Climb through my window [MF]

I was 18 (almost 19) and away at school on my own. For the first time, I had my own room- a dorm room, granted, but it was mine! It was the smallest of small spaces, barely big enough for a dresser, a desk, and my bed- but I loved it. On the ground floor, but high enough that I didn’t have to worry about anyone getting in through the window, or so I thought.

I’d been seeing Jay for a few weeks- nothing serious, he was a either a junior or a senior in one of my English classes. He usually wore flannel shirts, tight jeans, and a wallet chain, which may have well been kryptonite to my panties. He was taller than me, thin build but muscle-y in that way only students can be (so much time in the gym!), brown eyes. Shaggy hair, in that early 2000’s fashionably weird way. We’d hung out a few times, to “study”, and he was a good kisser, though we’d barely gotten to second base.

It was late on a Tuesday night, and I was coming back from a shower when I heard a sound at my window. A little sound, like a tap. Maybe a branch, or the wind? Nope, there it was again. Tap. Then another, tap.

Academy of Fetishes v1.00 released! It’s actually finished!

#About the game

[Academy of Fetishes](https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes) is a text-based game you can play in the browser and download to your computer. You are the principal of Saint Mary’s, a financially ruined all-female college. Fortunately, an anonymous benefactor offers to keep the school afloat so long as the students and teachers perform lewd acts.

When you start, the students and teachers are reluctant. But the longer you play, the more they break out of their shell and show you how twisted and perverted they really are.

If a kink exists, I want a scene of it in the game (with some rare exceptions). But, I respect the fact that not everyone is into everything. That’s why the game will progress down the path you want to take. Don’t like Futanari? That’s fine! There will be a tech tree of sorts and you can choose to avoid that path and still beat the game.

Let me know of your favorite fetish/fantasy and I’ll see if I can put it in the game for you!

Here’s my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes If you want to see the full list of fetishes, it’ll be on that page.

EX-SEX PT. 2: OUR GREATEST HITS [MF] [oral] [anal] [squirt] [mast] [facial] [swallow]

“I miss the taste of your cum,” she said. “Come over.”

I looked at the text. Was this a mistake? Fucking my ex? On the other hand, I did miss her thick body, her curves, her large breasts and incredible ass. Her thick thighs, small waist. I missed her bush and wondered if she’d kept it, even after we broke up, or if she reverted back to waxing.

Surely, she’d been sleeping around. We’d been broken up long enough.

“Right now?” I texted back. I could feel my cock getting hard.

“Right now,” she responded instantly.

I grabbed my stuff, including my condoms, and hurried out of my apartment. I drove into our old neighborhood, parked on the old street where I’d parked for so many years and looked up to the apartment. By this point, my mind was racing. How would she look? Had she made any chances to her appearance? Haircut? Change of hair color? Any new tattoos? I looked up to her apartment. The bedroom light was on. I took a deep breath and opened the front door to her building and punched in the security code. The door buzzed and I entered.

[third person pov] questions

Does he know how badly she wants him? That she walks around in soaked, creamy panties all day? That her nipples stay hard for hours? That her lips are painfully swollen? How receptive her pussy is, and responsive her clit?

Does he know that she imagines the strength of his fingers as he slides them across her belly and into her waistband? The roughness of his beard sliding across the skin on the inside of her thighs? The warmth of his hips against her legs as he buries himself deep inside her?

Does he know that she’d squeeze his hips as she straddles and rides him? That she’d scream? That she’d laugh when it got really good? Would he like it? Lust for it?

Would it make him moan? Slip his hand into his jeans? Cum?

Young new guy in town (MF) (milf) (romantic)

Jenny started noticing him a few weeks into the season. He met her eye contact a week later. At first, Jenny thought maybe he was the college son of one of the wealthy ranch families, the ones that descended to Montana with their Wall Street money and priced out the rest of us who’ve been here for a hundred years. They always seemed to send their teenagers for the summer, you know, to have an “authentic” cowboy experience.  
He had a young face. He sat straight and stoically, dark neat hair and a short beard. He always wore jeans and a simple black T-shirt.
He arrived at the diner always at 7am, and he always sat in Brenda’s section.  The day of their first conversation was a pretty slow Tuesday. After he paid for his black coffee and bacon and left, Jenny went about her business of organizing the diner’s display of pies in the glass cabinet.
She reached deep into the cabinet and had to bend down awkwardly to not mess up the pies in the back.
She heard the door chime again and thought “Good, I hope this customer orders something more than coffee.”
“Excuse me ma’am?” It was the bearded college dude. Jenny didn’t expect his deep voice.

Cum Shot

Are you online now? He knows I am but yet he likes to ask me every single time. The next question, “What are you wearing?” as I hear his lips soften with wetness to get the question out. “You know what I am wearing baby”, I would say softly.

Some months ago he brought me a black silk skirt with a high slit and lace bra. My nipples pierce the fabric as if they know its time to get sucked. Now he is asking, “where are you?” I am slow to turn on my cam but he knows that I am coming just for him. As I reveal myself he instantly says, “Wow amazing!” as he begins to remove his shirt. “Baby, I want to know how wet you are”,  I always hesitate before I show him, which is part of our little game.

Sarah is [M]y Tinderella [Part 4: Ra[f]elina]

So this just happened Monday night. I don’t really know how else to explain how it began, so here’s a link to the conversation between me and Sarah that kicked it all off.

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(By the way, ** to skip to sex.)

Yeah. So right after that happened, I called her to ask what exactly she meant by that. To put a long story short, she said that she’s never really been the jealous type. Plus, since we’re not exactly serious, it’s not a big deal. So of course I asked her if she had been with anyone else since we’d gotten together, and she said no. Then she asked the same of me, and I said no too, which is the truth.

There was kind of an awkward pause after that. Then Sarah said that the reason she broke up with her ex in the first place was because he cheated on her. But if he had wanted to open things up a little bit, he should have just asked her and she’d have been fine with it. But since he cheated, he broke her trust and so there was no point in staying together.

The Basement Part 2 NSFW (FM)

Still physically shaking from orgasm you just had you attempt to exit the room. Your legs start to fail you, but he appears in time to catch you. He lifts you up and carries you up the basement stairs, up to the second floor, and into your room. Laying you on the bed he kisses your head more. Slowly you slip away and fall asleep. Hours pass, and you wake up looking for him. Your plan was to jump him and take your seconds, but he was gone.

Your hands grip the bed as you scan the room. You recount the rules, and slowly you start to rub your pussy. The feeling of your hand on your pussy is good, but is nothing compared to the toys he had downstairs. So you slowly get up and head for the basement.

You sneak through the dark hallway. Each step is done on your tipy toes. Without a sound you glide down the stairs, and into the basement. You stumble around the bitch black basement until you fall into the light switch

The Basement part 1 NSFW (FM)

The car door closes as you head up your driveway. The distinctive sound of your heels tapping the wood patio rings through the air. After a long day of work you finally get home inside. Without hesitation you kick off your shoes, but you are slowed by the discovery of a table with a plate covered by a metal lid. Your feet touch the cold tile floor as you make your way to the plate. With glee you lift the lid finding a note. The note you to report to the basement naked.

  Curious and excited you quickly take off your blouse and pants. You all but skip as you head to the entrance. You open the door after you regain your composure. Then you head down the basement stairs. The only thought in your mind being “This has been his secrete project for months. What could it be?” As you reach the bottom of the stairs a light turns on. At the center of the light there is a plate and various objects.