face by a colorful bandana. And his face…oh, his face. Victoria thought him simultaneously the most handsome and cruel-looking man she had ever seen. He was young, no more than fifteen years her elder, but his face showed an unquestionable authority that seemed befitting of someone much older. Full lips were framed by a black mustache and goatee, and piercing green eyes peered out from under kohl-lined lids. Looking at him, Victoria felt something stir within her, not fear but something much more primal and foreign to her consciousness. Victoria was grateful when Blanche pushed her out of sight behind her skirts, as she had the strange feeling that if this pirate were to look at her with his sea-colored eyes, he would be able to read her very thoughts.
Next to the pirate waked another man, equally fearsome in a much different way. The largest man Victoria had ever seen, bulging muscles rippled under deep ebony skin. Gold hoops twinkled in the pirate’s ear, and a single large scar marked his cheek. The two men talked quietly as they approached the group of prisoners, Victoria’s heart fluttering more loudly with each step taken. The two pirates stopped in front of the group, and the green-eyed pirate began to speak.
“Bonjour, my friends.” The greeting was dripping with sarcasm, his voice at once commanding and honeyed. “You may have heard of me; I am Jacques de Sore, son of La Buse, master of the Caribbean, most feared pirate of all the seven seas-am I forgetting anything, Caesar?” The pirate grinned and turned to his large companion, who returned his smile with a solemn head shake. The pirate continued in his lilting French accent, turning back to address his captives. “We do appreciate your cooperation here today, and we certainly appreciate all of the valuables you’ve been so kind as to gift us. Though I have enjoyed our time together-” here Jacques smiled widely “-it is time for us all to part ways. Now, as I don’t fancy your crew sailing for the nearest harbor and surprising me with a British warship, I’m afraid today the Fortune has run out of luck. Always a pity to sink a fine ship such as this one,” he shrugged here, “but the crew does enjoy a good scuttling. Ah, don’t look so solemn! I do believe I saw a couple long boats aboard. I’m sure you’ll work it out between yourselves.” Gasps and panicked whispers broke out among the prisoners as the pirate turned to face his companion. “Explosives ready, Caesar?” Caesar nodded. His speech completed, the two men began to walk away, presumably to re-board their own ship and leave the prisoners to their fate. Over his shoulder, Jacques addressed his captives for the last time. “Well then, I must bid you all adieu.” Victoria’s heart sank as the pirates walked away, and braced herself for her certain death. Read more »

I Knew It Fro[M] the Start

So, I can’t say that this is a story I’m proud of, or ever expected to share, but perhaps it belongs here.

Several years ago, I was in a long distance relationship. Maybe it would’ve lasted, maybe it wouldn’t have, but I know I killed it dead.

This is the story of the one and only time I’ve ever cheated.

It was spring, and I had one of my best friend’s weddings to attend (be in), so I flew home. I spent a couple days with my girlfriend, and then, because she had to work, went off to the wedding alone (a couple hours away). That night was the rehearsal dinner, and the next day would be the wedding.

Within an hour of getting to the rehearsal, I knew what would happen that night.

I was matched up to a bridesmaid that was a firecracker. She was cute (5’8″, nice big ass, small breasts, red hair), but her personality is what drew me in. She had attitude. She was confident. And she didn’t give a shit. We immediately started cracking jokes. Read more »

[MF] Lewis wasn’t his real name.

The first time I met you, you weren’t terribly impressive. You had a sly smile and nice hair. I just wanted to touch it when you climbed into the cab of my truck. You were laid back, it made me nervous. Dinner wasn’t anything special, you invited me back to your place after. We watched some bad horror movie. As the movie wrapped up, you sat with me and said, “I’m just going to try this.” Then you leaned in and kissed me. That’s when I let it go.

Your hands slipped around my waist, trailed down my back. I knotted my hands up in your hair and climbed into your lap. You grabbed my belt and rolled my hips into yours. I was surprised by the amount of growth under your jeans. It’s not like you were a big guy. You didn’t waste time with feeling me up over my clothes, you reached a hand down the back of my jeans to grab a handful of my ass and you moaned into my kiss. You laid down and pulled me with you, our kisses grew deeper, hungrier. Then your hand migrated a little further south than I expected. I hadn’t ever let people play that game with me. I pulled away and you made some snarky remark that there was no way with an ass like mine. I shook my head and you took the chance to roll me over. Read more »

Surprise Encounter with a girl who wasn’t my type [MF] [Slight SM]

* This story is long, and the build up is a bit to, scroll to the **** to get to the good part*

A little background on me. Im 35, 6’4 dark hair and eyes, 235lbs and built. Fitness is a big part of my life, I skip out on overtime to make sure I can get my gym time in. Normally my type of woman is decently muscular, who also spends a good amount of time in the gym, and I am a sucker for an ass built by squats. (amy_peletier on IG is a good example of my type) Tiny cardio bunnies are not for me. Anyways, Im a guard at medium sized midwest company. I just recently moved to a smaller off site building, working the lobby where all the employees walk in. Read more »