Alec and Brianna (9 of 10) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [fdom] [prost] [Stalking] [Roleplay]

BRIANNA

In the week that follows, we barely speak to one another. You are hauled up in your study, at the office, or out with associates. I sit at home, dragging incessantly on my tobacco-filled friends. If you were paying any attention to me, my behavior would probably excite you. Several times a day, I emphatically stomp out my cigarette, swearing it will be the last one I ever smoke, only to cave to my cravings two or three hours later. Twice, I throw out my whole carton…forcing myself to drive to the nearest convenience store for more. And, in spite of my efforts to quit, I find myself nearing three full packs a day for the first time. I am miserable, hopeless, helpless, and depressed.

On Saturday, Nancy Thomas calls, and I reluctantly agree to meet her at the mall. Maybe some retail therapy will help me feel better. I chain smoke the entire way there and still need to take a smoke break after just 30 minutes. By the time we have been at the mall three hours, I am already on my fourth trip outside. Read more »

Alec and Brianna (8 of 9) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Coughing/Choking] [Imprisonment] [voy] [cuck] [reluc] [prost] [Roleplay]

ALEC

Two hours later I appear with a tray. "Apparently you have frightened our Mrs. Jeong. I will have to bring the food now. I don't think you will have much luck overpowering me."

"Alec, please, I'm begging, what does it take?"

I take a cigarette from a case in my jacket. You lunge for it, but the chain brings you up short.

"Repeat after me 'I am a nicotine jonsing whore.'"

"WHAT??" You begin screaming and throw everything on the tray at me. I calmly return the cigarette to its case and leave you.

The next time I bring a tray, I find you weeping. "Please Alec, don't make me…"

I wait. Finally, you look up "I… I am a nicotine… jonsing whore."

I go on "'Who will do anything and everything necessary for my fix'."

You repeat "Who will do anything and everything necessary for my fix."

I toss you the cigarette and you are greedily puffing it within seconds. The rush is intense. It has never been like this before. It is like a drug.

When it is gone you look are me expectantly. Read more »

Alec and Brianna (7 of 9) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Medical] [Imprisonment] [Roleplay]

I started posting these over a year ago in a different subreddit. They are pretty niche, so I never posted the final chapters. However, I've received several PM requests asking to see the rest of the story, so here it is…. (See comments for links to parts 1 thru 6.)

BRIANNA

As the months pass, I abandon my efforts to quit smoking. I just love it too much to ever stop. And you reward me lavishly for my failing. You have our pool converted to saltwater, send me to Paris for three weeks, and buy me a red Mercedes convertible. I am the envy of all of my friends, even if they do speak in hushed tones about my unbecoming 2.5 pack a day habit.

You also bring over several men who share your enthusiasm for women who smoke. They compliment me on my deep drags and ask to see my lipstick ringed butts. When I cough, they hand me my cigarettes and tell me the menthol will help. And the more I smoke, the more they flatter me. You buy me many different brands, including hand rolled cigarettes, and even a few cigars. And you and your friends watch with merriment as I try out each one. Read more »

Peter – Carol’s Ex (MF)

I got a text from Carol inviting me over. She had brought out a side of me I had long forgotten. That naughty college girl inside of me that had drunkenly made out with girls and had finger fucked her best friend in the bathroom of a club. I was seeing her at least once a week, sometimes more, without Jack being any the wiser. He never paid much attention.

I rang the bell and a man opened the door. Maybe ten years older than me, dark hair dusted with a little grey. Bright eyes. He took me in: a cute little summer dress that hugged my tits and flared out over my hips. He wore a dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves, jeans, his feet bare.

"Josie?" I nodded. "Peter, I'm Carol's ex husband."

That didn't help, there were a few of those. He stepped aside to let me in, shouting to Carol that I was there.

Carol appeared, dressed in a thin robe, her tits straining against the fabric. She pulled me close, her tongue wrestling with mine as she grabbed my ass. A taste of something familiar on her tongue. Was it cum? Read more »

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The Goddess of Kultra, Chapter One [MF, Fantasy]

As the huge doors to the great hall began to creak open, golden light flooded in illuminating the gilded walls of the expansive chamber. Between the slit of light the silhouette of a slender young woman entered. I could see the curves of her body haloed by a suggestion of a delicate silk dress. Once the doors had been fully opened this shadowy figure began to move towards my position. Treading softly along a velvet walkway that led to the base of the steps to the throne. As she entered further into the great golden hall I could begin to appreciate her completely.

She was wearing a elegant and flowing silk dress of peachy coral. A colour that complimented the rich tan of her skin beautifully. The silk appearing almost translucent in the warm light, I could see her youthful body beneath. The wondrous warmth of her skin mirrored the earth of her homeland, Kultra. A city in the southern kingdoms perched on the edge of an arid desert as it falls in to the ocean. A land populated a hardworking and diligent people, extracting the most from their contrasting landscape. Her cheekbones appeared to rise as the dunes do from the sand falling into the deep azure ocean of her eyes. Read more »

Online to Inbed. My amateur attempt at erotic writing. [str8] [M] [F] It’s actually sort of tame but pretty sexy.

"I've never been this excited to meet anyone" he said "Me too" And that was the truth. It was now Friday morning. Arriving once again just in time to save us from the work week dungeon and miraculously, we were both free for the evening.

i was feeling the slow onset of anxiety as he said he would drive to me and where should we meet? My mind goes blank. I try listing off in my head all the nearby spots but visions of running into old high school boyfriends or wading through glitter and sorority girls just flash through my mind….there was the one nearby place, delightfully divey..but what if it's too smokey? What if it's packed?

Ok I am spending way too much energy on this. Screw it. There's a bar on 10 minutes down the road I never go to. "Jay's Tavern, I'll text you the address in a bit" His response was brief as motivation to wrap up the work day lit a fire under both our asses.

5:30 rolls around and I am standing outside with Lindsey, I tell her I am meeting someone tonight for drinks. Read more »

The Kitchen by Tristan Kane (MC, MF)

She glanced over at him from behind the wheel. Being as she hadn’t seen him for about a month, she instantly smiled like she had received the one present she always wanted and couldn’t wait to unwrap it. She could feel him staring at her; it was a piercing stare like a predator surveying its prey. Their eyes met with a soft glance and she could feel what he was thinking. They were instantly connected, like two pieces of an ancient puzzle waiting to be placed together. His hazel eyes were on her, and she could feel them processing her body, which made her heart beat like a bass drum in her chest. His left hand was stroking her hair and lightly touching the back of her neck which gave her instant goose bumps on her skin. She thought to herself how his touch was missed and welcomed after their time away from each other. His hand and fingers were gently, delicately stroking her neck as if she was a priceless piece of art and he was the curator. Their eyes met once again and she noticed his soft, lurking smile like he was undressing her with his eyes and she knew what was in store for them when they would be alone. She could feel her heart beating faster as they inched ever closer home. The butterflies starting swimming in her stomach and she could sense the tingling and wetness between her legs. She thought to herself, “when would she be alone with him, when would there be time”, her entire being ached for his skin to touch hers and to feel him inside her. Read more »

The Elevator

His gaze is intense. Almost piercing but gentle. The doors start to slide closed. I want him. Now. An arm peaks through and the doors quickly jerk open unleashing a crowd of people. He is on the opposite end and I, wet with anticipation, am forced to contain my elation behind this towering cluster of strangers. They are strangers. I will never see them again. I reason with myself. I want to collapse onto his body, grab his hand and slip it in my panties. I want his finger continuously sliding against me while he kisses me with as much force as he can muster, knowing that this moment is the last of our time together.

The elevator stops at the third floor. The crowd dissipates except for one. I stare with great disdain at this nuisance but I am caught off guard when the hands that I yearn so much touch me. I can see his impatience has grown but quickly escapes him when I catch his eyes. We kiss and time no longer exists. Read more »

Molly, Jacob, and Camden [fmf][inc][oral][first]

Molly and Jacob sat at their kitchen table for breakfast, each doing homework. The twins may have looked the same, but the outgoing Molly had established her dominating role early on, despite being born second.

"Hey shit head, what did you get for that polynomial factor question?" she asked without looking up from the binder she was scribbling in with a short pencil.

"Bite me, cunt lips," he replied.

"Did you figure it out or get bored half-way through and jerk off?" she looked up with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

"I jacked it to your friend Camden and spelled the answer on the shower wall."

"Just tell me!" Her impatience was showing in her red cheeks so he cracked open his binder to see.

"X squared plus Y squared minus 1," he said and slammed it shut again.

"I knew it."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"To make sure you knew."

He sighed noisily and returned to reading his history text.

"So what did they talk to you about in your health class yesterday?" She stuck the tip of her pencil between her lips. Read more »

discovered I am not the only /r/ at the office. MF {mast}

I spent the lazy morning trolling reddit, looking for some cure for an unusual level of horniness. then, I saw you, I knew it was you.. I recognized your clothing and cubicle in the background to a sexy work pic posting you left here at workgonewild just an hour ago.. I am so horny and in need of cumming that I work up the confidence to walk over to your cube. when I get outside I can hear you rustling in your clothes and soft moans of pleasure, very quiet. my cock stiffens immediately and is clearly showing in my pants. I step into your cube put my back to the wall, I can see you have a hand buried into the front of your pants which look like they are slipping more and more down your hips.. u first look startled, but are so into reaching that orgasm you are chasing you cant say a word… your eyes move down and see my bulge, a wet spot if forming on my khakis..in that awkward moment for both of us not knowing what to say or do I make the shhhh sign with one hand and start to unzip my fly with the other. your eyes follow, your hand keeps moving.. more slowly now.. I reach in and pull out my hard cock, and give it an immediate hard grab and tight long pull from the base out to the head.. I had needed that full embrace for some time.. I almost fall back it feels so good, I groan real low. precum sticks to my fingers. you see the juices flowing from me, and your hand picks up the pace. I can hear your wetness, you motion me closer. I come around not at the side of your desk, you push back your chair and struggle to pop one leg out of your pants, you throw it over the arm of your chair. I can see now your black panties pulled to the side, and your pussy is glistening with wetness, your lips are separated by the index finger you have moving from your clit down and into your pussy with each up and down motion.. over and over. I am stroking hard now, and inching closer to you. you reach out and with one finger touch the tip of my cock, and come away with my sticky wetness, you play with it between your fingers, then raise your hands towards your lips. you give that finger a quick lick, a little taste.. I stiffen again and almost cum.. I ask, saying my first words.. would you touch me? you say no.. you cant do that. but you busy your fingers deeper into your hot pussy and lean forward, I can your moment is near.. I start to panic, realizing I too am going to cum, erupt really, and where can I shoot?? you groan on last time and buckle forward.. your eyes refocus on me. you lift your soaking wet fingers up and to show me how well you did, smiling mow. you see my dilemma tho, and make the shhh sign back at me. you look around and grab a cup from your desk, you slide a little closer and hold the cup up before and postion you face close over the top. you just whisper "in here". I postion myself, thinking I could easily shoot my cum onto your pretty face and say I didn't mean it.. but then I wouldn't be invited back. I can see how eager you are to enjoy the show, and want to see how hot you had gotten me. the first stream leaps out of me, knocks me back almost.. we can hear it hit the back of the cup,so loud you almost laugh out loud. rope after rope pour from me, my knees wobble.. I wipe the tip of my cock against the edge of the cup.. I am finished. we both look down into the cup and actually laugh. I zip up. you pull up, I wipe a little sweat from my brow and slowly back out of your cube