Molly’s Mysteries – losing her virginity at 18 to her philosophy teacher [BDSM] [RP] (part 1)

The darkness was all she knew. Molly was a quiet girl, damaged at a young age by her unhinged and irresponsible parents. Her father was absent and her mother was an addict, and she spent most of her time in those formative years alone, nurtured neither by family nor friends. She had none — even though she was exceptionally bright and pretty and charismatic when she felt like it, Molly was withdrawn and sullen and defeated. The world was her prison, a palace of pain and self-hate and enervating loneliness. Every other day there would be a new man in the house, staying anywhere from an hour to a couple weeks before her mother was onto the next one. Molly’s mother provided her shelter and comfort when she could, but she was too far gone most of the time to even communicate beyond basic questions like have you eaten, how was school. Well, school sucked most of the time, until Molly turned 18 and began her senior year of high school. Puberty was kind to Molly — she was endowed with enormous and firm breasts, a Hollywood actress’ iconic face, dimples and freckles and cheeks that begged to be pinched and squeezed, and a truly remarkable ass, a monument of want and the topic of much conversation for the boys (and many girls) of the school ever since it emerged out of thin air. Molly was aware and deeply uncomfortable with her body and all the attention it entailed. She didn’t date or go to any of the school dances for her first three years because the thought never even crossed her mind. She was useless, a sack of garbage incapable of bonding or communication, chained to her wretched life at home watching over her poor mother as she tumbled from boyfriend to boyfriend.

Spending a Night with Daddy [Str8][MDom][Fsub][oral] light[bd] light[BDSM]

The air is damp and smells wonderful, the scent of the street that just been washed by the rain, these kinds of nights are my favorite to take in the city when its at its most quiet. I’m walking by myself with a small black duffle bag in hand. It’s small compared to the one you probably have in your mind. Inside are a few things I only use with one person. We meet like this about once a week or week and a half, I can’t stand to be away from you longer than that.

Interview with a Domme [MF][Fdom]

Jeff parked his car in the downtown parking deck and walked out to the street, checking the address in the email confirmation for the third time. He had expected something in the run-down warehouse district and instead he found himself in the nicest and most upscale part of the financial district. Still worried that he had made a mistake, he took the elevator to the 8th floor, found suite 816, knocked and then entered.

Once inside the office, Jeff saw a waiting area with wood paneling, a table with a receptionist, and a few chairs. There was a second door to an interior office that was open a few inches, but Jeff couldn’t see far into it. The receptionist was a pretty blonde woman with long hair and blue eyes. She wore a white blouse, and he could just barely see a green skirt and white stockings under the table.

“May I help you?” the receptionist asked.

“Oh, um, hi.” Jeff started. “I’m looking for Jessica at Exciting Encounters. I have an appointment.”

“Then you’ve got the right place.” The receptionist smiled brightly. “Let me just check her appointments so we can get you checked in.”

MM (mostly) Thanks to a wonder drug, sex is consequence-free.

**Hi folks, I had such a good time writing this that I wanted to share it with you. This is all from my perspective. If you like wrestling, frottage, and guy-on-guy body contact then this is a little long-read for you.**

**It was too long for a Reddit text post, so this is the first segment followed by a link to the rest. Enjoy!**

**Summary:** Thanks to a wonder-drug, sex is consequence-free. Two college roommates discover what it’s like to live on campus where nudity, hypersexual contact sports, and multiple partners are normal.

**Themes:** alternate universes, bondage (light), cum, dry-humping, frot (frottage), intracrural, MF (once), MM, nudity, oral, wrestling

**License:** This work is licensed under a [Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/).

My parents said it happened after World War II. Scientists working for the government had been testing this drug on soldiers — they had some code name for it then, but now (of course) we call it venerex or just _V_. It sort of became the new aspirin. No more VD (which is also what they called it then — STDs or STIs they call them now, but they’re practically gone like polio), and no pregnancy unless both of you took another, cheaper pill. It curbed appetite and helped with protein intake, so all of society basically got _fitter_ and _better looking_ towards the middle of the 1950s.

Slowly earning her ‘cum slut’ title. [true] [MF] [bd] [exh] [Fsub]

Tiff really wants to be a cum slut. Overall she just loves being called dirty names, and she’s used to men just jumping at the opportunity to talk dirty to her. But we have a different arrangement. With me, she needs to ear her names. So far she’s a slut, which she earned simply by telling me her recent stories of the men she has been fucking. Some regular, some one night stands, she just really enjoys being a complete slut, which is something I admire in her open sexuality. Cum Slut however, needs to be earned.

She tells me how much she loves cum, and has shown me a couple times how well she can take a full load in her mouth without losing a drop. Which I’m told is no easy feat with me, I tend to cum a LOT.

One night, as we finished a fun night of sex and bondage, as she was on her way out I slid her panties back off and told her I was holding onto them, for now. She obliged and let me hold onto the very sexy lace panties that were completely soaked in her juice from an evening of teasing. When she asked me what I was going to do with them, I simply responded, “Just helping you become the Cum Slut you want to prove to be”. And that was the end of the conversation.

Slowly earning her ‘Cum Slut’ title. [mf]

Tiff really wants to be a cum slut. Overall she just loves being called dirty names, and she’s used to men just jumping at the opportunity to talk dirty to her. But we have a different arrangement. With me, she needs to ear her names. So far she’s a slut, which she earned simply by telling me her recent stories of the men she has been fucking. Some regular, some one night stands, she just really enjoys being a complete slut, which is something I admire in her open sexuality. Cum Slut however, needs to be earned.

She tells me how much she loves cum, and has shown me a couple times how well she can take a full load in her mouth without losing a drop. Which I’m told is no easy feat with me, I tend to cum a LOT.

One night, as we finished a fun night of sex and bondage, as she was on her way out I slid her panties back off and told her I was holding onto them, for now. She obliged and let me hold onto the very sexy lace panties that were completely soaked in her juice from an evening of teasing. When she asked me what I was going to do with them, I simply responded, “Just helping you become the Cum Slut you want to prove to be”. And that was the end of the conversation.

Pierced and Chained Chastity [MF][bd][oral]

“Did you do what I asked?” asked my husband.

“Yes,” I said, pressing the phone against my ear to hear him above the city traffic.

I shifted my rolled yoga mat over my shoulder as I maneuvered through the people on the sidewalk before entering our apartment building.

“Make sure you’re fresh for me,” he said.

“I will, honey.”

“See you when I get home.”

I walked into our apartment clearly understanding the importance of my husband’s request. After all, it is our three year wedding anniversary and we were celebrating one whole happy year since our marital meltdown caused by our mutual infidelity. Down the hall to our bedroom I went, stripping off my hoodie, bra top, and yoga pants now stinky from a hot yoga class, to step into a long, hot shower.

Drying in the mirror, I gazed at my hairless vagina, freshly waxed this morning before yoga class. It was absolutely smooth as per my husband’s directions. It made me look younger than my thirty years. I’d look better with a boob job but Johnathan always says no. My tits do sit up nicely. And after I have a baby, they’ll be the full C cups I desire, at least so says my mom.

Whatever happened to Saturday night? (pics included) [f][m][f][m]

On Saturday we went round to a friend’s flat for some mischief with “James” and his new girl “Anna.” It’s always exciting and exotic to meet someone, have a drink with them, and ten minutes later be invited into a hot tub with her. We’d not prepared for that eventuality and felt momentarily like a skydivers without parachutes. We *were* prepared for some other eventualities (we’d brought a lovely leather collar with us) but knew that James is kitted with impressive bondage paraphernalia.

The solution was skinny dipping. Perhaps we’d not been instructed to bring swimsuits for a reason. Having to be clothed all the time is obviously a travesty, but we’d not thought we were going to go nude quite so fast, and there is always an interesting moment when you see another person’s clothes come off for the first time. We all imagine each other nude and the expectations game always asks, “beats, meets, or misses?”

[In this case the answer is “beats.” Solidly](http://i.imgur.com/7YkyoXo.jpg). And those expectations were high to begin with.

A lost wager and a blindfold. [MF, Bondage, Consenual, Long]

Hannah lost the bet, she knew it wasn’t something she could get out of. Hannah and Sam’s relationship had only just started and to get to know each other they decided to have friendly wagers on different things. At first it started out as small stuff, who ever won would have to cook or something like that. Lately though since their relationship had become more sexual the bets did too. She didn’t know what Sam had cooked up for her, she only knew that she had to do whatever Sam said till the end of the night. At first she was nervous about what that could entail but she trusted him so she followed when he told her to come up to the bedroom.

When he entered the room he turn around to her holding out a black band of cloth and told her to put it on. Hannah had a skeptical look on her face but decided to put it on anyway. Once she had it on Sam said “okay from now on there won’t be any talking, if you need to stop just say Pineapple.” Hannah couldn’t help but laugh and started to ask about what he was going to do but before she could speak he stopped her by kissing her on the lips before saying “remember, no talking.”

Aurora Park: Part 1

# Aurora Park

## Chapter 1: Moving

I would tell you it’s a typical day here in Scottsdale, Arizona but that would be a lie since I don’t really know what a typical day is like. I just moved here from New York City about two weeks ago and I’m still getting adjusted to the many different changes that come from moving across the country. After living in New York City my entire life, I was getting bored of the environment and having to put my entire paycheck towards just being able to keep a roof over my head. I told myself that once I had enough money I would get out of there, and I’m glad I was able to at the young age of twenty-two.

I moved into a small house, which only cost me about forty percent of what I was paying in New York City. I also had enough money saved to get me through about a year, so I had ample time to find a job. My daily routine has been the gym, job searching, girlfriend searching, and food. That’s not really the correct order though. I’ve been trying to prioritize the girlfriend searching over anything, including food, since I’m at the point in my life where I’d like to bring someone else into it. I also have a year before I’ll run out of money, so the job searching can wait a bit. At least that is what I told myself and I was fine by that.