Com[f]ort [f]rom a dear friend

Hey guys, I'm Shannon. I'm workshopping my new novel, and I was hoping to get some feedback. Please let me know what you think!

I was in over my head. I knew I was. I was living on my own for the first time in my life, in a one bedroom apartment on the south side of town, paying my own bills, buying my own groceries. My job barely brought in enough money to keep my head above water, and my student loan debt was growing by leaps and bounds every semester.

By being very careful with my spending, I was able to set aside about $1000 over the course of October and November for Christmas presents for my friends and family. Then, on the very first day of December, I was driving through an intersection and a Blazer clipped my back end. I screamed out loud while my car spun around, and I just caught sight of the other car as it drove away.

The repairs totally wiped out my Christmas fund and cut my grocery budget in half for the week. Read more »

Bulleit Rituals

When I’m alone at night I can hear your name whimper out of the edge of the glass as it swipes across my lips. It only happens when it’s late and I’m weak and the only thing left of the day is an empty stomach of bourbon. It happens as I light a cigarette I dug out of the ashtray with your lipstick on it. That’s the moment. The witching hour.

It’s your true name that I hear: the sound you cry when you are clawing at the floorboards, bucking with your high heels, with your hands twisting by your side. When, next to the bookshelf, your legs are in the air and a lock of hair is pinned to your lip. With your dress caught around your waist and your bra pulled down and your eyes glaring back over your shoulder—it’s the sound you scream out as you exhale a hundred short breaths of “oh fuck” with one arm behind your back and the floor wet with sweat.

That’s the name that summons you, called three times and crossed with whiskey.

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[mf] My Wife’s Mother

My wife, Beth, and her mother, Ruth, were flying to Colorado today to visit Beth's brother. They were downstairs packing. We had to leave in about twenty minutes for the airport. After dropping them off I had planned to go to a party our firm was throwing for some clients. I was in my home office upstairs answering an e-mail when Ruth appeared in the doorway. I said, "Ready to go?" She leaned against the doorframe and pulled up her dress to show me she had no panties on. Her grey pussy hair was matted from the moisture of her hot cunt. "John, you could say so; meet me in your bathroom." Senior citizens running around with no underwear, what's the world coming to?

She kept her dress on high as she passed me, wiggling her ass, and went into my private bath. My dick was hard from the sight of her well used pussy and ass. My cock knew both very well. I entered the bathroom, and I saw Ruth had bent over the counter with her dress up on her back. Her naked pussy was gleaming with her desire and she reached between her legs rubbing her clit. "Get your pants off, John, we don't have much time. Beth might come up any minute looking for me." I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Even after twenty years, the sight of her wet cunt still got me hard quickly. I notched the beast into her pussy and pushed it home. Read more »

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Me & My Stepdad [2/2] [Mf]

He shuts the bedroom door with his leg and tells me he's wanted to this for so long. He begins by taking off my outfit as I slowly tease him with my hand. He then throws me onto my bed as I scream loud out of excitment. He firmly puts his hand over my mouth to stop my moans. We hear shouts of "Nick" from upstairs but begin smiling at each other at the desperation of my mother. I take charge and switch him over to the bed as he sits there with a bulge between his legs. I drop down to my knees on the bedside and begin taking off his belt and unzipping his trousers. Whilst he pulls back my hair away from my shoulders. His underwear refuses to come off, being held up by his penis. I remove the underwear and start using my hand to pleasure him. He was loving it, I was stroking the tip of his cock with my french nails to his pleasure. Slowly I place my tongue on his penis with my heading thrusting in and out to the sounds of sex. He stands off the bed and pulls my head in and out with his penis thrusting in and out of my mouth. I look up at his solely with my eyes to see the delight on his face as he whispers 'oh Ana baby'. His cock is bigger than average, althought I was expecting more given his height and stature. This is the 2nd blowjob ive ever given so im not too sure if I am actually doing any good. His palms push my head in the right direction until i'm gagging for air. Read more »

Me & My Stepdad [1/2][Mf]

So last month on Christmas eve, it was me, my mother & stepfather and some family members gathered around the table for the annual chistmas dinner. Yet this time it was different, i'd turned 18 earlier in the year and was finally able to drink and legally do all the other things that come with being an 18 year old. This year I wanted to go out with my friends into London to go out for my first (legal) clubbing experience. All of my friends had also turned 18 so we were really siked to go and were already discussing what to wear on the night etc. It was on christmas eve I decided to ask my mum if i could go – asking so close to the date as I expected an instant yes to my question. So I asked : "mum can i go out with my friends on new years eve to London, Harriet, Laura & Anam (my friends) are all going". Read more »

From Online Flirting to Fucking in Public…Kind of [Str8, MF, exh, long]

It was the last evening of my time in Norway. I had decided to make it easy on myself and rent a flat instead of living out of a hotel for two weeks. I had made it three quarters of the way through my relatively uneventful third deployment to the middle east and was allotted 14 days of leave to get a break from combat. At that point in my holiday from Hell, I was already past the point of appreciating a hot shower and on my way to silently complaining about a poor choice of a glass wine for dinner.

The last time I left combat for anywhere in Europe I was being transported by military aircraft to the Army Medical Center in Landstuhl, Germany. I was unconscious and only able to breathe thanks to a nice young private who wasn’t old enough to have a celebratory beer with me afterward, but was old enough to squeeze an inflatable pouch (and, coincidentally, my makeshift lung) every few seconds to keep me alive. The injuries I sustained were severe enough to warrant spending many thousands of dollars to immediately evacuate me out of country, but had not endangered any of my limbs or my eyesight. The last thing I remember before the explosion is taking off my helmet to get a brief respite from the smothering heat and slug back some water. The next thing I can recall is waking up to the sounds of two German health professionals discussing the sutures that I later found out were more or less the only thing holding my guts in my abdomen. To put it plainly, I had been blown the fuck up. Read more »

This is a Part One of a story I wrote for my wife titled, ‘My Professor Rocks!’… Enjoy. [Mf]

Author's Note: This is the first time I've ever shared any of my writing with the public. If you enjoy this, please let me know and it will continue to post the remaining parts, thanks.

You are a young, intelligent Archeology graduate student. You have a very manageable two years of tutelage remaining before realizing the fruition of all your efforts in the form of legitimately endorsed eligibility for the Doctorate Individual Subject Assessment and Individual Thesis Layout, which is a graded and timed assessment requiring successful introduction of a newly developed hypothesis/theorem the correlates with your chosen field of study. Needless to say, the majority of time spent is consumed by a amorous devotion to the quest for a well deserved prefix of Dr. More often than not in an anxious state of mind, mentally shifting between an unavoidable fear so intense that your natural view of the world may become twisted into stress induced hallucinations and irrational phobias. Read more »

A Succubus’ Discretion [1]

He was sitting on the end of his bed unable to move. His hands felt like lead weights lying against the mattress, his back stiff and legs numb resting on the floor. He couldn’t turn his head but could hear the soft breathing of his girlfriend behind him. This wasn’t uncommon, Mark would get sleep paralysis a couple times a year though it was always frightening he’d learned that it would soon pass but what was different this time was that he was sitting up and looking out over the bedroom.

His eyes caught a movement off to the side. ‘Someone is here.’ Unable to see far enough into his peripheral vision, there was definitely something moving, getting closer. It stopped. He could feel a chill. The chill of something watching him – eyeing him up. He tried to look away, take his mind off what was surely a nightmare, he could see his bare flesh, the hairs on his arm and chest standing up he felt exposed. Read more »

Maria Worries About Getting Caught, But Her Panties Are Already Coming Off [mf, Fsub, luxury hotel pool]

Link to original with sexy image in the comments.

Maria is staying in the same luxury hotel as me in Turkey. She’s spent the day relaxing and swimming by the pool with a friend. Back home in Argentina she works in a women’s clothing store, selling designer goods to rich tourists. But here she is on summer holiday, soaking up the sun and bathing by the pool in her little blue bikini.

I get chatting to Maria and her friend near the jacuzzi, pretending I’m visiting Turkey for the sun. Really I’m hunting down a ruthless arms dealer, a man MI6 believes is providing weapons to the Russians. But the planned deal isn’t going down till tomorrow, so I’m relaxing in the hotel today.

I order Champagne from the poolside bar at about 7pm and pour a glass for Maria and her friend. We all get a little tipsy, and the friend goes back to their room for a shower; Maria says she’ll be up soon. The few other people around the pool head back to freshen up for the evening. We’re all alone. Read more »