A Mild intro, but does it set a good tone? [Str8] [Mdom]

Feel free to leave any thoughts you have, but I want critique. Did it turn anyone on? Is it well written? Does it have a good tone? I will continue it if there's enough interest…

I am so fucking frustrated. It's quickly approaching the one year mark since my last sexual foray. I've heard of worse, but a hardship is a hardship none the less. Why so long? It is definitely unusual for me, having had a steady stream of relationships since turning 18. I'd have to blame it on the change of scenery. Now that I have a job and I'm not going to school, I can't effortlessly surround myself in young, available women. Data shows that was apparently my only strategy, since I've seemingly been dropped into this sexual wasteland.

So what now? I wish I knew. What I do know is that I am brimming with sexual energy. I think about sex constantly, and find myself getting aroused in places that I probably shouldn't be. The girls I see around me instantly become a part of my fantasies, doing things for me that my ex-girlfriends weren't kinky enough to even imagine trying.

Love To Hate [M+TG, hatefuck]

This is an extrapolation of a roleplay I am currently engaged in with /u/pewpew52. Credit is due to him for the opening back-and-forth!

Story continued in comments.


Having to put with Alex’s presence in the house was killing me. He was my step-brother, two years my junior, and to say that we didn’t get on would be an understatement. For years we had lived only to frustrate and torment each other, and though we had both moved out of home we still found it difficult to get along with one another. He’d made my life hell for a couple of years in particular, and I wasn’t of the mind to forgive him. So why, I hear you ask, was I enduring his presence once more? I shall tell you.

For the preceding eight months Alex’s father, Andrew, and my mother had been travelling around Europe, and we had both taken time off of work to greet them upon their return. We were to spend the week in their house, catch up, and hear all about their travels. Well… that was the plan. Typical of my mercurial mother, though, she and Andrew extended their stay by a week, which now left myself and Alex alone in the house together, and meant that I wouldn’t get to catch up with my mother for anything more than a weekend.

New clothes

I checked my phone to make sure it was around 8:30 before I started to get ready. He got off work at 9, and I had exactly 45 minutes to make tonight amazing for him. I went to his closet and took out one of his shirt and laid it on the couch and then went to my other bag to get out the black lace lingerie that I had bought that day just for the occasion. Checking my Wal-Mart bag again for my socks I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before he got home. After about ten minutes I got out and put on the lingerie and went back to the living room and put on his shirt over it. Luckily, the shirt was big enough to cover everything. I took the socks out of my other bag and put them on, double checking that they were the right kind of socks, and then I went to the bathroom to fix my hair into pigtails. They weren’t extremely long, but they were long enough. I looked over myself in the mirror and smiled, I knew he’d love it. I text him around 9 to make sure that he was on schedule that I had a surprise for him.

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My Hairdresser[m/f]

I've wanted her for so long – ever since she started cutting my hair about 10 years ago. She's married, and after too many failures with women who are taken – once without my knowing she was in a relationship, once knowing she was but thinking I could save her from a bad relationship, and once knowing full well what I was doing but justifying it with desperate loneliness – I'm finished trying that game. But that doesn't stop the fantasies… or the dreams.

She's a little shorter than I am, perhaps 5' 4". Curves for days. She's about seven or eight years older than me and defines 'milf' to a T. But her best feature is her hair. Blonde curls that come down to about her jaw, not a single strand of hair that isn't twisted and bouncy. It's hair that says "innocently playful but flirty and sexy."

What I wouldn't give to have those golden curls between my legs, her bright blue eyes staring up at me, the twinkle of that single tiny diamond stud in her nose winking up at me as her perfectly pink tongue finishes me off. I want to know that those curls feel like, wrapped around my fingers, tickling my thighs and hips…

A shade of red. [F/m] [blood] [oral]

It happened one night when you were out partying with your friends. A bit of liquid courage was all you needed to approach a woman who caught your eye. Must have been almost ten years older then you but oh so beautiful.

 

She was reserved in speaking with you, possibly due to your young age, but eventually agreed to go home with you. What she wasn't quite prepared for was the sneaking around once you got there.

 

You got back to your room and latched the door, thanking god no one heard you.

 

You move towards the woman you brought back, grabbing her by the waist and lean in for a kiss.

 

She kisses you fist gently, then more aggressively. With force she pushes you against the wall with an audible 'thud’ and starts undoing your belt. You put your finger to your lips, too much noise and your parents might hear you… she glares at the gesture.

 

You feel somewhat shocked by her pace but let her take charge as she rips your belt off of you and starts undoing your pants. You run your hands over her toned body and started to unbutton her blouse – you didn’t get far before she pushed your hands away.

A MILF, a Teacher, and a School [mFF, Str8, anal, exh, oral]

As an 18 year old guy, I usually have a hard time concealing boners wherever I go, but the day of my first swim meet of senior year was especially tough. It happened to take place a little over a week after my orgy with my best friend, his mom, my English teacher, and the two MILFs that I have been fucking for quite some time. I hadn’t had the chance to fuck any of those incredibly attractive older women in the days since, so I had nearly a perpetual boner, which was only soothed for brief periods of time after my frequent masturbation sessions. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just slip away in the middle of school to stroke my dick. I’d have to until I got home after the swim meet to get off. Or so I thought. As I was walking out of English class that day, Mrs. Robinson stopped me and brightened up my day.

Refereeing in her pants[M+F]

Although this may not be fiction I wanted to practice my writing a bit and though about this after refereeing a girls hockey game last week.

I had arrived at the hockey arena at 5 o'clock to referee a midget(16-17 year olds) AA game. Being on of the only younger officials it was quite common for me to get a lot of attention during the games from the girls playing. I'd like to consider myself pretty good looking but today was different. Normally its just a glance here or there, but at this game most of the more attractive girls were straight up eye-fucking me. Whenever I was to pick up the puck in the visiting team's end I had noticed the goalie had seemed to take a liking to me. I could practically feel her beautiful green eyes watching me as I went to drop the puck. Even with her mask on, I had never seen someone so beautiful. At the end of the game she had taken her mask off as she came to shake my hand and I finally got a good look at her perfect face. From behind her thin pink lips I heard her quietly whisper that she wanted to talk to me about the game in the lobby later on, to which I agreed.

Lechomancer 3: The Sacrifice (M/F)(Oral)

Velvet was a club a few blocks from the university. As a student, Lisa had never come here. It was too loud, and the line of beautiful people not good enough to make it past the rope made her certain she wouldn’t be welcomed. But there she was, in one of the booths facing the dance floor, sipping gin and tonic through a bright pink straw.

Erin, her sister, had insisted they go out to celebrate her new job. After they had both finished work, they had met at Erin’s apartment to get ready. Erin had always treated Lisa like a doll, and loved dressing up her younger sister. On this evening, Lisa found herself in a tiny black dress that clung to her, and enormous cork wedges. Normally, she would have felt too self-consciences to let Erin push her out the door with that much leg or cleavage on display. However, when she looked at herself in the mirror, Lisa couldn’t help but think she wanted the Master to see her in this outfit. Erin had been ecstatic when Lisa agreed.

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First smutty writing

again, unedited and unread through.

She was sitting at her desk, wearing a modest pair of black spandex shorts and a tank top: her usual lounge wear. She was tapping a pen repeatedly, one of her many habits that she couldn't get out of no matter what. Between that and chewing on pen caps, it was clear to see she went through many of them. Her gaze was focused on the computer screen, a jumble of words viewable. Her right hand was on the keyboard, index finger pressing the down arrow repeatedly as her eyes scanned the page.

As he approached closer, she had failed to notice him. Her attention was taken by the now visible site of Fanfiction. His quick reading skill picked up the names 'Sirius' and 'Hermione' and he deduced that she was reading smut, yet again. She seemed to have a fetish for the young teenager to be mating with someone much older than her.

The man reaches out to rest his hands on her shoulders and he leans down, brushing his lips across the back of her neck; her hair was conveniently in a high bun, another sign of her lazing around. "Anything interesting happening to them today?" He murmurs against her skin, and grins as she shivers at his breath.