Submissive slut (part 1) [FMM]

This election cycle has made me realize how anti-feminist, submissive, and old fashioned I am. I understand and can relate to some parts of this current re-launching of feminism, but I feel like I’m not on the same wavelength as most women.

I have been called “weak” and “not an ally to women” on facebook. One bitch said “you don’t really care, because you would rather have a guy mansplain it to you so you don’t have to think about it.” Wow.

 

I didn’t realize having political opinions or not caring about things guys say made me HATE ALL WOMEN. Anyway…

I was just struck by how different I am…maybe I should have been born in the 30s. So I have always been submissive and I love being dominated in bed. I like aggressive attention and don’t mind most sexual comments. I also love really strong guys that are assertive and tell me what they want. My dream since maybe I was a teenager has always been to marry a successful man and I’m a housewife. I don’t want to work except cooking and cleaning.

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“I’ll be very unimpressed if you don’t leave me bruised” [MF] [College]

First story, so apologies if the writing isn’t quite up to scratch. This all happened fairly recently – so there will be opportunities for follow up stories if people are interested… I’m also pretty sure some details are in the wrong order but I doubt if anyone cares.
I’m at a pretty large university – and bored and extremely single, I was on tinder. I matched with a pretty, tall, slender, glasses-wearing red-head called Jessica. For context (and imaginations :P) I’m below average height, average looks, brown hair, blue eyes, but am pretty athletic. Name’s John.

Chatting led to texting, which led to a date. The date went well enough, but as such dates generally go, there wasn’t really anything there. We texted a bit more but I left it.

Except, a few days later, I got this exact text:

*”I get the impression you’re not interested. But I really need to get laid so… Wanna hook up?”*

(Italics from here on out are exact quotes by the way).

We were on.

TL;DR: she came round later that week, and we had sex. But that would ruin the fun. Read more »

A ridiculous sequence of events – Casual sex [m/f], casual sex [m/f] that lead to a threesome [mff] – Long!

My third story is a very random series of events, I’ll try not to waffle too much.

Me and my best friend used to work in the city, so naturally it became our regular place to have a night out. I was in my lower 20s at the time, young, dumb… you know the rest. We were out most Friday and/or Saturday nights, drinking the night away and looking for skirt. This one particular night I was particularly hammered and started pulling about a blonde girl who was a bit older than me, just groping on the dance floor nothing major happened that night. I woke up the next day and genuinely could not picture her face and remember much about her, but a bit later that Sunday I received a text from her, so we must of at least swapped numbers at some point. What followed were a pretty normal few weeks of occasional texts being exchanged. I had no burning desire to see this girl again as I couldn’t remember anything about her and the texts never got steamy or anything like that. One day at work I receive a text just straight up asking if I wanted to meet up for some fun, which is when my curiosity got the better of me. After all, I’d finally get to see what she looked like. The first meeting came around and it was typically awkward for two people that hardly knew each other. She was below average build, with some nice boobs. She was quite sweet, not the most intelligent lass but we had a giggle and it was all quite innocent. Eventually we hopped in the back seat and got down to business. Her boobs turned out to be less perkier than I was hoping and it was the first and only time that a girl has ever sucked my cock while I had a condom on. Those things can’t taste good. Read more »

Looking for a story

I’m looking for a story set in the future where they need boy semen to populate the galaxy. A boy gets sent to a school where they put him in a suit and implant a chip in him that makes him orgasm a few times a day and the suit has a dimensional portal that collects his semen somewhere else

There’s a first time for everything. [MF]

I’ve never been the kind of girl that cheats. It’s just not who I am. I need to start out by saying this because this whole thing seems so much worse if you don’t know that.

I started working with Cole at the same time my husband did. We got jobs at the same restaurant at the same time. Initially, I was supposed to work the day shift and wouldn’t have had much interaction with Cole at all if my husband had just gone to work. He, however, has a terrible work ethic and after working there for two weeks called out for 9 days straight, leaving me to work doubles and cover for his ass.

At first I was pissed about it. Not only was he an ass at home, but now he was making me work 16 hour days to cover for him. Enter Cole. Cole was 43 years old. Three years older than my dad and twice my age. Read more »

[lesbian][free use][Fdom/Fsub][oral][office] To what lengths would a woman go for a Job?

[A commision by /u/josession, this story is about a woman who walks into a job interview , and has to go to great lengths for a job! Enjoy, /r/eroticliterature!](http://apiirwrites.tumblr.com/post/152046676811/how-far-would-a-woman-go-for-a-job-interview-a)

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Political discussion at the debate turns physical [mf handjob]

[Nikki Groves](http://nthegrove.playfarahpublishing.com/) wrote this little story about two college students working out their differences:

Young Republicans and Young Democrats line up outside the Thomas and Mac center with signs and posters and even effigies of the candidates. It looks more like a protest movement than the gear-up for a presidential debate.

Cathy can’t even figure out why they’re still out here. The candidates were both inside already. Tucking her arms deep into the pocket of her hoodie, she scanned the faces on the other side of the aluminum guard rail, searching for the face of her boyfriend amid all the other Hillary supporters. She’d gotten together with Paul in their second year of high school, before politics mattered to either one of them.

They’d grown up, stayed home for college, found out they both loved American politics and stood at the two polar opposites of the political spectrum. Through some miracle (or because Paul had the shoulders of a bodybuilder) they stayed together.

For now, at least.

This would be their first election, post-political awakening, and some days Cathy had her doubts. Read more »

Date Night [NC][OS][VOY]

I write fantasy stories for my wife and read them to her. This is one of them.

**Date night**

The babysitter showed up early as usual. We said our goodbyes to the kids and hopped in the car. You didn’t know where we were going—I kept it as a surprise as normal—but you figured we’d do the regular drinks and dinner and whatnot. Nothing too exciting, you thought, but always good to get out of the house and away from the kids for a bit.

It was nice outside, so the car windows were open as we drove down Cherokee street towards a bar we had been to before. You were wearing a short, navy blue dress with your hair back and glasses on.

The bar was packed, but we found a booth open in the back.

“I have a little something extra planned for tonight,” I told you as we sat down with our beers. You guessed a few things—dinner at the ramen place down the street, a movie—but I didn’t have either of those in mind. Read more »

I write stories to my wife about her and me. This is one of them. [MC, RP, rape fantasy, toys]

**Date night**

The babysitter showed up early as usual. We said our goodbyes to the kids and hopped in the car. You didn’t know where we were going—I kept it as a surprise as normal—but you figured we’d do the regular drinks and dinner and whatnot. Nothing too exciting, you thought, but always good to get out of the house and away from the kids for a bit.

It was nice outside, so the car windows were open as we drove down Cherokee street towards a bar we had been to before. You were wearing a short, navy blue dress with your hair back and glasses on.

The bar was packed, but we found a booth open in the back.

“I have a little something extra planned for tonight,” I told you as we sat down with our beers. You guessed a few things—dinner at the ramen place down the street, a movie—but I didn’t have either of those in mind.

“Here, take this,” I said, pulling a small box out of my back pocket and sliding it across the table. “Go to the bathroom and open it up.” Read more »