The Nerd Strikes Back [fmmmmmmm] [straight] [voyeur] [fiction]

*Featuring bittybytebaby as Ruby Warner.*

 

It begins with a late transfer to the 11th grade class of Urstwyn High School.

“Please introduce yourself to us, Ms. Warner,” says Mrs. Prior.

The alt girl with pale skin, tattoos, blue hair, and dark blue eyes rises from her seat to address the class. “Hi. I’m Ruby. I’m originally from Dalton. I was attending Dalton High School before I transferred here.”

Before the girl can sit down, Mrs. Prior asks, “And how did you come to move to Urstwyn, Ruby?”

“My dad got a new job here after he was fired for blowing up the laboratory he used to work at. It was an accident but he was fired anyway. Two people died in the explosion.”

A murmur goes up from the class, but it dies down quickly when Ruby adds, “I’m more into computers than chemicals, which is what my father is into. He’s a chemist. I hope to be a web designer someday.”

That first day for Ruby goes by quickly and before the final bell rings, she has a boyfriend named Quentin from 12th (final) grade and has given him a blowjob in the library.

What is wrong with me?[FM]

I’ve struggled with the decision to write this. What we shared wasn’t **real**, or entirely transparent….but it was passionate, and it was raw, and I still think about you when I touch myself at night. It was an evening that melted into morning, actions etching into my memory that I cannot shake. I don’t know who to tell because they won’t get it as he’s marries, so, here I am.

I met a man online when I was 21. I am now a mere month shy of 25, and he is two months over 50. If you are wondering, I didn’t know his true age upon our first video chat.
*girl, you know what a 50 year old man looks like*
I get it, you may not believe me, but he was an incredibly active cyclist who I can best describe as looking VERY much like Liev Schrieber. Boy, do I like me some Liev.

Got a blowjob in a college studio [MF]

[18] I met this girl [19] through our English classes, however it was only when we were together in our college’s music studio that we got to know each other properly. She was a 5ft 3 ginger, beautiful face with an hourglass figure. I heard her sing whilst looking round the music building, and immediately asked her if she wanted to work on music together ( I’ve been producing music for 5ish years then). We then organised times around our lessons where we could meet in the studio to start working. The studio wasn’t exactly a conventional one. The main tinted window overlooked the huge music hall, and also had a side window looking into the corridor. There was a desk along both windows, where I would place my laptop.

[MF] I just had the wildest experience with an experienced submissive. Warning: kink, pee, anal, fisting

I just met her recently and we’ve only played a few times, the thing is that neither one of us is able to host in our own place. So after seeing her a few times I decided it would be worth it to shell out for a hotel so we could let loose.

For those who need descriptions: She’s in her mid 30’s, a little older than me. She’s relatively tall, with medium-long brown hair, ridiculously gorgeous eyes, a pretty face. She’s a mom, her tits are in great shape, medium sized with nice perky nipples. She does have a little gut. But her ass. Fuck. She has one of the greatest asses of all time. Big, round, smooth, perfect mix between firm and jiggly.

I’m a tall skinny white guy with an uncut cock slightly bigger than average.

Anyway, we get to the hotel in the middle of the day. She says she has to pee. I follow her into the bathroom and make her pee while I watch.

After that I decided to start things off with a shower. Remember, she’s a submissive. So I make her wash me, and she does an amazing job lathering me up from head to toe then rinsing me off. I taught her how to clean my uncut cock.

[M]y Sex With Another Ex – Shelley

Seeing as how my sex life has COMPLETLEY ground to a halt… I thought to dive into the ol’ Tickle Trunk and dredge up an old memory or two.

If nothing else, we’ll always have uh, then I suppose.

This one is about Shelley.

How to describe perfection? The perfection that affects you on the primal, cellular level? She had it. I’ll do my best to dive into this. She was a former dancer – about 5’7, maybe about 125 lbs, and with a rock-hard dancer’s body. Zero body fat. Perfect 34B/C tits. Tiny waist. Perfect bell shaped ass. She was white (not that that matters) but had a darker, almost Mediterranean complexion; she always looked tanned & healthy. Not the cold white skin pallor that affects most Canadians in the winter months. She had long brown hair, HUGE eyes, and tiny, delicate, almost elfin features, but was blessed with huge sensual lips with a toothy grin and wide, generous mouth. She honestly could have been a centerfold, a model, anything. She was just physically THAT attractive. She moved with an unconscious, feline grace. I suppose that comes from her years of dancing, but one of the things I loved about her was just watching the way she’d walk across the room. Hips swaying, super feminine, just oozing sex. She just moved so gracefully and sensually – maybe she knew it, but I doubt it. that was just part of her ‘Thing’.

The day we give a stranger a show he won’t [F]orget any ti[M]e soon

So first of all a little background , we are a couple from France, both 22. We were in holiday in Fuerteventura for our first holiday together.

We stayed at the beach all day long that day, just sun bathing and swimming, it was something like 9pm when everything happened. At the beach we were, there are small construction built with rock people built to be sheltered from the wind. She had her head on my laps, the last ray of sunshine was making her body even more beautiful than he’s normally his. Her tits were looking amazing in that bikini, I couldn’t help myself from touching them, I slipped my hands inside her bikini bra and started playing with her breast, she smiled. I was just hypnotized by how good it was to touch her breast while watching such a beautiful sunset, my eyes were lost in the sea when I noticed a guy was spying on us, 5 meters away. He was a really good looking hispanic dude, probably in his mid 30s, we looked at each other straight in the eyes, I could see on his face that he didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t just act like I didn’t see him. I don’t really know why but I got turned on by the situation, I whispered to my gf that someone was watching us and she tried to raise her which I stopped with a “it’s ok babe”. She stopped and looked at me straight in the eyes, confused, my hands were still under her and I slowly started to pull her bra out. I could see a storm of emotions in her eyes, fear confusing but mostly excitement. She was topless on the beach, a man 5 meters away was watching her, I was completely turned on I kept playing with her tits for a good 5 minutes. I could only get my eyes out of her once a while to check if the man was still watching us, he was.

[MFF] The time I made love to my girlfriends best friend while my girlfriend was asleep in the same bed

A little background, this story is about a time with one of my ex girlfriends about two years ago during a wild weekend at a festival. I was dating Liz for about 3 months, it was fun and we fucked like rabbits every chance we had. I was 21 at the time and Liz was 23. This certain weekend Liz and I drove an hour to a college town to attend a festival at a school she had graduated from. So some of her friends still lived in this town and basically the whole weekend was me hanging around 10 women. I didn’t mind this at all, since I would get eye fucked many times while our group was all liquored up.

The farm pond. [Oral] [Anal] [MM]

For most of my childhood it was older figures who controlled and unwittingly guided my sexuality.
Most of the time I allowed myself to be a passive participant in all my sexual adventures.

A prime example of this is the summers I spent on my uncle’s farm. (From age 10 to 19)
This farm was in Wisc. and was a mixture of dairy and produce. Corn, wheat, soybeans and tomatoes.
In the back 40 was an abandoned
Christmas tree farm.

I would often sneak out of the house late at night and walk naked through the rows of pine trees.
The ground was soft and silent due to the pine needles.
I loved the feeling of being naked alone in the dark woods.
It was an incredible feeling of freedom.

On the other end of this tree farm was the local swimming hole, it was a pond about the same size as a regular swimming pool.
One night around 1am I had been walking naked to the pond through the trees.
As I got closer to the pond I began to hear voices coming from there.
Peeking through the bushes I saw three of the neighbors sons.
They ranged in age, the twins were 16 and the older brother was 18.

Easy to Close: The girl selling me her house, Sucks and 28[F]ucks 28[M]e after

How I got into flipping:

My friend Joseph from work had talked me into taking on the investment adventure of flipping houses. I was looking for something to fill time after work besides going out to bars, and some extra money in my life. I been going through some heart broken times, as my high school sweetheart had broken off our engagement last summer. (This is around spring time). I had seen Joseph have some success in the past, so i agreed. It would be him, myself, and my other buddy Michael (who i’ve known forever) taking on this as a team.

She said 9 words to [m]e that completely changed the way I looked at her

I work in sales and people who work customer service/sales jobs know that after working a job like that for a while you end up developing a unique type of bitterness. You become mean and a little dead inside because you deal with a lot of people and most people are shit. Anyway, I had a coworker who had been working there for 15 years so she was kind of a bitch at this point. She was always rude to me and at first I thought it was because I was quite a bit younger than her but then I realized she was like that with everybody.

She was tall (6’1), talked like a sailor, smoked like a chimney, and was just generally unpleasant. Not my type at all. I had been working there for over a year at this point and she walked into the back of the store where we took our breaks. I was just finishing up my break as she entered. I assumed she was about to take her break so I asked her “Do you want to sit here?” referring to the office chair I was sitting in. I was going to roll it back over to the desk if she didn’t want to sit there.