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I had to pass physics [FM]

One of my degree requirements was a physics credit, I knew it was going to be a struggle so I put it off for as long as I could. It didn’t take long into the course before I was lost, math is not my strong point, and college level physics is mostly math. There was a guy in the class I knew from other courses, I always thought he might have a little crush on me, so now was a good time to make friends. I made a point of talking to Stan after class, I confessed that I was in the woods, he jumped in right away, said if I had time for a cup of coffee he would see what my problem was.

Stan understood right away, “the math isn’t your problem, you’re not applying it correctly”, or something like that. He spent about an hour with me, it was a huge help, and he gave me his number in case I had any other questions. Stan was cute in a geeky way, but I had a BF who was in school 250 miles away. Read more »

[MF] knock knock

I travel a lot for business and sometimes get lucky, this is a story about one such time in Prague.

I had a long day of meetings and ended up travelling a lot by train that day, and didn’t get to my hotel until quite late. On the reception was a girl in her mid twenties with a short bob of raven hair (almost blue in the harsh foyet light). She wasn’t particularly stunning but she had that goth hottie thing going on, and had a brilliant full sleeve tattoo on her right arm.

As she was looking for my reservation we were having a bit of chit chat and when I complimented her on her tattoos and she visibly blushed and rolled her shirt sleeve up so I could have a better look. She kind of leaned over the desk sideways and I assumed she wanted me to touch her arm so I obliged, being super gentle and admiring how soft her skin was. The work on the tattoo was stunning, a kind of mandala floral pattern which was very very detailed and completely in black and red which looked really classy. I told her it was absolutely beautiful and she was beaming and blushing a lot. Read more »

A massage becomes more [FF] [Reluctant] [College]

Sarah was a freshman in college and really was struggling with being away from home for an extended amount of time. On top of that, her boyfriend of one year broke up with her through text just one week into the semester.

She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered why he didn’t like her. She thought her body was good, at 5’7 she had long legs and was in shape since she was on the cross country team. Not to mention she always kept her private area shaved and she had a perky set of B cup tits and long blonde hair.

While she wondered while she was single now, she heard her roommate begin to open the door to their dorm. *Shit, Mary’s home!* she thought to herself. She sniffed and wiped away a tear quickly and then hopped onto her bed, acting like nothing was wrong.

“Hey Sarah!” Mary called, smiling as she walked in. “What are you doing here by yourself on a Saturday night?”

“Just not feeling up to any parties right now,” Sarah replied as she rolled onto her stomach and pulled out her phone. “My boyfriend broke up with me and I just kinda wanna stay in.” She sighed and just began scrolling through her social medias. Read more »

CNC experience [MF]

Longtime lurker who does a lot of CNC in private life. I love taking women and having my way with them. Nothing turns me on more. I warn you, this isn’t for everyone.

After lurking so long, I’m going to share a recent experience. I usually do CNC with a girlfriend, but othertimes, and this is one of them, I do it with people I meet online. She and I lived in the same town in Texas right on the border. She had a fantasy she wanted to live out, and I was happy to give her it. After exchanging a some messages, we met in a coffee shop and made our plan. She told me what she liked and was into, which was a fantasy of being taken and raped in her home, tied up, and forced to orgasm repeatedly, choked, slapped, and verbally degraded. We agreed on boundaries, like no blood, urine, scat, fisting, or permanent marks. To make it realistic, we wouldn’t have a safeword, which meant she really had no control. This is the difference between roleplay or regular bondage, and living out a realistic rape fantasy. I know it’s not for everyone, but in my experience, makes it come alive. Lastly, I saw to my legal and physical protection. First, because a real rape fantasy doesn’t involve condoms, she showed me a recent STD test to prove she was clean, just like actresses in the porno industry. I have had a vasectomy, so no worries about getting her pregnant. Next, I had her sign ahead of time a couple legal documents consenting to what we discussed and our plan. I could see how excited and anxious she was as we went over this, and I was fucking hard. Read more »

My Classroom Submission Part 5 [MF][Femdom]

Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9cvxgo/my_classroom_submission_part_1_mfsolomasturbation/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9cvxgo/my_classroom_submission_part_1_mfsolomasturbation/)

Part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9d6taz/my_classroom_submission_part_2_mfhandjobfemdom/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9d6taz/my_classroom_submission_part_2_mfhandjobfemdom/)

Part 3:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9dued2/my_classroom_submission_part_3_mf_femdom/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9dued2/my_classroom_submission_part_3_mf_femdom/)

Part 4:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9edo7x/my_classroom_submission_part_4_mffemdom/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9edo7x/my_classroom_submission_part_4_mffemdom/)

It’s 7:17 am. I convinced my mom that I needed to get to school early to finish up some homework with a friend. I actually convinced Brigitte to meet me before school started. Maybe ‘convinced’ is the wrong word… more like begged her. We decided to meet in the bathroom in the science building. Usually people don’t have class there till later in the day, so hopefully, no one will notice us leaving the same bathroom together.

I get to the bathroom. I text Brigitte,

“I’m here.”

The door opens. Today Brigitte has a short red and black plaid skirt on. It’s shorter than the skirts she usually wears and hangs about 5 inches above her knees. I look up quickly to make sure that she has the necklace with the key on it. I see the silver chain, I follow it down to see that she has a loose black tank top on, and she isn’t wearing a bra. She is showing a bit of cleavage, what she can from B sized breasts, and I can see her nipples poking through her shirt. When she turns to lead me to a larger spot in the bathroom I can see most of her breast from the side. Read more »

Lucking into a threesome [MFF]

So this is the story of how I lucked into a threesome. As I said in my earlier posts I travel a lot for work and work abroad too for longer periods. So I worked in France and made friends with a colleague called Marcel. Which wasn’t easy as I didn’t speak a word of the language and only was chosen to fill-in for some else, who had had an accident. So normally whenever we could, we would go out for drinks. Sometimes with others, but mostly the two of us alone. Marcel was pretty charming and had the girls eating out of his palm.

So when we went to our our favorite bar, it was no real surprise, that when I returned from a trip to the bathroom, that two girls were sitting at our table. A blonde and a redhead, Selene and Amelie. So I joined the the three of them. We flirted, we drank, we joked and wasted the evening away. It seemed a pretty done deal that both of us would get lucky that night. Marcel’s place was closest. So we made our way back there. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch5. [Fm, reluctant, oral, spank, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 5

 

Near dusk, Mother found us wiping picture frames and polishing furniture. She studied our work in minute detail. “What’s left on the checklist?”

“I think we got it all, Ruth.” Words I never would have spoken to her.

She had pinned the list to the refrigerator, with a magnet. Studying it, she coughed. “Did you sand the crossbeams?”

“I don’t remember that on the list.” Andrew cocked his head.

Mother looked at me. “You didn’t tell him?”

“I was washing the rugs out back.”

“Excuses!” She told her grandson, “That’s part of the room scrubbing. The humidity weakens the surface of those two timbers. Even if you oil them, you have to sand them once a year and apply fresh oil.

“Sorry. I’ll get to it after supper.”

“You’ll have to move out half of the furniture again to avoid drips.” She shook her head. “I don’t blame you, Grandson.” Until then, she had called him, Andy. “I see I should have been more specific. I trusted your mother to remember something that important. I was wrong.” She sighed and looked at her daughter. “You look proper worn out today, Ingrid. You can’t be expected to remember everything. I’ll help you in the kitchen.” Read more »

Linda rubs one out secretly in class

***Linda and her rapid tapping foot secretly rubs one out in class.***

It’s my junior year in high school, and my testosterone has been boosting my erectile equipment for a few years now. Having had little success in the girl department I became adept at manually attending to every young male teen’s needs with furtive handjobs.

I’m a jerking fool – 2, 3, or more times a day. From getting a boner in the shower in the morning on school days and firing my load down the drain, to bushwacking boners caused by some innocent hot girl in class (where I beat off countless times in the boy’s can), to the evening where I usually rubbed one out to sleep with the company of a Hustler or Penthouse or illegal Euro skin book.

My older brother, a Marine, would lay on me spank material he’d acquired, either from Mexico where he’d visit Tiajuana (and come home with incredible fuck stories from the bars there), or other fuck mags he’d acquired from overseas guys. All sorts of scenarios were covered in those pages of dogeared and torn pulpers – sporting assorted stains of dubious origin… Read more »