[FM] My Time as a Whore in Japan, Pt. 1

Hey! I’m Kate, a long-time lurker and reader. I’ve recently been getting into writing some erotica and I’ve wanted to pen this little series down. It’s kind of an exercise in making my writing better and kind of just reliving a very bizzare, very hot, part of my life.

A little disclaimer – this part of my life happened a couple of years ago. I remember it fairly vividly, but obviously my memory isn’t perfect. I’m going to try to keep this as close to the truth as possible, but obviously there are parts that I’m sort of “filling in” to keep this a cohesive story and not just like “And then this happened, and then this happened.”

A couple years ago, I spent a year going to school in Japan. It’s something I had meant to do for a long time. I’m half Japanese, and I visited my Japanese side’s family in Japan pretty often growing up, so I feel a real closeness there. I went to a Japanese fortification school through high school, and I really wanted to, at some point in my life, live in Japan. I got to do that in my senior year of undergrad when I was approved by my school to essentially attend a university in Japan.

Futa Orcess and her Submissive GF [fantasy, Fdom/Fsub, hum]

On the other side of the city a different scene unfolded as Ayisha walked home, her cover robe billowing out around her scantily dressed body with slumped shoulders. She pushed the door of Nyssa’s home open and just barely contained a little sniffle, shoulders shaking a bit.

Nyssa may not have been an elf, but her own ears heard the entry and the little sniffle. “Ayisha?” She called out, her voice much deeper than an elves but feminine for an orc. She put down the bit of leather work she had been threading at her work table to get up and peek into the entry of her little home. Yellow eyes narrowed a bit and she stepped towards the curvy blond. “What happened?” She asked.

That was all it took for the petite female to loose a few tears and sniffle a bit louder, trying her hardest to keep her elflven composure. “The bath master yelled at me again…” she answered with a trembling voice.

Nyssa sighed and scooped the smaller woman up and carried her to the large couch that had been built just for the large orcess. “You know he’s only so hard on you because you are so good…” she cooed, holding her little lover to her firm breast.

Natalie Vs. Faith

Natalie was heading home when she decided to take the L train home. It was the train that most people knew about but didn’t talk about. As she waited on the platform it seemed others were slightly suspicious as to whether this was the L train as well.

Many glanced at each other just to make sure this was actually happening. They were all female presenting it looks like and to Natalie’s comfort today there were a lot more brown bodies in the audience.

Who would she possibly be matched with?

The train came to a screeching halt as they all walked forward. They walked around and found seats. Natalie went down to the lower deck to enter into the contest. She had only done this a couple times and had lost both times.

The thing is, she loved what she got as a loser. She couldn’t tell them that but they were happy to let her join since someone needed to take the punishment. Natalie filled out the form and paid the fee. She found her seat as the train sped across town.

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Coming Home [MF] [Romance]

“Damn, it’s good to be home,” said a restless, but relieved Brian Porter.

The decorated marine, having achieved the rank of Staff Sergeant and served multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, stood in the driveway of the modest suburban townhome he shared with his wife, Wanda. At just a few minutes past midnight, it was more than just a return home after another long tour overseas. It was the end of a journey that began ten years ago.

“Ten years,” Brian mused, “has it really been that long?”

That was a trick question, the kind that would’ve pissed off his old drill sergeant back in boot camp. It really had been that long. He vividly recalled the day he graduated high school and enlisted in the marines less than an hour after receiving his diploma. With his father, grandfather, older brother, and uncle having served, Brian knew back in middle school that he was going to serve as well.

He just had no idea how far it would take him. It started as a three-year commitment. Then, it became five years after he got deployed. Two more years followed, complete with tours, injuries, and multiple missed holidays. Somehow, within that span, he managed to meet his future wife at a Marine Corp Ball of all places. They’d married three years ago, but had to cut their honeymoon short due to another deployment.

Fucking in a Field [MF]

My girlfriend [21F] and I [22M] went off on our own family vacations for a couple of weeks but we promised to keep in touch throughout. We are both quite sexual and it ended up that almost every night we would swap Snaps of ourselves with very little clothes on or completely naked. Between sharing small hotel rooms with family and a tight travel itinerary, it was almost impossible to get any time for release. She would also tease me by saying that I needed to save all that cum for her.

A little bit about us: I’m 5’10 and about 160 lbs with a fairly muscular frame attributed to a couple of years of an intense, albeit infrequent workout regime during my studies. My cock is on the mid-higher end of average, but I’ve never received any complaints. My girlfriend is a pretty blonde with green eyes standing at 5’4 with a great pair of 34DD and perky nipples. My favorite is her tight, handful of an ass which I can’t seem to get enough of. I’ll call her Emma for the purpose of the story. We are both living at home with our parents for the summer.

The Continued Perks of Being a Nanny (2) [MF] [cheating]

I want to clear a few things up before I continue chatting with you guys about what was probably the most influential sexual experience of my life thus far. I flirted with Mr. Pierce for almost a year and a half before I slept with him the first time. Part 2 contains some of those details that I left out of part 1. As for the odd hours Mr. Pierce kept, He worked in international business (imports/exports I think), so it wasn’t uncommon for him to be dressed for video conference at any given time. And lastly, for those of you that asked, according to my mother, who worked for Mrs. Pierce (that’s how I started babysitting for them), Mr. and Mrs. Pierce got a divorce in 2016. Mrs. Pierce was remarried inside of 6 months, and my mother believes that she had been having an affair [too].

2199 – Preparing For Orientation (Pt. 5) [MF][Exhibitionism][Softcore/Teasing]

The following is part of an elaborate story series that will explore a vast number of themes in kink. The themes explored in each chapter are highlighted beforehand so you can make your own decision if you would like to continue reading. All characters depicted are fictional and over 18 years of age.

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Themes in this Chapter: Exhibitionism, Nudity, Shaving, Softcore/Teasing

** Prelude from Pt. 1:

One of the most prestigious courting schools in the galaxy is the Bernulhi Academy. As such it is also one of the most selective. To gain admittance, candidates are expected to complete and send in a portfolio describing each of their physical and mental attributes in great detail. The portfolio must be accompanied by an audition tape specially made for the application; a 30-minute video where the candidate must masturbate in front of the camera. During the audition the candidate is not allowed to interact with any other human partner, but aside from that is permitted to use any material, toy or lubricant to pleasure themselves. They are also allowed to be nude, partially clothed or even fully clothed during the act. Orgasm is also not necessary, but self-gratification must be evident in order to achieve a high score i.e. faking it may not grant you very good marks.

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The first time we took bdsm to the next level [MF]

I’d been with my girl off and on my whole life. We grew apart through a lot of our 20s as we lived in different parts of the country. A twist of fate would bring us back together as our 20s closed out and we would spend the next half a decade together until she passed of cancer. Her naughty side would appreciate anonymously telling this story.

Trapped at the Rock Gym [mf]

Trapped at the Rock Gym

(disclaimer: this is a FANTASY which involves depictions of people doing things in a manner that might not be acceptable in real life)

Marcie’s car was accumulating so many problems that she wasn’t even sure it would make it to the gym. But that wouldn’t matter soon. Marcie had in her possession a ticket that said “Thirty Gyms in Thirty Days” and 29 of the gyms were crossed out. The prize for completing this ticket was a lifetime membership to one of the gyms and, more importantly, a cash prize of $1000.

Marcie hadn’t actually completed all of the climbs herself. In fact more than half of them had be done by better climbers in exchange for favors…but there was no way anyone at this gym could possibly know that. As long as she could make it up the final route, that prize was hers! And she would stay there all fucking night, no matter how exhausted she felt or how raw her skin got, in order to make that happen.

Who says video games aren’t sexy? (longish) [MFF]

Set the wayback machine for 2009, the middle of summer in the San Francisco Bay Area. I was playing host to a pair of friends who’d moved out of the state the previous year, and were back in town for a very popular anime/fan convention. The con didn’t start for two days, which was fine because their costumes hadn’t arrived (they’d shipped them separately, since bringing them on the plane would have been a hassle and a half). Bringing them back to the house from SFO, we caught up on what they’d been up to – one of them, we’ll call K, had moved to Seattle and was considering moving back to San Jose after her job had fizzled out abruptly, because the tech industry is unforgiving and fickle. The other, we’ll call S, was happily enjoying the life of a Grad Student in Oregon, and couldn’t stop talking about how much she missed In N’ Out burgers, which of course meant a stop at the location near my house. While we were there, I mentioned that the house I was renting had a pool, finally (it had been out of commission for a long time thanks to a lazy landlord), so we wouldn’t need to crash any friends rooms at the convention hotels for a pool, and wouldn’t need to worry about alcohol rules or closing times. K mentioned she hadn’t even brought a suit, to which S replied she didn’t need a suit because she had t-shirts and panties that would work. K argued they needed suits in case my crazy nosy neighbors decided to peek over the fence, because “wet t-shirts aren’t opaque enough.”