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Some things never change

It had been about a decade since we had seen each other. Having recently moved back to my hometown from out of state to raise my new family, I never expected to speak with her again. Selena and I had dated in college and life got in the way. She was Latina with all the typical features. She had darker skin, dark hair, dark eyes and being first generation American, always was unique as she was raised culturally very different to anyone I knew. I suppose that’s what drew me to her in the first place. I suppose that’s what drew me in again this time.

It was a nice evening out. Seemingly another work night in between holidays where I took the opportunity to grab some food and drink with some out of town era visiting during their break from work. As anyone I knew began to shuffle out I finished my drink and grabbed my coat and keys to make my exit. I literally bumped into her weaving my way through the flow of smokers coming and going by way of the door. She had changed her hair drastically and I didn’t even realize it was her as she was in my face. Read more »

Be Careful What You Wish For… (Part 3) [F]

When I woke up, I felt as if last night had never happened. It felt like a dream, with my eyes half closed, I went to roll over and touch my wet pussy but found I couldn’t move much. I opened my eyes, confused and a bit scared. Soft red silk ties wrapped around my wrists and ankles and fastened tightly to the bed posts. Tom must have tied me up after I fell asleep. I’m usually a light sleeper, but I was exhausted from the last night’s activities. That or they had slipped me something; I had so many questions.

I may not have known what was going on around me, and as they said part of me had craved this, but I knew I needed to get out of here before things continued. They were probably going to sell me to the highest bidder.

I started craning my neck, squirming to see if I could possibly undo the ties around me. My best bet would be to use my teeth, but the knots looked complex. I inched as close as I could towards my right wrist, opening my mouth wide and trying to reach the knot. It seemed out of reach and before I could try a new position, the door to the room swung open. Read more »

Paying it forward [MF]

I don’t know how long this will be but I know it will be poorly written. Lol bear with me.

I’d like to think my stance on virginity is realistic and easy to understand. For one、 I don’t believe it’s a tangible thing. The way most people see it、it’s a concept. A tool for control. Blah blah blah.

I believe virginity is simply lacking any experience in a specific thing. In this case sex. That lack of experience doesn’t affect your character or make you more or less holy than anyone else. Just means you haven’t had sex yet. It’s not some super spiritual life changing thing. Weighed against all of the (better) sex you will have it’s almost meaningless to obsess over it. You’ll rarely think about it. (Unless you’re writing about it like I did in one of my other stories.)

But that doesn’t mean your first experience should be rushed or treated in a completely casual/careless manner unless that’s what you want. A good first experience can lead you to believe sex is a good thing so long as consent and comfort exist. Read more »

The Red Lock Hostel – A Ghost Story, Part 2 [MMF]

[See comments for Part 1]

“Oh fuck, Eric. Looks like she regretted not joining us after all!” said the black-haired roommate, Bill, to the other. The blonde, Eric, chuckled and circled around my bunk to get a look at me from the side. It took me a moment to realize I could move again. I scrambled around and wrapped myself in my blanket, feeling insanely embarrassed and unsure of how to handle myself.

Eric sat down on my bed next to me and put his arm around me, “Hey now,” he said as the electric current poured from his fingers and traveled down by entire body. “There’s no need to be shy, little lass. It looks like you have some needs, and my friend Bill and I here…are happy to help.” He smiled genuinely as if to give some reassurance, but clearly his intentions were far from innocent.

My silence seemed to give me away, as a mischievous light flashed before Eric’s eyes and he slowly reached out for my neck with a large, strong hand. A heat wave crashed over me when he grabbed me, for he was actually solid and I could see the strength behind his actions. He pushed me slightly down onto the bed, and I complied. He started making out with my little neck and whispered in my ear, “Yes?” Read more »

A dare for my husband [FM]

I’ve been talking about the dares my husband had for me, but apparently people wanted to hear about the ones I had back for him. After my dress ripping, I had some ideas to get back at him and sprung them on him last night.

We went back and forth talking a bit, he almost always chooses truth because he’s a wuss. But, if I start with, “Oooh, Truth or Daaaare?” And I say it the right way, he’ll realize there is something there and choose dare.

“I’m going to dress you up the way I want, and you’re going to go to that sex shop down the street and ask in detail for the best strap on.”

He looked worried for a minute, but then resolute, “Okay, fair.”

We went upstairs and I laid out a pair of sheer thigh highs that probably won’t fit him, see through black lace panties, my first sexy bra I ever bought which was way too small for me now, but I kept for sentimental reasons, and my black choker. There’s no way my heels would fit him, so he’d have to wear his nice work shoes. Read more »

The Red Lock Hostel Part 1 [Str8, Ghost, fantasy, reluc, mast, anal]

The Red Lock Hostel just opened the weekend I came to Tucson. It’s located pretty out of the way from the main part of town, but still accessible by bus. The hostel took my breath away when I approached and saw it was a recently restored two-story Victorian mansion with a tower. Once checked-in, the Host put on a cheesy grin and informed me that the hostel was haunted and to please stay clear of the door to the tower, which I would recognize from the red lock fastened to it. As a mischievous grin spread across his pale face, he slipped me a piece of paper with his phone number on it and said, “Don’t hesitate to call if you need…assistance.” His eyes drifted downward, following my shape.

I blushed compulsively and felt blood rush to certain parts of my body in a way that was only natural. The primal reaction quickly returned to sensibility; I was of half a mind to take my business elsewhere, but I merely glowered and made a note to crucify the Host in my online review of the hostel. Read more »

My boy[f]riend just wrote this and I don’t think I’ve ever been more wet ??

Just another weekend in Vegas:

I date the most undoubtedly sexy female. She’s got 34 C’s, an ass that eats a thong, and a perfect Greek face that you can bring home to mom but knows how to use it.

We went on our first Vegas trip a couple years ago after dating for about a year. It was our first trip away with each other and we couldn’t be happier. There’s a cliche saying regarding Vegas “What happens there, stays there”. We hadn’t really talked about doing much outta the ordinary. But every time we did, we were drunk.

The first night we checked in the captain n cokes were being downed like h20 after a marathon, so it wasn’t really long before we got to talking a little freaky.

I personally love making girls squirt. Some people think it’s gross, some it’s a turn on… I’m the latter. There was a period when I was single it was an automatic: I’d be rock hard hearing how it’d never happened before and how good it felt. So naturally, when I just couldn’t get my girlfriend to do it I had been upset. That was first on our list, she wanted to squirt. We talked about anal, her wearing her thongkini to the pool (were usually around friends, family so it’s not the most appropriate thing normal), nothing crazy. Read more »

Old Friends- Pt 9: Obeying and Obliging [Mmf], [masochism], [dubious consent], [age difference], [Role playing],[emasculated], [Father-figure dominant]

I dreamed of the last “sharing” experience I’d had with Alex. He wanted to try something different, something a bit more out there than we were used to. He didn’t tell me how it was different until well after we’d arrived at our host’s house. An older man opened the door and ushered us into the house, eyeing me like a piece of steak the entire time.

The house was quite large and ornate, a show of wealth in the tackiest of fashions. There was a charity dinner, followed by an auction and it was the auction that was Alex’s idea of ‘spicing things up.’ The auction consisted of various partners, I’d wager the submissive ones of the couple, being offered up to the highest bidder. It was utterly tone-deaf and I imagine if word got out quite a few of the attending parties would lose high profile jobs. I still participated, because Alex asked me to and I trusted him.

Oddly enough, the charity they were raising funds for was to benefit ending human trafficking around the world. It made the auction seem that much more tacky. I was purchased by the host of the party, and one of the requirements of my participation was Alex staying with me and watching. Read more »

Old Friends- Pt 8: A Much Needed Rest [No Sex]

As willing as Phil was to go another round, his semi-erect cock begged for rest. We cleaned up, again, then I led him out into the main room of our hotel suite. It was a rather nice place.

I smirked as he tried to slip his hand under my towel and between my legs again. I grabbed his thumb and wagged my finger at him.

“Jesus, Phil, the mind may be willing, but it already hurts to walk, are you not hurting?”

He looked down and shrugged, “I’ll heal in a few days…after you’re gone.”

I laughed, “You have got to slow down. I know it’s a one time thing, but that doesn’t mean we should push ourselves to the point of not enjoying it anymore. I want to know…is this just about fucking cause you haven’t had any in a while or…”

He interrupted me, a scowl on his face, “I’ve gone longer. If I just wanted sex I could go pick someone up…”

He sat on the couch and I straddled him, but I made sure our towel barriers remained, “So what was this then? Did you ask my husband if you could fuck me?” Read more »

Old Friends-Pt 7: Comfort Zones [MF], [Anal], [Toys], [Cheating]

Bella had barely closed the door when Alex began to kiss the back of her neck, pushing her shirt aside slightly to kiss along her shoulder which he knew was an exceptionally sensitive area for her.

She moaned and brought her hand up, grasping his hair. Her breasts were bigger than Jessica’s, her hips a bit wider, and Bella was a few inches taller than Jess, but she was still a head shorter than Alex.

He lifted her top over her head. His fingers lingered on her skin and he smiled as he turned her to face him. His lips pressed to hers and she couldn’t help but smile as they swayed gently with one another.

There was no sense of urgency, it was a dance they’d done dozens, if not hundreds, of times in random hotels across the country. The first time had been out of anger with the attention Phil and Jess gave one another, the obvious care and concern the long-term friends held for each other pushed a sense of insecurity onto each of their spouses. That first night they were together was a rough and angry fucking, followed with remorse and shame the next morning. Read more »