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Wanna get off to hot writing…. Need I say more?

Hi, hello, hola, chaka? Is chaka anything? Ok, maybe not…

So yeah, hey there, girl with the day off here. I’m looking outside and the weather is somewhere between “blah” and “go for a walk” but I’m kind of tired of being whistled at by dudes driving by… Like what do you think I’m gonna do, boys? Just leap in the backseat? At least let me get my stunt double. Anyway, chauvinism aside, I’m just gonna be blunt and say I am single and porn is honestly dull and lifeless, so I wanna get off, DESPERATELY and another way. My vice is written erotica, sexy little stories that are detailed well in rich paragraphs of vivid environment and character description, not to mention characters that aren’t just sex-bots created for fucking. (Pretty sure that’s the plot of the Notebook, never seen it.)

Soooo, if you’re one of those males/females with a pension for storytelling and a love for getting needy girls off when they read your stuff under a mountain of blankets, please please please send me a cute message that details your talent with a pen. Boast to me if you have to. Swear to God though, messages with “I can fuq you” or “ur a bad gurl, let’s play” OR “let’s roleplay” noooooo especially not that last one, this is writing. A. Story. A hot one. There’s another reddit for that, trust me, I’m banned from it. Kidding. Read more »

The girl at the coffee shop [M+F]

She came over with a short skirt and thigh high socks, a hoodie covers what she has inside. I didn’t expect she would come. I was nervous and excited when I sent that text, but I didn’t expect she would agree.

I first met her at a cafe a couple months ago. I was frantically writing to meet deadline, she seemed leisurely enjoy her book. She was also wearing a skirt then, I don’t think there was a sock though.

I stroked up conversation just by asking her if the wifi was working for her. To be fair it was true that I couldn’t connect with either my laptop or my phone. She said it worked for her and ask me what the problem was. We exchanged a few words then I had to turn back to my keyboard. I couldn’t help but stealing glances toward her, hoping she would do the same. Our eyes caught a couple of times. I asked for her numbers before leaving the cafe. I walked out the door thrilled with the neat line of digits in my notebook. Read more »

Asian Take-Out [Str8] [Mf] [cheating]

I’m a creature of habit, until I’m not. Left to my own whims, I’ll stick to a well-worn path of choices with predictable results. When I’m pushed in another direction, I find I really enjoy it once I get past the initial resistances. Yet for whatever reason I have difficulty in moving myself away from my norms.

Gretta, known as Gigi, was based in my company’s Manila office. Gigi and I had worked together for a few years before we met in-person. We had a great rapport and even engaged in some playful flirting while we had calls, which wasn’t unusual with the single women from that office. I always enjoyed their schoolgirl-like giggles when they first heard my deep voice.

The events in this story took place during the tail-end of the years of being able to know someone without being able to find them easily through social media. So, I’d have pictures in my mind of these Filipino girls I spoke with–eager, lithe, and just out of college–but I didn’t know what they actually looked like. Read more »

Degradation of a Journalist [Part 1]

I moved in on your naked body, examining every inch of it with my eyes and hands.

You were a journalist with a long history of writing passive-aggressive stories about my company, accusing me of corruption and misconduct. Lately, you had been working on a story about sexual assault allegations against me and several senior members of our business, providing good evidence that would be hard to deny.

What you didn’t know was that I owned the city. Everyone was in my pockets. The police, the politicians, the judges, even the newspaper you worked for. After all, that’s how I’d gotten wind of your upcoming story.

I grabbed your throat and pushed you against a wall. Your cuffed arms left you unable to fight back effectively. To catch you, all I had to do was give a word to some off-duty officers I knew, and they escorted me to your house. At this very moment, they were waiting outside, making sure no-one disturbed our little… chat.

The confused face you had made when you saw me enter your home, and the panic that beset you when I overpowered your weak body was glorious. Read more »

Date with another man [FM]

This story is going to be a bit long but I’ll try to keep it short while hitting all the details people are looking for. My husband will probably read this from his account and it will be the first time hearing details, so while you read think about him and how he’s probably feeling.

My husband and I have been married close to five years. Sex life is good, but we have always looked for ways to keep it fresh and exciting. Our usual way to do this usually involves some sort of public display, though it’s usually reserved enough to keep us from getting in too much trouble. One time that was especially different happened about a year ago. My husband met a woman and she was into him and after we talked about it he got a quasi-hall pass. Basically he got to sleep with her while I was there. Not a threesome though, I remained out of the way throughout. The deal was that I got to have one someday. That someday was this past weekend. Read more »

[MF] Hot Tub fun on Thanksgiving.

“…what are the chances someone is gonna come outside?” I asked.

“We’re not fucking in the hot tub.” He responded firmly. I giggled, and slowly lowered myself into the water. I had been invited to spend the holiday with my boyfriend’s family at a cabin, and behind the cabin was a gazebo with a hot tub inside.

“I mean, I’m only asking because this suit is a little tight, and I want to unzip a bit.” I was wearing a one piece suit, but the chest unzipped to about the waist. I wasn’t kidding about the suit being tight, but I 100% had other motives to unzipping.

“The suit does not fit, so I think you have a good excuse to be unzipped.” He said with a smile. Without hesitation, I pulled down the zipper to give myself a little breathing room, exposing my large breasts. Almost immediately, his hands were on me, pinching and fondling my nipples. I climbed on top of him and begun kissing him deeply, feeling him grow through his swim trunks. I begun to grind on him, building the tension between us. Read more »

Suspended Fantasy

I’m just leaving work and my phone pings:
“You leaving work?”
How such a simple question can hit me like a bolt of electricity, I do no know. But fuck, I love when you show me how well you know my day, especially when I’m pretty sure I know what’s coming next…
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Come here.”

I hop into my car, hands a little shaky with excitement. I head over to your place eagerly looking forward to seeing you. “The door is unlocked” pings to my phone as I turn onto your street.

I quietly open the door, locking it behind me. I slide into your room, and you’re laid out on your bed, looking right at me. I freeze, caught between fear and arousal. You get up from the bed and head over to me, all confident and strong in your movement. You gently brush some hair back behind my ear before balling your hand up into a fist that’s full of my hair right at the nape of my neck. Read more »

Husband and wife try to rekindle the spark and surprise themselves and eachother [M+F]

Bob and Sarah are a normal middle age married couple with kids. They love each other deeply but with the hectic life of having a young family and the lack of energy after a long day at work they haven’t spent as much time on themselves or eachother as they used to and it’s starting to show. They’re getting a bit cold with eachother and snap at the littlest thing. After one particularly bad Saturday morning they sneak half an hour to themselves and have a heart to heart about what’s going wrong. Tears followed raised voices and eventually they came to the conclusion that they needed something that would be just for them to strengthen their bond again, something kids and parents couldn’t elbow into, something that would be exciting and scary, something that would make them feel like naughty teenagers again and something that would change the way they saw eachother and themselves after years of working hard to become mummy and daddy. Read more »