Heather and Michael Part Two
The Direct Approach I (MM, Mdom/msub, anal play)
It was late and insomnia decided to pay me a visit. I was looking out the window when I heard the door open; I look over to see Greg walking in. Before I could ask him what he wanted he covered my mouth with his hand. “Turn over.” He ordered. The moon light on his face showed me that he wasn’t in a joking mood. I slowly turned onto my belly and I feel him rip the covers off my body. Greg runs his hands up and down my back, he mounts me and I feel him kissing my neck as he tries to take my shirt off. I remove my shirt and then I can feel Greg’s lips press against my cheek. I hear him whisper. “I want your ass.” The intent in his voice both scared, and excited me. I feel him lie on top of me, kissing me as he rubbed his hips against my ass. I was getting hard, and of course, Greg was too. I try to turn to kiss him, but he pushes my face against the pillow. “I’ll let you know when you can have some.” He tells me as he begins to undress. I can feel his bare chest against my back as he plants more kisses onto my neck. I whimper in anticipation as Greg moves my shorts and I feel him massage my ass. Greg begins to rub me and I can hear him panting. He wanted me, and nothing was going to keep him from getting it. I ask Greg about Jessie, who is sleeping in the other room. “If you’re quiet, then she won’t bother us.” Greg’s hands spread my cheeks as I hear him praise me. “That’s a good little boy. Be quiet and we’ll both be happy.”
Sarah’s seduction [MF] [Wife]
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Sarah sighed with annoyance and put her mobile phone back into her bag. Dan had not stopped harassing her ever since he had gotten her phone number from the company records.
He was a nice guy, quite handsome in a rugged, masculine way. He had a sharp jaw and wide shoulders that hinted at a sporty past. The first time they had met, Sarah blushed without realising and mumbled a greeting. That was where it had started, really. Dan saw her shyness and it had captivated him. He had to have her. To see Sarah's face and chest covered in thick ropes of his milky cum as she knelt before him was his newest goal in life.
After all, what was better than fucking a married woman?
For her part, Sarah stoically maintained she was not interested in Dan. She had a husband at home to think about. She was happy. Her husband was loving and caring and all she needed.
Fuck, Dan was hot though. Annoying and persistent, but hot.
Nope. It would not do to think about that.
Voluptuous Indian Cousin Blackmail (Chapter 2) [MF][blkmail]
In actual fact, Arun had got several text messages and together they painted the picture of what Narinda had done. All that Arun needed was a bank statement (no doubt somewhere in her private files in her house) to have the missing piece of evidence he would need for a "good and proper blackmailing".
He needed to get access to Narindra's home again and have a good rummage around. That was the next step…
Luckily he got his chance that weekend when Narindra's older sister was over from America. It was Narindras older sister with the big tits, who had the distracting penchant for not wearing a bra under her nightshirt, VERY distracting seeing those "pokies" over breakfast let me tell you…. Anyway, this meant that his uncles house was full so Narindra kindly offered to let Aruns' family stay at her house.
Breaking You In [MF, Fsub]
You stood at the front door walkway, head down and eyes peering up alluringly. I came in close, we kissed, and you pulled me in tight.
Earlier in the evening we had been out dancing, moving and shuffling and grinding together on that floor in rhythm to loud beats blasting from the DJ’s speakers. But now we danced again, our lips gently touching and parting and tongues flicking in and around, tentatively exploring.
It was our seventh date across four weeks. I took it slow, applied no pressure. On our first date, after a fine evening out, as we strolled to your apartment I reached out and simply took your hand. You glanced down and tossed your hair, then clasped fingers back and smiled. We reached your front door and I didn’t even try to kiss. I simply faced you, held both hands, looked deeply in your eyes, and asked for another date.
Of course you’d said yes.
But now you are persistent. Your lips needy. Your groin pressed against mine as I stroke your back along the satin of your evening gown.
“Come in,” you say in a husky voice.
Heather and Michael Part One
During my first sexual experience, I was not touched, even kissed.
I found them on Craigslist. My friends and I would browse the Casual Encounters Personals–and the even more amusing Missed Connections–for entertainment, and I kept the pastime when away from my friends.
Under “mw4w”, I found them, seeking a young girl to watch us. Teen but legal or young looking up to 21. I was sixteen, and wanted to know about sex. I wanted to fill the gaps in the sexual education I should have received from my pious parents and their parochial surrogates at school but had instead received from my rebellious older sisters. This, it seemed, was the most dangerous way to go about it, and real, palpable, with the flaws, the scuffle, the messiness and imperfections I was certain were missing from the pornographic films ubiquitous on the internet.
Ambulance crew take advantage [Fdom][ff/m]
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I had been laying on the floor for what had seemed like an eternity, feeling the cold and unforgiving concrete on my back. My poor attempt at parkour had caused me to land awkwardly on my hip and I was in too much pain to move anything below my waistline.
I heard the sound of an engine in the distance, sounding loud to be a normal car. How could I have been so stupid? I don’t need this right now. Not that there was ever a good time for this.
My self pity was briefly interrupted by the ambulance appearing round the corner. I know they are professional, but how stupid am I going to seem when they learn that I, a not especially fit man in his mid 20’s, decided that using some brick work to attempt a parkour wall jump was a wise idea?
This embarrassment got even worse when the two people in the ambulance were both women.
The girl with the brunette hair was first out of the ambulance and heading towards me, while the blonde went to get whatever items she felt they needed for my situation.
Callie and Alyssa [ff] [les] *OC, would love constructive crits as well!*
Callie and Alyssa
The small apartment living room is lit only by the light of the television. Some music channel is playing popular music videos, but the sound is cut down low. The sound of water running emanates from another room.
Callie is sitting on the couch filing her toe nails awaiting for her girlfriend Alyssa to return from taking a shower. A musk of incense floats in the air from a side table.
Callie is dressed in a tight, white spaghetti strap undershirt and a pair of green panties. Her smooth, long legs glisten from the light of the TV as she has one propped up on the coffee table filing the nail of her big toe. She's taken off all of her makeup already for the night, yet she remains just as gorgeous without it in the pale flickering light of the TV. Her pale blonde hair seemingly glows in the twilight. Her fingernails are short but painted a vibrant pink with light purple stripes cutting across them.
The sound of the running water from the shower cuts off and Callie smiles and lays her file on the table in front of her. She leans back into the soft cushioned couch and stretches, her nipples poking through her white top, visibly getting harder as the cotton rubs them with the stretch.
Activating an Android [MF][Scifi]
Not particularly happy with this story, but I can't figure out a way to change it and make it better. So I'm finally posting it here to move on to other things. Any feedback is appreciated, and the full story can be found here. Thanks for reading!
He lay slumped on the couch, head tilted to one side at an appalling angle. His eyes, glassy and unfocused, were pointed in the general direction of the dingy, smeared screen. Trashy daytime TV illuminated his dark living room, distorted soap operas washing over the dusty floor, the cracked paint, the pile of unkept dishes in the sink. A casual observer might mistake Eli Stevens for a corpse if they were to miss the imperceptible rise and fall of his chest
The sun penetrated a tiny slit in the faded curtains, illuminating the pattern; one that had gone out of style nearly twenty years prior. The brilliant sliver of light crept timorously across the floor, synchronized with the dingy hour hand on the wall clock. It remained ignored until, finally, it fell on Eli’s face.
Taha and Sasha: Letter for my lover [mf]
Dearest Sasha,
My love I won’t say I miss you anymore. You should enjoy. You don’t need to hear it from me again and again. At least not at such regularity. It’s strange waking up and not having you in bed next to me, not kissing you within a hearbeat of opening my eyes, not marvelling at your beautiful face in the morning, the way that the sunlight bounces so softly off your skin that you look like something not of this world. Something divine, heavenly.
In that moment, I’m filled with thought of the way we have been recently. I just wanted to say that the we are, the way we feel, it’s perfect. I love it. It’s so hard for me describe exactly what I feel. Is there even a name for such a feeling? It starts like desire, you and I, holding on to each other. We drink the other’s lips as if we’ve been wandering in the desert. We pull the other closer and closer, as if trying to mesh into one body, demanding more and more closeness, but it’s never enough. The feeling builds within me, overtaking me, controlling me. It overflows and I think I’ve found the words to let it out and so I say, “I love you”, but it’s just not enough. The words fail to convey that which is begging to get out. It’s almost like torture, not being able to tell you. It’s a higher emotion. Oneness, unity. As you say, two bodies one soul.