collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I simply just want to tell stories and talk about random shit. I can’t give out a phone number because that’s sketchy, the message system on here blows, snapchat is honestly the easiest thing to talk through. Mine is KsConfession. I’m here to talk about what the hell ever you want to talk about.
TLDR: basically giving out another branch of communication
I gotta keep this short b/c I’ve got over an hour drive to get to her house tonight. But this happened last Sunday. She was in her closet when I came in, about 10:30 a.m.
Did you go to IHOP? she asked.
Yeah.
Haha, I knew it! You still want to go for a hike?
Yeah but I’m gonna take a shower first.
Why?
Well, I fucked you in the ass this morning…
So?
And I haven’t showered. But its clean, check it out. (Unzips, pulls it out) See?
MMMmmmm (reaches down, takes cock in hand, leans up, kisses him while stroking)
(kisses her back for a minute, then pushes her down gently on her shoulders)
(goes down on knees on carpeted closet floor, puts dick in mouth, starts sucking earnestly, slow at first, then head bobbing)
I don’t have to take a shower now! he says. (lets her suck at her own pace for a bit, then takes head in hands, begins fucking mouth, keeps pumping in and out, here, this mouth, this woman’s mouth, fuck it, fuck it, fucks it harder now, with this dick that came inside this woman’s asshole 3 hours ago. Makes wild grunting noises. Finally cums in her mouth.)
(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)
The next week flew by in the wake of Harry and Hermione’s failed attempt to find Michaels memories. After a short conversation they had both agreed that they’d set aside their vendetta. Just for the time being. They both still wanted to see Michael expelled, and wanted to be the ones responsible, but they had nothing to go on. They had quickly met, leaving multiple details out of their reports to each other, and went their separate ways, each with their own secret.
Harry decided not to tell Hermione about him and Ms. Davies, because he’d rather skip the lecture. They both valued Ms. Davies as a professor, but when Hermione first heard that she was running around with one of her students she was critical to say the least. So Harry kept it from her, and it only tormented him a little.
(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)
The next week flew by in the wake of Harry and Hermione’s failed attempt to find Michaels memories. After a short conversation they had both agreed that they’d set aside their vendetta. Just for the time being. They both still wanted to see Michael expelled, and wanted to be the ones responsible, but they had nothing to go on. They had quickly met, leaving multiple details out of their reports to each other, and went their separate ways, each with their own secret.
Harry decided not to tell Hermione about him and Ms. Davies, because he’d rather skip the lecture. They both valued Ms. Davies as a professor, but when Hermione first heard that she was running around with one of her students she was critical to say the least. So Harry kept it from her, and it only tormented him a little.
”How about him?” She asked and I tried to follow her sight line.
”Who?”
”On the left there, next to the short one.”
“He definitely looks strong.”
“Wanna go ask him for me honey?”
I scratched my cheek and blushed a bit as her brilliant smile broke any resistance I might have. “Okay, I’ll go have a talk with him.” I said and got up, only for her to grab me by the sleeve.
“One second honey.” The playful look in her eyes told me she was enjoying herself. She shifted in her seat as she rummaged around a bit under the table before packing something soft into my hand. “Give him that from me.” She winked, turning just as red as I did.
“You’re having way too much fun already.” I smirked and gave her a kiss before I headed up to the bar.
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“Hey man, this seat taken?” Not exactly a Shakespearian opening line but it got me the seat and a quick introduction later had me his name: Joshua, a semi professional baseball player and he was there with Lee, his teammate. They were from out of town and were heading back in the morning, having finished their game that afternoon.
**Part 1:**https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/9v5i0u/first_time_sharing_a_hotel_room_with_my_boss_part/
**Part 2:https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/9vdn9z/first_time_sharing_a_hotel_room_with_my_boss_part/**
I instinctively moaned at the feeling of his now hardening cock pressing into my backside. I turned my head to look at him and I found my lips captured in an even more feverish kiss than the last one. He quickly turned me around to face him and dove right back in, grabbing onto my ass as I wrapped my hands around his neck. I could feel his tongue slide its way into my mouth and wrestle with my own. This time I wasn’t going to pull away.
I was now his, I understood that much, there wasn’t anything that was going to tear me away from this man. I wanted him and the fact that he clearly wanted me too made me want him even more. I had never so much as looked at a man sexually before but now I was completely ready to do whatever Alex wanted me to do.
True story of something that happened to me last summer on a work trip. I travel a ton for work and was flying from the east coast back to California with a connection in Chicago. As happens often, summer thunderstorms hit Chicago and my flight got delayed for hours, and then hours again and I decided to just preemptively stay in Chicago for the night and fly home the next morning. I took an Uber into the city, and with no plans I logged onto Bumble and Tinder to see if I could find any fun for the night. I was surprised that the first match I got was a 19 yr old Chicago college student and after chatting with her she loves older men and was looking to find an escape from the college guys at her school. Since I was only in town for the night we had to move quick and she came downtown to meet me for dinner and see if we had a connection. When she showed up I was blown away. Super cute short haired brunette with amazing C cups in a white t shirt with no bra and a cool vest and scarf to hide her perky college tits. We met in front of my hotel and walked to dinner. I could tell we had a great connection straight away and knew we would end up taking it back to my nice hotel room. She kept bending over the dinner table in front of me to tease me with her tits to the point that I asked her if I could just take a photo of them for posterity. I couldn’t wait to get that shirt off back in the hotel. I was surprised at how comfortable she was around an older man, it definitely made me realize she has probably done this before. Haha. Soon we walked back to the hotel and I could tell the entire staff was staring at us as a 45 year old man was holding a hot 19 year old college students hand as we walked through the lobby. In the elevator our bodies finally pressed together and I was counting down the seconds to get into the hotel room. When we got to the room we collapsed on the bed and our hands were all over each other. Eventually we peeled each others clothes off and I dove between her legs to lick her. As I looked up at her she was cupping those amazing tits in her hands as her eyes rolled back in her head. She kept telling me how college guys don’t like to lick pussy which is one of the reasons she likes older men. Eventually she pulled me up on top of her and started teasing her now wet pussy with my cock. I finally slid it inside her and couldn’t believe how tight she was. She rubbed her clit and begged me to go slow for a minute but as soon as she got used to it she wanted it really really hard. Her pussy was sooooo wet, and even squirting at times that we totally soaked this hotel room bed. As we went from position to position she told me how college guys could only fuck her for a couple of minutes max and loved how older men could last longer. We ended up fucking for hours, only moving over to the other bed to sleep since we basically ruined one with our sex juices and cum. We woke up at 6am the next morning and she went to class and I flew home. Looking forward to getting stuck in Chicago on some future work trips
I always had a thing for this guy in my church when I was in middle school. I was 12 and he was 13 when we became friends, though I think we knew of each other before that.
He’s half Filipino like me and I remember liking him a lot because he had long black hair like mine. One night after church I realised I had a crush on him. Then later that week I had a dream where we had baby making sex in our Youth Group room. Next morning my panties were soaked. He was pretty much my first wet dream.
Well, to skip all the details of our childhood friendship… I used to be super chubby back then but he never condemned me for it when we were kids. We were good friends for a while until high school hit. He and I went to different schools, but the same church still. He grew further and further away from me and I got more and more obsessed with him. I remember it got so bad that I masturbated to him in a family Christmas pic his step mom sent me in the mail. So, eventually Junior year I confessed my feelings for him. He got weirded out and never spoke to me again. I felt pretty dumb and embarrassed, but I eventually moved on because he did some shitty things to me and some other people, anyway.
As I expected, Mistress Michelle cums several times while I ate her pussy. I deeply love to eat her pussy. It is a real reward for me and Mistress knows it. Sometimes, between classes, she returns to her apartment, to be worshiped with a quick cunnilingus by her submissive slave. Then she leaves, calm, leaving me in a state of indescribable excitement.
The characters of Soubratie (Sahib’s servant) and his Indian wife Mrs.Soubratie, Soubratie knows that his wife is fucking British officers and mainly the colonel.
The lines “I got back to my tent where I found Soubratie mounting guard, and he told me with a grin that the “Colonel Sahib there speaking to his woman in Master’s tent.” I went and peeped very quietly and had the felicity of seeing the Colonel without his coat or trousers on, laying beside Mrs. Soubratie, whose fine, fat, brown cunt he was manipulating with his hand, whilst she was grasping those balls …The Colonel, evidently, enjoyed himself very much, and judging from the little feminine ripple of laughter which from time to time issued from Mrs. Soubratie”
and : ” Going to my tent I met Soubratie outside of it who made me a mysterious sign and told me in a whisper that the Colonel Sahib was asleep on my bed. Out of curiosity and wondering why he should have chosen my bed instead of his own…see the man was on my bed between the thighs of a woman and fucking her (Mrs.Soubratie) deliciously. I could not see their faces, but I could see their bottoms and I did see..”, “The Colonel continued fucking Mrs. Soubratie very comfortably in my house,..his splendid prick, passing, in measured cadence, in and out of, up and down, the brown cunt of Mrs. Soubratie. The sight was too voluptuous,”