NSFW story — Page 9691 of 11466 — collection of stories you shouldn't read at work

Paradise – Part One [MMF][Mdom][Cumplay][Anal] [Cuck][Bi][Long]

This is a fictional story and I hope you like it. If you’re interested in Will and Sam’s saga, I can put together more chapters. Please respond with feedback or suggestions.

(Apologies for any grammar errors, it’s hard to find a proofreader for filthy writing).

Will [M] and Samantha “Sam” [F] were two kids in their early twenties, fresh out of college. They were married and lived together in a small town, where Will worked as a insurance agent and Sam managed a local salon. They had met their freshmen year in college, and had been together ever-since. Will was a handsome, all-American type. Sam was the perfection reflection, a type-A former volleyball player whose stayed fit, but had a few curves in the right places. Read more »

Hot August Night [MF]

My diary hit an abrupt end just then. My diary didn’t reveal the full extent of the night’s festivities.

It turns out the boys didn’t listen and I learnt that quickly. I hadn’t listened either. The children were with Bruce for one of the few times I required him while on the road. Yes, of course, I had Bruce when I was on stage, but I quickly snatched my precious trio back. This was one of the few times we had let loose.

Suddenly it was two in the morning and I was sure everyone has retired for the night. There was Frank, Seth and myself. We all decided to crash into the Sandoval accommodations. I kept Frank about my children – damn guilt. I fell through the door, and onto the sofa. I was wedged in the middle, with Frank to my left and Seth to my right. Seth’s wine glass, half full was sitting precariously near the edge of the table, looking as if at a moment’s notice it would fly off the surface and splash all over my pristine carpet. Frank lifted himself out of the distorted sofa and made the first move. I was struck by a moment of clarity. Shit, what if Frank dares mention our conversation of two years ago. I would be mortified. Read more »

[MF] Voyeur [Memory][Bondage][House Party][unfinished]

I sipped my drink as I looked around the room. My date was late to the party and I was alone amongst strangers. The house was warm and festive and people helped themselves to pizza and dips while chatting. The host had just bought me a cup of tea and I sat in the corner and quietly waited. This party was just a normal Saturday night for them, but all new to me. It was not a normal party, but a play party, with the curtains closed to the outside world, and a space cleared in the middle of the living room and in the rooms upstairs.

Two people were busy now in front of me, one almost naked and the other removing clothes as they get hot with the effort of winding rope around her and up to the loops in the ceiling beam. She giggled and hopped from foot to foot as the rope tightened and pulled her onto tiptoes. He moved in to kiss her and push her back, off balance and swinging, feet up and flying so slowly to horizontal. She threw her head back and let her curls drift down as she relaxed into an invisible mid-air mattress. All around, party-goers continued to chat, murmuring of other stories, negotiations. I am unnoticed, quiet in the corner, and my focus is on them. He tests the ropes again, sliding his hand over her body casually, firmly, from knot to knot. Read more »

he [f]inally slaps [m]y pussy again.

It’s been years since he made me squirt and cum all over myself for hours tied to my kitchen chair. Blindfolded, bound, hot wax dripping down my tits. Blacking out for hours of pleasure, under his control – his light caress on my clit, sharp slaps of my ass and pussy, bites on my nipple.

In the years since, we have both had partners and significant others. But despite that, cannot seem to break the undeniable connection between us. The memories of control and submission are too vivid to move past. We talk about doing it again, but someone always loses their nerve. Usually it was me, scared of being vulnerable and needing his touch as badly as I did before.

For some reason on this day, when we were supposed to be meeting for lunch, I felt it clear as day. I needed it. I wanted him and I didn’t care. He casually mentioned it as an option but I shot him down. I didn’t want him to think it was a given – in case I lost my nerve again. But I knew I wouldn’t. As I got dressed when he was on his way, I slipped on a black lace bikini and see through black lace bra under my jeans and low cut tank top. Already wet at the thought of his reaction to them, knowing hours before I knew it was a foregone conclusion. Read more »

[mm] Gay sex fantasy involving a celebrity

I’m visiting Florida, USA. I am from Europe and this is my first time in America. I’m on this trip alone. One night I cannot sleep and decide to go to the beach early in the morning. I’m sitting on the empty beach thinking about my life and looking at the sea. There are people somewhere far from me and I don’t see them. Suddenly a man some 50 feet away grabs my attention. A tall very well-built man. He’s wearing a tight black T-shirt and I can see he has very-well developed muscles. He could be a bodybuilder. His arms are massive. I try not to stare too long at him. After a couple minutes I suddenly hear a girl asking someone to take a selfie. She’s talking to the man. The sound of the waves and wind prevents me from hearing what they speak. But suddenly I notice a deep strong voice. A voice so manly and heroic. It’s him. It’s that big man with a black T-shirt. The girl walks away. I look at his face for the first time and I can’t believe my eyes. Is it [John Cena](https://i.imgur.com/5gyijKw.jpg)? It has to be him. But how can he be alone on the same beach so close to me? No, it must be a very similar guy. But I’ve seen his photos so many times. So many times I was getting hard seeing his shirtless body on the Internet, watching him on WWE and hearing that masculine voice. I could recognize that body from millions of people. I’m sure it’s him. I can’t take my eyes off him. He turns his head and sees me. Time is frozen. I lose control and my mind tries to tell my eyes to stop looking but it’s impossible. Read more »

The Beauty Of Not Breathing..

I will never forget him…! Have you ever had such great pussy or dick you find yourself very emotional when you couldn’t have it exactly when you’re hurting for them? I mean just to get that Rush.. you know?

I’m a 27 yr old mixed woman… Very intelligent and straight forward with everything I do. Military family raised, so d*mn near all my daily paths and future has been set for me soon as I wake…This does not sit very well for me. Knowing this raw hunger ..I tend to have when a strong bodied man is within my view. HA How do I feed this feeling? Or continue to wait quietly an breathe..? I never understood this type of passion. I just want to feed it and glide through this game called, “Life”. So, Let me tell my mind blowing secret!.

I tell my best friend one day what exactly I wanted at that time. I express that I was bored.. and restless. All while working at a bar and all type of shifts at this time. There’s this tingle I get when that dusking night air brush my nipples an neck on those patios. I was on my way out the door, and thinking where to play next? I felt my nipples shrink and scream for attention suddenly. I remember this.. loud throbbing sensation, and wetness so instantaneous I swore to myself it Must be noticeable through my skin tight leggings! Read more »

Rukia – The Captain [Mf]

The origin story: https://redd.it/88cncy

Rukia – Captain

Rukia wanders into the back room of the small shop as if she belongs there, trailing her fingertips over various boxes as she makes her way toward the back wall. A smile spreads across her face as the door opens oh so quietly behind her, and then closes. The curvy redhead makes no move to let it be known that she hears his entrance. They both know what this is, both know the other is aware. Still, she will never let that ruin the charade. This is how the captain likes it, and she is here to play his game.

Her flaming curls dance over her back as she tilts her head a bit, as if interested in some box slightly above her. Her left hand moves to smooth down the back of her mini skirt, her right still trailing across the top of a box. The man uses this moment to grab her left hand, press it up into her back and shove her against the wall that stood a few feet in front of her. She thuds against it with a gasp and a weak little cry as his body presses fully against her, pinning her roughly. Read more »

The window in question(mf)

“I have always wondered about that window.” Alex said putting down her drink
“What do you mean?” George responded putting his e-cig to his lips. This specific taste was called midnight snack. The smell of fruit dipped in milk filled the patio with each exhale.
“Well, that is the window to my bedroom” she points up to the second floor window of the building across the street. “When my lights are on, how much do people see in the shadows?”
Greg takes a while to look up at the specific window. With another inhale of his e-cig, he looks over with a slight grin on his face.
“Well, have you ever tested it out?” he responds turning to look in Alex’s eyes. “I mean wouldn’t you want to know?” Alex takes a moment to think about it, looking back and forth between the window and George .
“Well I wouldn’t know what to do? Any suggestions?” she finally answers.
“We could run up, turn on the lights, and put a plant on the bed, come back and see if we see something.” George let the end of that slowly become quieter, hinting that there might be another idea brewing in his mind. “Or we can call Courtney to meet us here in half an hour…. Actually lets give her a call” Read more »

The Affair With My Wife’s Best Friend [MF] [cheating]

I met my wife just after college when we were set up on a date through mutual friends, and as soon as I saw my then future wife, I knew that I needed to lock it down quick because she was a knockout who was way out of my league. My wife (Andrea) is tall with naturally curly dark hair, bright blue eyes, and natural tan that anyone would kill for. She has a smile that will literally light up a room—straight, white teeth and dimples. And her figure was incredible. It’s a perfect slim hourglass figure that blew me away the first time I saw her. She is quite possibly a goddess, which begs the question: how could I ever cheat on someone so perfect?

The answer is for no good fucking reason. Literally. Andrea and I have had a great marriage. We absolutely love each other. Best of all, we still had great sex. But like most couples equally committed to their careers, over time, that great sex became less frequent and more occasional. At the time of this, we were only having sex about once a month. Maybe twice if we found the extra time and energy. Andrea is in a surgical residency, and I was working in a small law firm at the time, so you can imagine that our availability was slim to none. But we made it work, and probably could have continued making it work had it not been for one little distraction. Read more »