Cutting my panties off [m/f]
“HELP ME!” or “The Cam Girl”
By Jada Fire
Part 1
Harold Sidlowski lived a dull life. Almost every waking moment was engaged in some sort of commerce or electronic entertainment. He shared the pasty pallor of the invalid, the pedophile and the jailbird, despite being mostly harmless.
His daylight hours were spent shifting fields of data from one theoretical container to another in an endless litany of database migrations. He dealt with systems that were too convoluted and old even for the Artificial Intelligences to figure out and often spent hours simply retyping information from ancient systems. He was a button pusher, a computer monkey. George Jetson with an anxiety complex and no family.
His job was so fundamentally uninteresting, that even when friends and relatives that were tempted to ask what he did, he couldn’t tell them. If he did, they soon regretted it as they were bored into submission by the minutia of data migration. Given this clear cut feedback, Harold took to inventing job titles for himself like, “Compu Knave” and “DSL Mage”, when queried about his occupation. At least then he could tell them interesting stories.
[FM] The last time we fucked (m25, f22) [long]
I should had said no. They told me that he doesn’t deserve me. He told me himself that I’m too good for him. I don’t care though, I want him.
When I try to be strong and remember the ways he hurt me, my mind strays back to those rare, tender moments… meeting me with a wolfish grin at the door, pulling me closer to him at night, the sickly sweet pet names whispered straight into my ear. Those long nights crying into my pillow seem so distant, tears so dry.
I shake myself mentally and focus on the now, focus on the fact that we’re lying on his bed, staring into his eyes. They soften around me, harden when he’s scared. That’s why he pushed me away, I tell myself, he was scared. His voice brings me back, ‘I missed you’, he whispers.
My heart drops, then leaps. I don’t know what to say. I don’t. His hands reach towards me, and his eyes stay soft. I want that look to be mine, and mine only. His hand reaches out and I desperately need him to touch me, he brushes an imaginary hair out of my eyes and I’m gone. I’m his and he knows it.
[m] [panties] long time friend sent me her panties.
This is my first post here. Just wanted to tell a story that happened to me around Christmas time. I have known a friend since high school let’s call her Y. I have always had a thing for her, but we never have done anything besides flirting. I never pursued anything since she has always had a man, and simply I didn’t want for things to get weird. I consider us close as we have helped each other with various things, or simply spending time together. So about six months ago Y moved to Florida, it saddens me but I understood her reasons. We’ll talk on the phone and text every day or every other day. She asks me for my address saying she wants to send me a card. I told her I sent her a gift card already. Y asked what would I want in return, and I replied to send me a pair of her panties. I remember vividly that she took a long time to reply, making me cringe inside. But she actually said yes, I could not believe it. The woman I have been wanting is actually going to send me her panties. A week later I received a card with her purple thong inside. She mentioned it once after that, but that’s it. Let me say also while she was living near me, I have taken a few pairs of hers as well. Y would leave them in the bathroom in her hamper or just hung on the door. It’s never been brought up, so either she doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Sorry about the long story, but how should I proceed cause I want more lol. Thanks for reading.
[FM] Fucked my college professor.
*I figure posting about this will be a win/win for all of us. You get some hot student teacher sex stories, I get a place to anonymously vent about this, since I hate keeping secrets but I really can’t/shouldn’t open my mouth about this. I will try my best to keep his identity vague for the sake of his job security and professional career. Enjoy!*
I was a second semester freshman at my university when I took a class taught by Z. The class was a gen-ed course, completely unrelated to my major, but I thought it was an interesting subject and needed the credit. The very first day of class, Z showed up more than five minutes late. I took to him right away. He isn’t a tall man, somewhere between five foot eight and five foot ten, but he has a presence that makes him seem much taller. My university is not a southern school, but he is from some southeast state, giving him a bit of a drawl. He has a short, light brown scruffy beard and mustache and green eyes, with kind of a David Beckham style haircut. Pointed features, strong jaw- just my type. He would teach with such enthusiasm about his subject. It was endearing.
[MF] The Era of Man Slut: Stephanie
I didn’t go on my first legitimate date until I was 19 and in college, and the sum total of sexual experiences I had during this blissful undergraduate years wouldn’t even require the remaining fingers of a grizzled old high school Wood Shop teacher to count, so while I wasn’t completely inexprienced, I’d hardly say I had a particular set of skills, acquired over a long career.
This changed when I entered graduate school, though to be honest, I don’t know *what* specifically changed, or how I can harnass it for amazing personal gain (because if I *could* do that, I’d already be living in Atlantis and fucking my harem of mermaids – I like to dream big).Somewhere between general study at one university and applying for much higher education at another, there was a seismic shift in my ability to interact with women I find attractive and, more importantly, their overall interest in me. As a result, I now refer to my graduate school career as the Era of Man Slut, because sweet bouncing *bits*, I had a lot of sex during that time.
[MF] – Thirsty Thursdays – sex with a stranger
“Why in the world did I agree to come out for drinks on a Thursday after work?” Jamie was still nursing her first drink. Thirsty Thursdays were a big deal with her new office mates. She had dodged all previous invitations, but finally gave in this week after some not-so-gentle nudging from her best friend in the office. Now here she sat nodding and laughing at all the appropriate times, but secretly counting down the minutes until she could make her exit and go home.
“Excuse me. Is anyone sitting here?” Jamie jerked her head to the left to see who was asking the question. A man easily over 6 feet and broad shouldered with bright eyes and an easy smile stood before her staring quizzically. She shook her head no and continued glancing back at the gorgeous man unable to speak. He smiled a stunningly sincere thanks and sat down next to her.
“Hi. I’m Eric.”
Pure erotica short story with a long & really steamy scene
[ff] Summer Christian Mission Trip Affair
I found God when I was 15. I wasn’t looking particularly, so maybe it would be better to say he found me. I attended this youth group at my family’s church where we studied the Bible. Presumably many of you are familiar with the kind of setup involved and those that aren’t can imagine. I remember it was reading through the Gospel of Luke that I realised I really did believe in Jesus.
*S was a year older than me. She had light brown skin and the blackest, straightest hair you could imagine. It shone. Her beauty was effortless. When she smiled, her eyes lit up and it was like a movie star was staring at you. When she talked to you, her whole being was directed towards you, her body would turn to you, you would have her complete attention. She made you feel listened to.*
Long story short, in a very confused and enthusiastic way, I threw myself into my faith. I was far from the perfect disciple, but I was sincere. And that is how I ended up on a summer mission trip to Moldova.