I knew she had a boyfriend now and a part of me wanted to be a good friend and respect that. But the other part of me was powerless to the throbbing monstrosity in my pants that had acquired complete control. I could barely focus on my drive over, and I couldn’t stop my whole body shaking with nervous excitement as I neared her house. I’d only been here once before, and it was hard to recognise in the dark, but as I neared the house which thought was her’s, I noticed a man entering into the car in the driveway. Having never met her boyfriend before, I couldn’t be sure it was him, but I was fairly certain, as I noticed her run out the door to give him a hug before he closed the door, and reversed out. I pulled over to the side of the road and turned my lights off, so as not to draw attention to myself, as he drove past me. My nerves were on edge, especially with how close I had been to getting caught. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. Where I had parked seemed close enough, so soon after she’d gone back into her house, I quietly exited my car, and made my way to her front yard. I knew her bedroom was to the side of the house, and I’d have to open the gate without making too much noise, or arousing suspicion from the neighbours. Fortunately the big tree out the front ensured the gate was in the shadows, which made my attempts less conspicuous.
[MF] Return to purpose. (Adult Bdsm consensual fantasy, breeding kink, trigger warning dark kink, mental Dom, Urolagnia, degradation, humiliation, deep eroticism, and an second person invitation)
It started with hatefucking.
You wanted brutality with kindness and cuddles.
I give you this.
Your body fucking shaking as i thrust into your mind over and over.
Somehow believing you deserve the pain.
Perhaps you do.
I use your mind and unravel till you ache for me.
You ache like I’m the only important thing in your life.
Because I give you ease.
Because I’m emotionally invested and kind.
Because I see through you to the bone.
I see the desire for self destruction flickering in your eyes
You want feel being used and discarded so you’re not numb anymore
Setting fire to your own life to be kindled by the flame.
I keep you safe but I give you that edge.
That fucking rushing gushing acheing sensation thump thump thumping inside.
You ache. You ache so hard it just keeps returning to your thoughts over and over.
You read me and you feel my arms ripping your clothes and unravelling your mind
When you’re Cumming to my words your heart beats so fucking hard like it’s on fire.
Teen needs to keep her job.
A little about myself: So this is my first post here and my first time writing a “story” like this. I’m a 19 year old male in great physical shape, I’m tall (6’3”) and lift weights regularly. I also am proud to say I have a big penis. But I have always had a fantasy of my beautiful girlfriend sucking a massive massive dick. This probably won’t be my only post but it is my first. I might change it up and post another later in a better format. This could also be considered more of a confession too haha. Anyway I’ll try to make as little grammar mistakes as I can but I’m kindof bad a writing. I hope you guys like it! (Writing in pass tense as I want this to feel like it already happened)
My girlfriend works for her mother. Her mom is the hiring manager at a news paper delivery service. Because of the recent pandemic my girlfriend (Sophie) begged her mom to give her a job. It won’t pay great but with the Canadian emergency student benefit she will be making almost full time minimum wage. Her mom reluctantly agrees but she had to work night shifts starting from 1 am and going till 5 am. Sophie says okay and is just happy she has a job.
My Favorite Symphony – oral
You brag about your prowess with your tongue. A gentleman doesn’t need to brag, but a lady might. Let me tell you about me and my mouth. I am a pleaser. I love to get men off. I want to do it again as soon as I finish you. The more you enjoy it, the more I crave pleasuring. Men can tell, they have always have followed me with their eyes, something in my smile I suppose. I have never been quiet about this love, this desire to create ecstasy. It drips from my mouth without a sound.
I am also a musician. My tongue is strong. It is coordinated and talented. My mouth could break you, if I wanted to. But, I won’t. Maybe. What I will do with it, is make you beg. It’s my favorite composition. It begins as I take your cock in my mouth, run my tongue down the shaft. Gently wrap my hand around the base and suck. I love to hear the catch in your breath the first time you feel the softness. I love to start with just the tip, and wait until I feel your hips edging forward trying to get me to take more.
I [F] sucked off a married firefighter
I (F24) sucked off a married firefighter
One time about a year or so ago the firefighter pipes and drums were performing at a bar I was at. One of the members definitely stood out as he was younger and very attractive. He had the kind of eyes that consumed and undressed you as he looked you up and down. My friend pointed out that he had a ring on, honestly I didnt care I figured I could still atleast flirt right?
We went to the bar that was their next stop on their bagpipe tour and at this bar I decided to ask the firefighter for a photo and if I could buy him a drink. His smile was absolutely fucking delicious, like a tall glass of water. We did a couple shots and he asked if me and my friend would meet them at the next bar since it was their last stop and they could hangout afterwards.
How I came to love anal [MF]
I used to unequivocally say “that’s an exit!” but it took this incredibly sexy guy I “dated” back in college… I guess he was more of a fuck buddy. We had such insane chemistry that one kiss and I would literally be dripping wet and my knees would buckle.
He was a very sexy, very large black man. Many would mistake him for a football player, he was 6’5”, 250 lbs of muscle. I’m pretty short so he made me feel small and easily dominated.
I was far from a virgin when I met him, but the first time we fucked I felt as if it was the first time- ever. His dick was HUGE, at least 9 inches long and thick- my fist didn’t fit all the way around his shaft when he was hard.
Anyways, we had this thing going. We’d get together under the pretense of watching a movie then the next thing you know he’d be fucking my mouth so hard my eyes would water (I blame him for all my jaw issues even all these years later). I fucking loved it.
An Old Friend [romantic] [MF]
[Eek! First post! Hopefully it’s steamy enough for you all!]
His jacket, which was keeping the autumn chill off my bare shoulders, smelled good. I took in a deep breath, remembering what it smelled like when we were dancing just a few hours ago. He glanced over from the driver’s side of my car and smirked, but said nothing.
“Thanks again for the ride.” I offered, relaxed with the last of the rum flowing through my veins.
“It’s the least I could do.” He shrugged. “You’re driving me to and from the airport.”
“Oh, don’t mention it,” I scoffed. “It’s my pleasure. I enjoy spending time with you. Always have, if you didn’t notice.” I winced inside. Oops, that’s the rum talking! Keep yourself together, girl!
“I noticed.” He laughed.
The rum loosened up my tongue again, before I could stop it. “Why didn’t you make a pass at me before, then?”
This clearly caught him off gaurd, but instead of shrugging me off, he cocked his head. “I always thought you were too much of a good little Catholic girl for me.”
I laughed. “I thought you were a good Catholic boy yourself, my friend.”
Turbulence [vaginal] [oral] [blowjob]
Some people make flying feel more like a dream than a nightmare.
I’ve taken to calling him Drake due to the large dragon tattoo that started on his chest, the front claws grasping at an anatomically correct heart just above his own, trailed over his shoulder and ended on his lower back, barbed tail curved around his hip. It was massive and it was absolutely stunning to say the least.
I met him in the lobby bar. I was a very nervous flier and found a drink or two beforehand was just enough to calm me. I sat nearby and tried not to stare at him as much as he was staring at me.
“Which flight are you on?” His voice was deep, it didn’t really match the bleach-blonde hair and slim figure he had. He was wearing a nicely fitted charcoal blazer and a pair of dark blue jeans, a tie hung loosely at his neck and the top button on his shirt was undone. My initial impression of him made me think he was a fellow writer, or an out of work PI.
“315 to DC. Work obligations, you?”
The House Always Wins (part five) [Blowjob] [vaginal]
I must have fallen asleep at some point after the bath, and slowly awoke to Finn and Liam arguing about something. I wanted to know what it was so I went over to the doorway and sat down beside the open door, being careful that they didn’t see me get up and I listened to them.
“I can’t keep covering for you with Tracy,” Finn said, “You haven’t been home on time in over a week and you’ve stayed overnight here while blaming an out of town work thing more than is believable. She’s wanting me to follow you to find out if you’re cheating on her.”
“So do it and find nothing,” Liam said.
“I’m not lying to her anymore. You need to be done with this. It’s safer for your friend if she leaves and goes far the fuck away from here anyway. She was just supposed to leave after, not hang around and fuck you anyway,” Finn retorted.
“Fine, I’ll just go to Tracy and tell her all about you drugging my friend and letting her be raped to the point of needing a god damned blood transfusion by guys you owe money to and how I’ve been looking after her wounds so your ass doesn’t end up dead or in jail because of how much they actually hurt her.”
Kylie on the C-Train The Bonuses [MF] [Mdom] [humiliation] [public] [gangbang] (1,900 words)
**Kylie on the C-Train**
by All These Roadworks (2020)
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Kylie was a repressed and sheltered girl. She had been raised to be chaste, and with that had come shyness. She dressed modestly. She didn’t make eye contact with boys. She knew that there were no wild parties, no drunken flings, and absolutely no sex before marriage in her future. She never touched her own cunt – she had done so once, and it felt so deliciously good that she had cried and jerked her hand away and pinched her nipples painfully as punishment for being sinful.
Life changed for her when she started riding the morning C-train to her entry-level secretarial job. Her job was in a part of the city dominated by male professionals. Every morning she was surrounded by anonymous men in suits, packed like sardines. She liked to stand near the window, where she could see out, and it didn’t feel so claustrophobic, but once she was there it was almost impossible to turn or move until the train came to a stop.
On her very first morning, she felt a stranger’s hand slip under her skirt and begin to stroke her thighs.