My first attempt. 100% true (the dialogue isn’t always word for word, I’m not rainman) and I have plenty of stories like this, so if theres demand, I’ll be happy to share more of my experiences with everyone. IAlso stats if anyone cares, 6’5” broad shouldered Viking blood type frat dude. I do also do most of my writing for standup, but girls have always told me my dirty talk was exceptional, and I lurk here allot, so here it goes. I’m not really a photographer or videographer but again if theres demand, maybe I could start doing that, though writing will always be my preferred medium. Please forgive typos.
I Wrote My 1st Porn Scene – Would You Watch? [Group]
The Cuban Sandwich
Miami Beach, FL – 1987 – DAY ENRIQUE FIESTA, 20s, brash, reclines on a blanket. The rich woodsy skin exposed by the limited fabric of his turquoise speedo glistens under the hot Florida sun. Enrique’s eyes peek out from behind his sun glasses.
Enrique: Mamacita, caliente!
Cut To: TRISH LABUFF jogs down the beach, attracting the attention of many eyes. Trish, 20s, stands out for her full lips, ample chest, and strikingly blond Nordic features.
Cut To: Enrique sits up on his blanket captivated. PAULO SAN PAULO plops down next to him on the blanket with two sodas. Paulo, 20s, nerdy, his board shorts covering too much to titillate but just enough to make the mind wander.
Paulo: (Offering a sip of his soda) Soft drink?
Enrique: No, I’m looking for something else to drink, if you catch my drift.
Trish (O.S.) I could use a drink. It’s hot…
The two men stare at Trish above them. She grabs the bottle and wraps her lips around it.
Trish: Aghhhhh….
Enrique stands up. Faces Trish.
Enrique: (winking) I saw you running, was going to say hello, if you know what I mean.
[F] More like gonemild. Let a coworker indulge his fetish. What’re some ways I can keep teasing him?
Long story short, I share an office with a coworker who I’ve known for almost a year now. We’ve been low key flirting on and off, but strictly professional relationship. We dress on the more formal side, and I tend to wear heels almost daily at the office. It’s not hard to notice that he peeks over and checks out my heels often. Recently we had a late Friday night after-work office party, alcohol involved, to celebrate a big milestone at our company.
We carpooled an Uber home with others but at the end it was just us 2. I was feeling the alcohol but I’m good at keeping my wits… not this night I guess. We had been flirting most of the night, and I surprised him during the drive by telling him I know that he glances at my heels, and if he liked my shoes?
He admitted he has a thing for feet, heels and hosiery. It REALLY caught me off guard, how he blurted it out in front of the driver. We have a very good working relationship and it was the first time we ever spoke about anything sex related at all.
A Story From Work [M/F]
“I’ve been ordered to show you something,” she said.
I had no idea what that meant, and to be honest I wasn’t completely paying attention anyway. I was sweeping up, and clearing my last couple of tables after a long shift. I was tired. But I was happy with the money I’d made that night, and I had some plans for after work, so all in all I was in a pretty good mood.
And actually, I was pretty much always in a good mood when I worked with Kristen. She was my work crush, for sure. First of all, she was beautiful. I’d noticed her the very first second I walked in on my first day. She had just that kind of striking beauty. And, even better, she was super friendly. It turned out she went to the same school as me. She would be finishing up a Master’s in psych next next year, whereas I had just finished up my business degree, and was figuring out my next move. She loved to talk. She was always asking me questions, about school, about my life, just to pass the time I guess, when we were slow.
[F] Incompatible — short story/drabble.
My first post; constructive criticism is welcome. Names have been changed.
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Familiar sounds and scents are all Lia has as she kneels before her husband’s favorite chair in their bedroom: the soft whirr of the air conditioning that moves coolish air over her bare skin; the scent of the almond body creme she painstakingly used as she readied herself for her husband; the soft, comforting noises of the home they’d made together for the past eight years. Familiar sensations to comfort her in the face of another: uncertainty. Always the uncertainty, coiled in her gut, making it hard to keep still, making her press her palms to her thighs and count her breaths when she hears the alarm disengaging down the hallway. Her heartbeat quickens, though not for the reason she would like. Adrenaline skitters up her middle, puckers her nipples, straightens her spine. *Good Evening, Si*r, she practices in her head. And tries not to feel aroused, just thinking it. *Hi, Baby.* No, too casual. Steps down the hall, her name being called. Her husband is home. She flexes her hands on her thighs, wonders what she must look like. Likes the thought, smiles in the darkness.
[MF] Strangers on a Commuter Train Part I [BBW, Voy]
I had just started the job a month ago. The pay was good and I was finally able to start settling down in my life as a single girl in the big city. Of course, nobody actually lived in the city itself. Rent was astronomical in the city. I lived in the suburbs and commuted in. For the first month of the job i tried driving in but the expenses of parking and the stress of traffic was too much. I would have to start taking the dreaded commuter rail. It was cheaper and more reliable but I was not looking forward into being crammed into a train car every morning.
I was young in my early 20s but grad school and life in general had brought me to the point where i could accurately be described as a big girl. My hips and ass had proportions that made me the subject of ridicule and unwanted positive and negative attention wherever i went. The prospect of trying to squeeze through a crush of commuters every day was not ideal. But what was a girl to do.
[F] Saw my roommate’s bf jerking to my pics
No throwaway because I’m too lazy
Short story that just happened this morning. I just moved in two months ago with a new roommate. Her bf doesn’t technically live with us, but is over all the time. He has always been super nice to me and always wants to learn Korean from me (I’m Korean as you can guess), saying he has always wanted to go to Asia.
I usually leave for work at 6am, except today I had the day off. My roommate leaves just after me and her bf usually goes back to bed after we eat breakfast. Fast forward to this morning. I guess he didn’t know I didn’t have to leave for work because a few hours ago, I heard him moaning and grunting. I silently walked over and peeked into their room and saw my facebook open on his laptop. He had his dick out, stroking it to my pics. Shocked, I ran back into my room still processing everything. Then I heard him say, “Yeah, take it [my name]” followed by a few more moans.
[MF] Made a girl learn something
There are many people out there that want to tell you what to do and what not to do in life. Some friends of mine even pay money to go to conferences where some guy who became rich tells them how to do it. Waste of money if you ask me. Life advice isn’t applicable to everyone and by no means is any one person more entitled to give it than another.
This is what I thought until I met Julie. A long story which has yet to be completed so hit me up with what I should try with her next. This is how we first met:
Me a twenty-year-old typical student was in the library like always as a psychology student. Julie (19) was sitting opposite of me at her laptop, with her big brown eyes concentratedly looking at her computer screen, typing while she was learning. She caught me staring at one point but my god how couldn’t I. Those beautiful eyes and her perfectly shaped eyebrows are captivating and my heartbeat raised quite a bit when she looked over to catch me staring.
[MF] Poor girl
Her: just too fucking hot. Begging to be controlled. Desperate to cum, to be fucked, to make a man cum. The kind of woman who could have any man, and who wanted to be a slut, but who lacked the courage, and needed men to order her and coach her through her late night walks to find and suck cocks.
I had her on her knees, gripping a pillow where a man’s hair would be if she was riding his face, grinding back and forth against light-touching fingers.
I edged her so bad that visiting family members checked on her three times, over the span of an hour, in the middle of the night.
By the end she was begging me, loudly and frantically, to send her out to suck a stranger’s cock. Right now.
I told her no. I also told her no cumming.
I’m not sure if my wifi died at that moment or if she hung up on me in frustration. Or to go find a loose dick to suck, since the bars were about to close …
Drunk [F]ucking [M]y Married Coworker
Just stopping by to tell a fun story about work from a few weeks ago.
TL;DR I hooked up and came inside of my 50-year-old, married, co-worker in the back of her family SUV.
A little about me: 30, 6’2”, 205, short black hair, strong hands.
So there’s this gal I work with, Tris (short for Tristan). We’ve been working together for about four years now. Tris isn’t my ideal type, but she she’s cute: pushing 50, 5’4”, 115, friendly, smart, quick-witted, blonde, straight hair to her shoulders. Tris isn’t curvy by any means, but she’s tight all around. She only a small B-cup, 32-26-28. But she’s got the energy and swagger about her. She doesn’t give a shit what you think about her or her work. She can be difficult to get along with sometimes but she always gets the job done and she does it well. Outside of work, she is married with two kids. Tris is normally very personal, every once in a while, showing pictures of her kids. But she’s not on any social media and there was a rumor going around that she was separated from her husband.