Lady in the night [MF]

“Do you think you’ll ever have, you know, a *girl*friend?” Dan asked me.

We were eleven, living in the small midwestern city where I was born. I shrugged and said, “I dunno. Girls are *weird*.”

That was all about to change. We grew up on the edge of farm country, and we knew how sex worked, but when the school forced us into a room once a week for an awkward description of the mechanics of human reproduction, it seemed like something was missing. Animals didn’t kiss, date, go to bars, or any of that. Humans had it rough.

My friend Dan mastered the basics first and attained near-legend status for being the first to kiss a girl in fifth grade, and he also broke the barrier of going everywhere short of intercourse two years later. Despite being average — brown-blonde hair, blue eyes, B-student — I was the first to have full intercourse. Overnight I became a celebrity at school. The experience also ruined me, as you will see further in this tale.

The time I made an 18 year old boy’s sexual Mount Rushmore [MF]

During the summer when I was 25, I had just broken up with a longish-term boyfriend because we realized that we were not going to get married and we were wasting our time. Not long after that, my best friend since middle school, Emily, and her family went on their annual family vacation. I was very close with Emily and her family, and so I told them I might use their pool when they were gone, which of course they didn’t have a problem with. (It was much better than my apartment pool).

I was putting in at least 10 hours a day to my job at the time, because it was still my first job out of college and they always worked the younger employees pretty hard. So, during this time, at the end of the day, I just really wanted to relax and try to take my mind off of work and relationships.

Rub-a-dub daydream [M4F]

I’ve made it to Friday morning, but the week has left me drained, unmotivated and utterly useless at work. Longing for a nice quiet day off, or just a nice quiet day at work where nothing breaks and nothing needs to be accomplished, I find myself daydreaming of a nice, long, hot soak in a big bathtub.

I picture one of those bathrooms you only see in the movies or tours of celebrity’s homes…the ones that seem to go on forever… beautiful marble and glass brick walls…. huge walk in shower with a shower system that puts water out like a waterfall… and of course, the big bathtub.

That 70’s Porno Pt. 01 | Celebrity Story [MF] [FM] [MFF]

That 70’s Porno Pt. 01 | Celebrity Story

So I worked really hard to get the dialogue in this story to sound like the
characters in the show which also meant trying to get a balance between a believable scene
in the show with 70’s era pornography. That being said, it was around page 100 that I
finally noticed that I was on page 100. So rather than finish the story and then post it I
decided it would be easier to divide it up between the days of the week in the story. That
also being said, here’s late Saturday night/early Sunday morning and Led Zeppelin is only a
week away.

That 70’s Porno

“…and this has been ‘Hot Donna’. Signing off,” Donna said as she clicked off her mic
and played her last musical track of the night. The director in the sound booth gave her a
thumbs-up which she returned before taking her ear phones off. She stood up just as the
door to the DJ’s booth opened and a tall, older man with fly away gray hair and a leather
jacket entered.

“Oh wow, Mr. Johnson,” she squealed in delight, “It’s so good to meet you.”

Richie Starts Her Tour – (FF / MF / MFF) – Spanking, Tribbing, Threesome

# Morning

Kathryn listened to the news as she jogged that morning. The radio host was talking about how tonight was the night for the show of the century. She laughed as the man kept going on and on about it. She kept listening thinking this was going to be a good description of the concert happening tonight.

“Tonight for the first time we will get an Ostmeadow tour! It is going to be located right here in our home city. The tour will feature Richie, the star that everyone follows to see what crazy thing she will do next. Well, now we know! She apparently is into public sex. What a freak, now we know why all her partners keep dumping her-”

Kathryn ripped her earbuds out as she stopped. She hated hearing about negative gossip. She tried to separate herself from it as much as possible. As she switched over to her workout playlist she checked the time. She still had a good amount of time before she needed to be at sound check.

[MF] We Had Sex…Sort of, Part I

This happened several years ago. Post ended up being longer than I thought.

While getting a post-grad certificate, I first met Laura, we’ll call her. Laura and I shared many classes in that certificate program, and would sometimes talk before classes. She was tall and blonde, Scandinavian, and beautiful, really (if she had a celebrity twin, it would be [Anastasia Griffith](https://dvdbash.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/damages-glenn-close-rose-byrne-donovan-booth-danson-griffith-nouri-noonan-ivanek-hurt-phillippe-goodman-hannah-dvdbash019.jpg?w=584&h=896)).

At the time, she struck me as a bit too cutesy for my taste, really. The kind of person that wore pumpkin or bat earrings around Halloween, and who had a lot of holiday themed jewelry and clothes. And, at the time, I was devoted to my girlfriend, who later became my wife and then my ex-wife. Anyways, after the program finished, we sort of lost touch for a bit.

A few years and a failed marriage later, we reconnected via social media. I was dating someone, but we we had just started seeing each other. I would post about my day at work, what I cooked for dinner or was eating, and Laura would comment about how it looked delicious, or how a cold beer helps a long day—stuff absentminded me thought was harmless.

[MF] Taking a call from a [F]riend in the middle of sex.

“Oh shoot. Hey, how’s your day been?”

I quickly moved my phone to my right hand and re-adjusted myself on the bed. I’d been texting Bailey back and forth for a few minutes. We don’t chat a ton, but sometimes we strike up a conversation. Apparently whatever was going on now warranted a phone call.

“I’ve been drinking. It’s just that kind of day. It’s a drinking kind of day.”

Now there’s a conversation starter. “Oh yeah? Bad day?”, I ask.

“Nope. Great day. Just I’ve been drinking and I don’t care at all. I don’t care.”

I move my left hand back behind my wife’s head and guide her back down onto my cock and start into shooting the breeze with Bailey. It was Monday night and the wife and I had been exploring one of our newer pastimes: [Shibari](https://i.imgur.com/blcEG67.jpg). That’s a fancy word for rope bondage. She’d always been excited to try it and I’d recently come around to being in the same camp. I’d just finished tying a basic chest harness, which I was pretty proud of, and she was starting to show her appreciation when Bailey called.

Rush: Finale [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [Romantic]

Sex has never this big, life-changing thing for me. I’ve had a couple long-ish relationship, drunken one night stands I don’t care to remember, and the occasional hook up that should’ve never happened in the first place. With the exception of a few close relationships, sex has always been a means to an end. Whether I was horny or in need of some companionship—sometimes both—someone just as desperate would always be there to scratch that itch. Sometimes even multiple people if I was in the right mood. Then I would go about my daily routine, taking care of my needs with the help of a trusty rabbit, until I craved that all too familiar touch; seeking it out in some hyped up club or an obnoxiously loud and packed frat party. I’ve had some really great sex and some…not so great, but never has it been this mind-blowing thing for me. That is until I met him.

Rush: Finale [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [Romantic]

Sex has never this big, life-changing thing for me.  I’ve had a couple long-ish relationship, drunken one night stands I don’t care to remember, and the occasional hook up that should’ve never happened in the first place.  With the exception of a few close relationships, sex has always been a means to an end. Whether I was horny or in need of some companionship—sometimes both—someone just as desperate would always be there to scratch that itch.  Sometimes even multiple people if I was in the right mood. Then I would go about my daily routine, taking care of my needs with the help of a trusty rabbit, until I craved that all too familiar touch; seeking it out in some hyped up club or an obnoxiously loud and packed frat party.  I’ve had some really great sex and some…not so great, but never has it been this mind-blowing thing for me. That is until I met him.

[F] Masturbating to filthy thoughts about a girl

As I go back into my room, my mind is still whirring. The room is neat and tidy. Nothing to do there. Dinner was prepared earlier, with just the finishing touches needed. That can wait until mom gets back. So nothing to do, then.

There was something about this actress that intrigued me. Then a little internet research might fill the time nicely until mom returns. I love sitting in front of the damn computer screen, for me it feels like a window to tranquility. I boot up the laptop, my mind still replaying the sexy smile of the actress. I type the name of the movie into the search engine box. As a seemingly random list of results appears on the screen, I sigh. Am I the only person in the world who can’t google?

Thinking back once again, I click on the link that seems, vaguely, to match what I might be looking for. As her twitter profile loads, my mind slips back briefly to her sexy smile again. I am so pleased with my thoughts that I am only half-reading the piece on the screen. It is only when I see several paragraphs of the actress that I realize there is something hot and fiery welling up, only this time it isn’t just anger.