Mixing Business and Pleasure [MF]

The show had already begun. You were here already, at one of the largest art exhibitions in the area, and it was your work that was on display, front and center, for all to see. The sun had already long since set, but the lighting on each piece of art was just right. You are here as part of the “Young Artists Showcase”, where you and a few others get to catch the eyes of the area’s foremost art collectors, who are looking for the next big artist’s work.

I make it into the building a few minutes later than I wanted to, but I see you right away, lit up from above as though you were a piece of art in your own right. You are wearing burgundy and gold, in the form of a loose, flowing dress, short enough to show your brown boots, and a big smile with unusually intense lips, which I love.

I get to you, and we hug for a second longer than is appropriate in public. You’re nervous, and I said I’d be here for you so that you have a friendly face in the room whenever you need one. We chat briefly, and I move in to give you a quick kiss. You giggle and move away quickly with a coy, “I’m working; don’t mess up my makeup!” and a little shove.

I just want to be a slutty housewife and not tease my mom’s bf (part 3) [MF]

Tuesday night, I got home late from drinking and smoking pot with my friend Tom. I went to my room and heard that my mom had her door closed and TV on so I figured Keith was with her and they were watching election results. I loudly said “Goodnight mom! Who is winning?”

“They don’t know yet”, she said. “Goodnight.”

She sounded annoyed that I was talking to her while she had Keith in there with her. But how do I know he’s even in there? I thought about barging in, wearing only a little shirt and panties, but she would call me out for not knocking and she might even have the door locked.

 

I planned on fucking Keith in the morning but didn’t feel like setting an alarm. I was hoping he’d wake me up after my mom left early in the morning. I put on sexy, hot pink panties and a tight little black shirt that I sometimes sleep in because it’s so small and tight.

A few minutes later, I was being really high and just looking at myself in the mirror, when I got a text from an unknown number: “This is Keith. Meet me in the kitchen in 2 mins. Quietly.”

Checked on the convention door, checked out in my hotel [FM]

After a fun Friday at the convention in my last story, the Saturday of this three day event was a far more sedate one – a group of friends arrived early in the morning, so we spent the day at the event cosplaying, and after an evening of drinking a few of them crashed in my hotel room for the night before leaving on Sunday morning.

This means that I was left to my own devices for the final day, where I was wearing a brand new outfit for the day – Rem from Re:Zero. It’s basically this outfit: http://imgur.com/qWXyUTf – a maid’s outfit, with a shortish skirt and white thigh-high socks. Putting on the outfit for the first time properly, the skirt was a little shorter than I’d actually planned, but the outfit was otherwise great and I headed out feeling quite excited about a day of showing it off to people.

My coworker’s daughter [MF]

It’s been a couple of weeks since my last post, I’m trying to string things out a bit, as it pains me to say that I am running out of stories. For now though, the therapy session continues and thanks to all of you for reading and enjoying what I have had to say so far. This all happened 6 years ago, back when I started working at the previously mentioned furniture store. Yes, this story does overlap with one of my previous ones.

To the very end of my “patch” of the store was a small section dedicated to fully installed fitted bedroom furniture, with a representative on hand at all times. I got quite chummy with the women who worked this part of the shop, there were a couple of them that worked part time, all very nice. One in particular was a really friendly, petite little lady with jet black hair and had that sexy glasses wearing thing going on. If circumstances were different I would of quite happily gone along with any advances she made my way, but as it was, just harmless flirting ensued and nothing more.

[FM] Mutual Masturbation in the Sauna

Some years back when I [F] was struggling for work I got a job in a health club. I planned to only be there temporary but like all things weeks rolled into months etc and I was actually there in the end for just short of two years. It was predominantly frequented by mums while the kids are at school and other than the odd fitness class they tended to use it as a meeting place for coffee and chit chat.

This was not enough to keep the business viable so the management decided to promote the gym to get more men in on the basis they are more likely to work out rather than chat. The idea being that a busy gym will attract more people in general. Made no sense to me but then I’m not management.

The various promotions and advertising did bring in more men but this then had a negative effect on the women cliental. Women in general, being the self-conscious creatures, started to steer completely clear of the gym as more and more men started pumping the iron.

The night I finally saw her spread wide open by a stranger [MFM]. Kinda long, promise it’s worth the read.

There are two specific moments in my life when I remember the feeling gripping me. A heaving, monstrous wave of lust that left me unable to think of anything else. The first of these moments was the first time I saw a naked woman’s body when I was a young boy, perky breasts and wide smile looking back at me between banner ads on www.boobs.com.

The second time was when my first high school love brought up the idea of bringing another man into our sex life (we were both 18 by now). I remember us jokingly mentioning it as I was walking her to her bus at the end of the school day, and I remember how our expressions changed as we looked at one another’s face realizing collectively that we both wanted this to be more than just a fantasy. It turned me on like a jolt of lightning shooting up from my groin and showering sizzling sparkles through my brain; I would lay awake at night with her fuzzy voice whispering through the telephone the play-by-play of what I was going to see; how she would hold her legs up for him, the jiggle of her voluptuous breasts as she bounced on his cock for me; the spit dripping down his balls as she took him in her mouth.

[F] Lunch time masturbation in the car

I have found with age (I’m now 30 and a bit) my sex drive has got higher and higher. The other day I was having my lunch in the park. While I was there the workmen started to cut the grass. They were using those sit on type mowers and whipping along at a quite a quick pace.

I never gave them much notice until they got nearer and nearer. One of them crossed the path and proceeded to cut the grassy are directly behind me. This is when I started to feel some vibration through the bench.
I was wearing jeans without nickers and the way I was sitting the gusset of the jeans wear various pieces of denim are joined together was putting pressure on my clitoris. Within seconds the vibrations caused a stir of excitement in my crutch and I could feel my lips starting to swell.

Once I had recognised what was happening I had the overwhelming urge to have an orgasm. The grass cutter wasn’t around for long. A few passes and they moved off back onto the main field.

Jack and Jill get raped – Part 1 [MFM] – Consent nonconsent – Bi male stuff in later chapters

I just want to warn our sensitive readers that this story contains a bit more guy on guy stuff than is normally in my writing. It also focuses on no

I met Jill through Stacy. They were both playing with the same subby male and we had a sort of 4 way one night. That’s another story though.

Jill then was still exploring her sexuality. But came to believe herself to be a straight switch leaning towards submissive with a particular taste for non-consent. When it came to consentual play, she was very prudish, disliking much more than light foreplay and fucking. With non-consent play, she got off on being “forced” to do the sort of things she didn’t normally like.

The next time we had a play date, she was seeing jack and it was a cuckoldry sort of scene. Jack describes himself as a straight sub. I won’t argue the semantics of kinsey scale on that one. What they shared was a fetish for the non-consent. Not only did Jack want to be forced to watch, but to participate.

Sweet Sentiments [fM, Str8]

I had only known you for only a matter of months, but it felt like years. When we met I was wrapped up in my own life, as you were in yours, and I hadn’t the slightest suspicion of what you would become. Hardly had I imagined myself drawn to someone so much older than I, but it happened without effort. Inwardly I prayed often that my youthful thought patterns wouldn’t betray my affection for you.

We met on Reddit of all places. Not as bad as some areas but certainly out of the realm of acceptable as a married woman and a married man. But some things happen so naturally it’s not as if I could have resisted. Pulled toward you like polar ends of a magnet. Individual moves that propelled us forward into a future unknown. I can’t even recall who suggested we meet in person first. Only that my feeble attempts to decline melted in my mouth like cotton candy.

[M]Jerking off for an [F] omegle stranger in [F]ront of my roomate. [exhibition]

For the past 12 years of my life I have been living in a cool ass ~~house~~ mansion located in a wealthy neighborhood in the hills of an overcrowded South American city. The thing is when I was a kid my parents were forced to leave the country and I moved with a rich, super rich, uncle. A few years into the future, right after I finished high school, uncle got an offer and had to move outside of the country for what was supposed to be a couple years, turns out that he got married in that period of time and settled where he was. He says that eventually he wants to come back when things get better in the country, but that left me at 18 with a house most people could only dream about.