The Local [FM]

Exhausted I slumped back into my chair and took another sip of my drink. The bar was quiet it was peaceful. Last few days weren’t though, twelve hour flight from Chicago to Lisbon, Portugal, then a drive down to Sintra then non stop mediation between my sister and her husband. My sister was going through a bad divorce and I was trying to help her wrap things up as smoothly as possible. But the last 3 days had just been shouting and throwing of things. I needed a break from this.

I grabbed my lighter and cigarettes and walked outside. The air was cool it felt good on my face. It was dark I looked around, pretty quiet for a Saturday night. I’d have someone wanting to bum a cigarette off me at this time in Chicago downtown right about now. I smiled at the thought. Sintra was beautiful, brick palatial buildings painted in different colors. Narrow cobblestone roads. I took a puff and leaned back on the wall.

That Time My Co-worker’s Daughter Blew Me [MF]

On a completely unremarkable week night about 4 or 5 years ago I headed to the pub to meet up with a friend who was having some trouble with her boyfriend and wanted to vent. When I got there I looked around and realizing she wasn’t there yet decided to sit at the bar so I could chat with the smoking hot bartender Deidra like I usually did when there alone. She quickly pointed out a young group of girls at a booth that were giggling and looking over in my direction. The bar was pretty busy so it took me a minute to see past a few people and recognize one of the girls at the table. I had met Jessie only once before, she was Tom’s (co-worker) oldest daughter, 21 or 22 at this point. He had brought her to the company Christmas party a couple years back because his wife hadn’t been feeling well. Being the only other young person at the table we sat beside each other and joked around most of the night.

The Bad Doctor, Part 5 [NSFW] [Rape] [MF]

So there we are, about two weeks later. She couldn’t see me last week because she was still taking care of her mother. She was able to come this week because her mother passed away so she was back to her home, with her husband and children, and needed to see me. *Her words.* She called me last Sunday on my cell phone, which I had given to her the night we had coffee at the coffee shop. You know, the night I went to her mom’s house and jerked off with her hand. Yeah, that’s the night. So, I gave her my number and nearly two weeks later she called me. She could’ve called my secretary like she did last week when she had to reschedule. But she called me on a Sunday evening. I could tell she had been drinking, her words were sliding together. “Dr I know I shouldn’t be calling you like this but my mom. She passed. And I need to talk to you. I need you to see me. I need to see you. Well okay then. I’ll talk to you soon I hope.” She struggled to end the call and that voicemail, I am not ashamed to say, was played many, many times both out loud and later in my mind. Anyway, that’s how we got to the appointment.

The Literal Girl Next Door – Part II – Winter Vacation [FM]

These memories have been so fun to share! Per request — here is one of the final escapades (sex-capades? hah!) that Jeff and I shared together. Again typed up on my phone so apologies for grammar, poor formatting, and the like. Happy reading!

Skip to ————— if you want a shorter read. :)

Part II – Winter Vacation

I was home on winter break during my senior year of college. If you read Part 1 you probably already have a good sense of my looks but to recap I was 21 years old, petite build, 34D, dark shoulder length hair, green eyes, and pale complexion. We had just finished a late family breakfast and my sister and I were working together feverishly on a new puzzle from our holiday loot. The upper portion of the puzzle was a blue and white cloud scene that was driving us absolutely crazy, but we were having a blast trying to figure it out. My Mom was sipping on some tea on the couch, my Dad was reading the paper — the morning had a very “Americana” vibe. My phone started buzzing up a storm and my Dad quipped about the noise. I quickly made my way over to my purse and fished my phone out. There were a barrage of texts from my older, next door neighbor, Jeff. He had been traveling to visit his family for the holidays and had just made it back home. The texts started out innocent enough and then they took a very abrupt turn. He wanted me to come over immediately… I remember my cheeks flushed reading through them. I told my sister that I needed to take a quick break and walked away to find a private space to reply to him.

[M]y boyfriend got uncharacteristically dominant, tied me up and [F]ucked me

Both L and I love to hear each other talk dirty and so we often suggest wild things in the heat of the moment that are never really going to happen. However the last time this happened was totally different.

I love it when L is rough with me, whether he is pushing me down, pulling me up or squeezing me hard it really turns me on to feel his strong hands on me. When he is in charge his voice lowers slightly and hearing it in my ear turns my insides to jelly.

A late night at the office…Jess’ story…

Everyone knew Jess liked to stay in the office long after everyone else had gone home. Her work ethic was office legend. That’s why Jess wasn’t surprised when Eric walked into her office late one night bearing a steaming cup of coffee.

“I’m here to appease you,” Eric said, “seeing as I’m going to disturb you these coming weeks by sharing the building with you late at night.”

Jess pulled off her glasses, accepted the coffee and flashed a disarming smile at Eric.

>*“It’s fine Eric. I have to warn you, though, staying here after office hours isn’t the most exciting way to spend your evenings.*

“Really?” Eric asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean you’re always here. What could be more exciting than that?”

With that he walked out of the office, and Jess had to suppress the fire his presence had stoked.

The next morning Jess rummaged in her underwear drawer and found sheer thongs and a matching lace bra. She put on her suit and fantasized about Eric’s fingers untucking her shirt from her skirt, ripping the cotton shirt open to reveal her bra, freeing her breasts and taking her nipples in his mouth.

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Indian Kinky Adventure [MF]

I am a gigolo located in India , I operate from southern india and most of my clients are from there , so to my foreign readers comment if you can’t get some words i use .

(Fictional names will be used to protect the identity of my clients)

After my first time being a Gigolo the second job i got was a bit more intense .

A few weeks later when I was going to take tuitions I got a call from priya ( first client ) I was really happy as we became really close friends thanks to the help of the internet and social media .
She told me she is sending the kids to her parents place for the weekend and she needed my services but asked for something super kinky and I immediately agreed before ahe told me what it was .

artsy [f] fashion design assistant and our [m] warehouse hookups

this story starts off in the summer of 2015 or so. This was when i was a production assistant at a garment manufacturer.

Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Kristine was about 28 at the time, 5’2″ 110lbs filipina. Very offbeat/nerdy type of girl. She rode her fixie and took the train everyday so her legs were in terrific shape. My favorite outfit of hers was the black band T shirt, blue jeans, Doc Martens. Black hair in a pony tail, thick framed glasses. kinda had that diane from bojack vibe. Sexy as fuck, i know.

i’m about 2-3 years older and i usually wear the male version of this.

Looking for story

It was once on Experience Project, later sadly removed. It was called “The nasty neighbour girl” and was in parts titled “day x”. It contained a lot of watersports. Does anybody remember it and potentially saved it?

UPDATE – [MF] Lost another football wager

UPDATE ON THE SECOND WAGER – Arranged the alone time for this Sunday. I’m taking the kids, and she’s staying home. Buddy is going to stop by my house saying he thought he’d watch football with me, and see what he can do with her. He’s pretty confident he’ll be able to get with her. I give him about a 25% chance

For those that missed the first post describing the wagers, see below:

Week 16 of the season I lost a football wager with a buddy. The stakes were nude pics of our wives, and unfortunately I lost. He got to see all the nudes of my wife, and I didn’t get anything. I’ll tell the story this time.

He liked what he saw, and said he’s going to try and get with her. Meanwhile, I still wanted to see the pics, so I figured we’d make another bet, and one I was sure I was going to win. If I won, I got to see the pics. If he won, I had to arrange it so I took the kids away for a day with the wife home alone, and let him know so he can pop by and try it out. I got to pick the game, so of course I went with the sure bet of Baltimore beating the Titans. That didn’t turn out so well last night. Now I have to set buddy up with the chance to play with my wife.