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Fuck me for teasing you – I deserve it

I often think about what would happen if he found my Reddit account. After all the conversations we’ve had about how much I’m sexually harassed at work, how I confronted you after you laughed at my stories, the way we talked about gender equality… I wrote *this*???

Well, guess what, you fuckable face, you, I meant all of what I said, along with constantly teasing you and trying to sexually torture you. I don’t want to be sexually harassed by the 60-year-old man in scrubs who reeks of cigarettes. He repulses me.

But I DO want to be the ass you’re trying to not look at, the boobs and cleavage you resent yourself for viewing. I want to be the only girl on your mind. I want your sex with every other girl you have be infuriating because it still doesn’t scratch the itch I created.

You resent me, because you need to have me. You need to know how it feels to be inside me, how it feels to make me moan, what my moans sound like, how I writhe when you make me cum, screaming louder and louder… You need me. Read more »

Not That Big a Deal [Incest]

I couldn’t find my sister. Eyes shut, I kept splashing around aimlessly looking for her. I felt like I searched every inch of this pool three times over.

“Fish out of water!”

A burst of laughter from my right confirmed my suspicion. I opened my eyes and saw Rachel in her red swimsuit practically doubled over.

“I was wondering when you’d catch on. Jeez,” she remarked

Other than me, she was the only one here. We liked to go to our apartment building’s pool in the mornings before it got too crowded.

I got out of the pool. “Yeah, alright. I’m stupid. You don’t have to rub it in. Right now I just want to hit the showers and go home.”

“Don’t get lost in there,” Rachel chuckled.

I tried to turn on all the men’s showers but only one of them worked. People barely used these showers, probably why nobody bothered to fix this. The sound of someone opening the door and stepping in echoed through the shower room. I turned to the end of the room and saw Rachel.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked her. Read more »

Lacking Intimacy p.1? [MF]

“Well, Nick,” Carly said, leaning back in her chair. “I don’t like to use the word diagnosis. To me that means there’s something wrong with you, something that has to be ‘fixed’, and of course there’s nothing truly wrong with you. You’re not sick, are you?”

“Uh, no, I’m not,” I said, confused.

“Right. So what I’m about to say isn’t so much as a diagnosis, but more of something that I want you to try on for size.”

“Okay,” I said slowly, still confused.

“I think you’re missing intimacy in your life.”

“Intimacy?” I said, questioningly. I wasn’t missing intimacy. Do guys really need intimacy in their lives?

“Yes, intimacy,” she began. Her eyes softened. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees, and her shirt opened just a bit more, tantalizing me with her cleavage. “We often think of intimacy as something that is purely physical…you know, *sex*,” she said, placing a confusing emphasis on the word sex. “But intimacy is so much more than that. It’s something that you share with someone, a kind of vulnerability that you don’t feel with someone at work, or a family member. It’s…more comfortable than that, it’s safe.” Read more »

She wants it rough[MF]

I met her online, on some dating site. I can’t remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and instagram. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I’m the exact same way, and it’s gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets her off is to be roughed up, commanded, and be called names. Rough sex was something I took too quite quickly. I felt pretty confident that telling her about my experience doing some pornos, and showing her a clip would get her interested me. She liked what she saw, and we kept talking and decided to meet in person to play. Read more »

I like writing stories that get people aroused and I especially like writing stories that make people cum.

I’m pretty bored and I’ve just been told that my stories are no longer welcome over where I usually post them so I’m looking for a new place to write about.

Usually I like writing with a more personal approach so if anyone has any ideas or outlines for stories they’d like to read, message me and I’ll see if I can work on something for you!

You can check my post history if you want and see if you like how I write. I’m open to lots of different kinks, fetishes, and approaches to sexuality so don’t be shy.

I’m not sure if this is the right place to look for things like this so if anyone knows a more appropriate sub, let me know. Thanks and have a nice day!

Bullied By Your Step-Daughter [mf]

You’re a bit apprehensive as you come downstairs. We had a fight last night. Well, not so much a fight. I scolded you for coming home late. Apparently you were out with a co-worker? I didn’t like that at all.

I’m in the kitchen already. You can hear me moving about and you curse silently to yourself. All that time you spent mucking about in your room; you had hoped I’d have gone to meet up with one of my girlfriends today. Unfortunately for you, I was determined on having a family breakfast this morning.

It’s been like this ever since I came back home on Summer break. You tell yourself that you only have to put up with me for a few days more until I move back into my dorm. Our relationship isn’t that abnormal, after all.

The first thing you notice when you enter the kitchen is that I’m dressed somewhat provocatively. I’m a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, usually, but this morning I’m wearing a white tank top with a black bra underneath, as well as a loose, plaid miniskirt. I’m wearing four in heels instead of my usual trainers and my footsteps make a sharp clicking sound as I walk on the hardwood floor. Each footstep makes you feel a nervous tug at the back of your navel. You swallow hard and try your best to put on a manly voice, saying, “Good morning.” Read more »

I Don’t Want Sobriety

I’ve developed a new addiction; touching myself. Truly feeling everything my own hands can give. My pillowy breasts, the softest of skin kissing against the bumps and ridges of hard nipples as they welcome the waves of sensation.

Parting my pussy lips with nimble finger tips. Discovering a swollen and yearning clit, only to creep too close to the edge, teasing myself to prolong the most delectable kind of pain. Sweet nectar forming, leaving its condemning stain. I draw it out of myself over and over again, never wanting to lose this high. Searching for it until I’m lost in the brightest darkness.

If this is intoxication, if this is addiction, I don’t want sobriety.

Using Eva. Sloppy, filthy Eva. [MF]

Fucking Eva. It was never straightforward with Eva. She called me up asking for some coke. I didn’t have any, but I told her otherwise and spent a frantic couple of hours getting sorted. I sensed opportunity.

I insisted on delivering it. Not a problem I said. What’s a half hour walk when there’s a glimmer of a possibility of getting my dick wet? Who cares about rain? It took forty five fucking minutes. I was soaked. Some musclebound motherfucker opened the door.

Fuck my life.

For a motherfucker he was polite. Let’s call him Chuck. Chuck invited me in and gave me a beer and introduced me to Norris, a skinny motherfucker who was playing Halo. The stench of weed was comforting. I fell into the couch and got handed a spliff and felt right at home. Eva appeared, a short skirt and a long sleeve top, grungy looking, her hair different yet again. Hot as fuck. Pornstar hot. Read more »