The Fireworks Between Us

The Fireworks Between Us

In other stories I have introduced my neighbors. Brad, the tennis pro, Austin, the just out of high school baseball player, and Jennifer, the tall leggy college student. But I haven’t talked about the mom, Lauren. Yesterday being the 4th of July our two families got together for a BBQ. When it started to get dark all of the kids jumped in a car and headed out to meet friends and set up fireworks. Unfortunately the city of Fort Worth doesn’t allow fireworks within city limits.

Anyway, after the kids took off we found ourselves alone; me, my wife Rose, Brad and Lauren. After a few bottles of wine we decided to go inside as the humidity was getting to be uncomfortable. We all settle in on the oversize couched at Brad and Lauren’s. I’d had enough wine and asked if Brad had any whiskey. Knowing he was a whiskey drinker from when he was at my house and I sucked his beautiful cock, I knew he would. He actually said he was out and asked if I would like anything else. I told him no and that I would walk to my house and get a bottle that I had been saving. My wife Rose asked for more wine and Lauren said they had finished of the last bottle of the good stuff. I told Lauren to come with me to select a couple of bottles from our collection. She said let’s go.

[MF] Alone With Kate

Jess and I eventually hit a very messy breakup (not at all to do with our sex life, in fact we both lamented that loss) and there was a period where we tried to be some semblance of friends. Jess decided one of these nights that she wanted us and Kate to go out to a club, get drunk and just have fun. First off, I didn’t drink much, second, the club scene was the last place I wanted to be, and third Jess at this point was already drinking too much too often and I wasn’t exactly eager to be a part of that either. Still I wanted to try and salvage this thing we were trying to call a friendship so I agreed.

Switchy play [MF] [Switch] [narrative] [MDom] [fsub] [Teasing] [taking control] [pinning you down] [cocky] [part 1]

You told me you were a Dom, but I see the hesitation in your eyes.

You’ll boss me around if I let you me, but the moment I resist, you don’t seem to have it in you. You’re straddling me and I go along with it, even as you stumble through your commands. Honestly, it’s cute.

Which maybe you don’t like the sound of, but you’re just as sexy if you’re ordering me around or tripping over your tongue. I play along because I want to see how far you can take it.

I told you not to worry about hurting me, that I’ll let you know if anything isn’t kosher with me, but still, you’re nervous, you hold back. That slap was barely a brush against me. You’re going to have to work harder if you think you’re Dom material.

I’m still very hard for you. You’re cute, maybe even cute in a way you don’t really know. I could eat you up, and I just might, if you’re not careful.

[Mf] I [30m] slept with a news worker whom is married to a local celebrity who has his own tv show series.

So about a year ago I was introduced to this local news woman via a friend cuz she needed help with doing some marketing. I’m good with sales and marketing so I tend to get asked for advice in that area pretty often. At the time of this a buddy and I were in process of opening a phone repair and IT shop so we had a building space leased. The building was fairly empty and had a private area in the back. This building was literally a few hundred yards from her office so it was convenient.

This woman is much older than I am. Pretty sure she is 48 or 50. Close enough .
She has been married for awhile and is known as the nicest person in our area and noone would ever suspect her of anything . Her husband is a famous tv show guy and is a dick to her behind doors. She has recorded him being so abusive verbally and once he touched her.

She and I seen one another maybe 8 times and in this whole time we would text often but it was always professional.

The Text (Pt. 06) [mf, cheating, sexting]

A month had passed since I had come home to work things out with Jason, and so far, so good. We were spending more time together, going out on “dates” again, and the sex was great, although it was slowing down from what it had been during the last couple of weeks of his affair and right when I had come home.  I guess I couldn’t really expect it to be as intense as it was when our emotions were running so high.  The jealousy and possibility of losing one another had really ramped up our sex life, and now that we were falling back into somewhat of a routine, I was sad to see that aspect slipping back into what it once was. 

The Text (Pt. 5) [mf, cheating]

Nerves filled my body as I drove home for the first time in over a week.  Anne had given me Corey’s number when we had gotten home from the bar, and while I had saved it in my phone, I hadn’t yet reached out to him.  I thought back to his touches and kisses and the way we had fucked against the fence.  I had never done anything like that before, and it was freeing.  I didn’t regret it, although I wish Jason hadn’t been witness to it.  It was hard enough for me to imagine him with someone else, I don’t know what it would have done to me to walk in on him with someone else.  I still didn’t know what I wanted.  Jason? Corey? Did Jason and I even have a chance of surviving this?  I just didn’t know.  

I pulled into the driveway and took a deep breath as I walked to the door.  Turning my key in the lock, I pushed the door open and walked in. “Jason?  I’m here,”  I called.  I walked down the hall towards the living room and found Jason sitting on the sofa.  He looked up at me as I walked in, following me with his eyes as I sat on the edge of the recliner.  

A Good Friend Becomes a Great Lover [MF]

Recently, my father suffered a serious heart attack. I dropped everything and flew to be with and support my mom while my dad underwent and recovered from surgery.

It was an incredibly stressful time — not knowing whether he would make it, watching the stress etch lines in my mom’s face, fearing every phone call would bring terrible news.

From the jump, my friend, Ally, who still lives in my. hometown, was there for me. She texted me, called me, made baked goods and dropped them at the house ;-)

We talked at least via text every day. She was a lifeline for me, and I loved her for it.

One day, she stopped by to say hello. She was a sight for sore eyes. Ally just radiated happiness and support, and she had that girl next door sex appeal that I suddenly found myself not just noticing but drowning in. The best comparison I can make is Katie Holmes circa Dawson’s Creek. Yeah.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. This woman had been my friend almost longer than I could remember, and now I wanted her ferociously.

Power games led me to a memorable experience

I had recently moved to a NYC. As a 30 year old, lonely, small town girl with big ambitions, I somehow managed to land myself a high paying job in the Big Apple. Heading into the next phase of my life with my head held high. It all sounded and looked amazing to my family and friends back home. However, once I’d settled down and got the ‘Exciting move’ out of the way, things were fairly quiet. Almost lonely. I did not have any friends yet, which was fine. I needed to focus on work. I just stepped in as the boss of a company I’d never laid eyes on until the day I arrived. I had a few acquaintances and helpful colleagues. Most of them seemed to have work in their eyes as well. As they should. Within a couple days Kevin was assigned as my assistant. He would run my errands, take my calls and do anything and everything requested. Kevin reported to me. He was roughly my age. A bright, hard working colleague whose personality was quite different from mine. He lacked the confidence I needed in most discussions. Always leaving me with the final say. Though he avoided conflicts and was happy to please his new boss, even at the expense of working late nights or skipping lunches to complete my tasks. So it worked well.

I’m writing a book.

I have been spending the last few weeks writing an actual full on book. I usually write short erotica here but I thought I’d try my hand at a full on actual book, so far up to this point I’m 24 pages and 4 chapters in. I still have much to go but considering I’ve only been at it 3 and a half weeks, I don’t think that’s bad.
Is about a dystopian survival story, but for adults, so I have a bit of sex, murder and lots of drama so far.

If you’d like to talk about and discuss ideas with me, it will be greatly appreciated.

The story follows the life of a young woman through a post apocalyptic dystopian world . she meets 2 people on her journey and befriends them. but things develop and tragedy hits where one boy is killed. the lead protagonist proceeds to start a family with the man.

I’ve only got to there in writing so far, but I’m writing everyday .

Back to writing.

[MF] I (25M) was just diagnosed with testicular cancer. I have always wanted a family and my (26F) cousin offered to have my baby before I lose my testicles.

As the title reads, I recently found out that I have testicular cancer and could potentially be losing both of my testicles. I obviously told my family and they have been very supportive. My closest cousin to my age (we’ll call her Jordan) has always been close with me and she was surprised but sympathetic to this news as it is a life-changing thing.

This past weekend, Jordan and I were coming back from a night out with our friends and ended up talking my situation over after a few drinks after everyone left. The conversation turned towards starting a family and the potential of me not being able to have children in the future. I expressed to her my fear of losing my testicles and not having children of my own, without hesitation, Jordan offered to have my child. I was extremely taken aback but also kind of secretly happy she offered.