John and Katie had been living together for about 9 months when it happened. The end of the world. It wasn’t the most ideal situation, but John needed a place to live and Katie’s old roommate moved to live with her boyfriend. Katie knew she couldn’t afford to live in the apartment by herself given that it was in LA and it was on the higher end of the middle class apartments. So, when the landlord told her that John needed a place she knew he was her only option. They had set ground rules for things like bringing home partners and when/where to smoke pot. They lived very different lives before everything went to shit. John usually got up early and went to bed early because of his very demanding job. Katie, on the other hand, got up late and was out late. She was a semi-successful content creator. She brought in just enough to get by without having to have a real job, but just not enough to live like a celebrity. People knew her on the street from time to time and the men especially knew her in the bars. She brought home a new partner almost every other night. John was jealous of these men. He had never been with a woman other than his high school girlfriend and he desperately wanted a chance at Katie. He of course made it seem like he got his fill, though, because he didn’t want to seem lame or boring to Katie. He would visit his parents in Bakersfield a few nights a month and come back very late just to make it seem as though he was getting some action, instead all he ever got was an awkward conversation with the next man who had his way with Katie. He always wanted to peek in at Katie on his way to his room, but he knew it was wrong and so he never did. Now, he feared he would never get the chance at her with the world shutting down. A genetic mutation that all humans carried was causing spontaneous death and no one knew when or if you were going to be next. Despite their differences and rarely seeing each other before everything came to a crashing halt, John and Katie grew close in the week and a half or so that they had been cooped up together. They talked about very private and personal things and shared their lives with each other.
Tag: Celebrity
A very tipsy night, with a very close friend [ff]
Back in highschool, I used to carpool with my next door neighbor. We’ll call her Pringle. Pringle and I met in junior high and became a lot closer throughout highschool. Talking to someone everyday over the course of four years is going to endear you to them at least a little bit. Whenever we were bored, we used to text each other, and ask to come over. We would hang out late in our rooms talking about nothing. We used to cuddle sometimes, lay on each other’s shoulders while listening to music or movies or tv shows. She would always talk about whatever celebrity boy crush of the month she was obsessed with this time, whatever was her interest of the week, and i’d know everything there was to know about that topic by proxy.
Late In the Office With My Older Boss [M21/F39] [College Student] [Older Woman] [Slow Burn] [Passionate]
[Note: This starts slow. If you’re not into that and want to jump to the action, I made a break point with “—” to indicate where the action picks up. Feel free to jump ahead if the pace is too slow.]
“Good afternoon” I say to the security guards as I make my way to the elevator and on to the upper floors of the building. The guards wave back and say something, but I have my headphones in so I just smile in response. I look down at my phone. It’s 3pm and they’re probably just about to head home from their shift.
It might sounds strange walking into work at 3pm, but I didn’t work a 9-5 gig. I actually wasn’t even supposed to be here today. I’m a part-time intern here, originally picking up this job a few years ago during my summer break as a way to get some extra pocket change. It was a short walk from my college campus and I had very flexible hours. The work was actually pretty easy and most of the time I listened to music until I finally had something to do. All-in-all, it wasn’t a bad job.
[FM] I was set up with a pro athlete. I wore his jersey while we had sex on our first date.
**Background**
It was the middle of December. It’s one of those times at work when most of the day consists of talking about foods/parties/gifts. No one wanted to work, however, we were all stuck at work. This particular day was going to be a lot of fun. We were hosting a holiday toy drive for families and a few different athletes from various pro teams were coming down to lend their support and pose for pictures.
I didn’t know many of these athletes except one, C (~~name and sport details removed~~). During the season, he had a condo a few floors above mine. His teammate was originally scheduled to appear but had some last minute scheduling conflict. C was a replacement but a much bigger celebrity draw.
Tall (> 6’2″), dark hair, ice blue eyes, HANDSOME. You could see why he was popular…especially with all the women at this toy drive today. Married women were even sliding their number into his pocket and grabbing his butt (and sometimes more) before they said goodbye. Who can blame them? He had a great smile and he was amazing with the children. Kids looked at him like a superhero, and he made sure to live up to that title.
I showed off my (25F) tits to my boyfriend’s work friends (50s) because he told me to [MMF]
Short story here, but for the last few months, I’ve been seeing a much older man (53). He’s married, I’m his side piece – it’s a long story, don’t worry about it.
He took me to a dinner last week with some of his friends from work. He does some kind of finance consulting. They were all his age, but super nice to me. After dinner, we go to a bar, and we’ve all had some drinks. I’ve noticed them all eyeing me up and down all night – which is totally fine. I had on a low-cut backless top and a white skirt.
So it’s late, and we’re on the topic of women they find attractive. They directed several nice compliments to me, which was sweet. Then, they’re talking about the breasts of [celebrity X] vs [celebrity Y]. (I didn’t mind – I like their boobs too.)
Then, Robert (my date) looks at me and says, *”Hey Marissa – show these guys those incredible tits of yours.”*
I could tell the guys sort of froze. They weren’t sure how I’d react, I guess. I didn’t even blink, though. I just giggled at him. “You want me to?” He nods.
Customer Service (bdsm)(fem sub)(humour)
Yes sir the spike cone punishment brassiere is an excellent choice for disciplining your submissive, it straps on like..uhhh…this…just tighten the buckles to force it down on my chest..uhh.. that’s it… Now this model comes with spiked or smooth cones which can easily be changed out of the standard harness. Cones come in a variety of sizes..yes I am quite large but it works just as well on smaller breasts, I can ask one of my more petite colleagues to demonstrate…no?..your sub is about my size…well of course that’s why you picked me…
Now this model punishment brassiere has tightening screws at the base of the cups….ahhh…yes..you can see how that is squeezing me…a little more…uhhh..well I’m sure this would make your submissive feel appropriate ly chastised..the nipples? Well the spikes are pressing my nipples at the moment but the tips of the cones unscrew….ahhhh..yes unscrewing them is twisting the spikes against my nipples…I honestly don’t know if that was a deliberate design feature. You can always unscrew the nipple covers before you strap the cones on her..the other one.ahhh…of course..now with the nipples exposed you can apply a range of additional punishments. We offer a huge selection of nipple punishment devices here…why don’t you browse.. I’ll wait…no I won’t take it off..I understand you want to see how my breasts look after wearing it for a while..of course.
Chapter 37. Naughty in New Orleans.
I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as I sent my text. Next to me in the uber, my husband gave me an approving wink, knowing that I had been flirting with Michael, the new guy I had met at dinner just a few weeks ago. We had texted off and on about anything from books we had been reading to celebrity gossip. But recently it had taken a turn with our messages becoming ever more flirty and spicy. Now, I felt my husband’s hand squeeze my thigh as I sent my message saying that I might be sending some risqué photos if I got tipsy enough over the weekend. My husband and I were meeting up with some friends for a little getaway in New Orleans, and the weekend promised to be sexy.
I [F] fucked the quiet girl at work in a surprise foursome
I had a work farewell party on Friday night. After dinner everybody headed upstairs to the club area and I called my boyfriend to come join us. I just have more fun when he is there, and I love showing him off because he is so handsome and a bit of a celeb as he acts in some local productions.
After a while, most work people headed home so there were only four of us left and we went to a different club. It was just me and my bf and Don, he is fully gay and was bouncing around all night ‘kissing boys’ as he put it, he somehow knew everyone there, and Louise. Louise was a sweet and pretty but very quiet girl. She hadn’t worked with us for long, I always get the feeling she is a bit junior and has to learn some confidence to speak up in meetings. We don’t work together on the same projects so I don’t know her much beyond that. In the beginning of the night she complimented the dress I was wearing a lot.
Amber’s Initiation – Part 3 [20+] [Solo] [Exhibitionist] [Teasing] [Sorority] [Hazing]
Hi you! Here’s part 3 of Amber’s little adventure – I hope you enjoy it! Check out the previous chapters if you haven’t already: [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vibgbv/ambers_initiation_part_1_all_female_oral_sorority/) & [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wqtjnd/ambers_initiation_part_2_all_female_f20_f22_f22/). Have a great day! //Shae
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The next hour passed in a blurry and Amber soon found herself on the doorsteps of Alpha Beta Gamma, surrounded by her sorority sisters. She was dizzy from numerous drinks and her body felt electric with excitement, sharpened by a tinge of nerves high up in her chest. Anna had insisted she borrow one of her dresses, stating it was practically illegal to wear black to her first party. It was a light pink satin slip, tightly hugging her curves, the hem so short she felt the evening breeze between her thighs. She had been denied any underwear and she hadn’t dared to ask about removing the buttplug, leaving it as her only cover underneath the thin fabric.
“Don’t just stand there, come on in!” a male voice roared, and Amber followed along with the other girls as they poured into the hall. The air was thick with loud music and the scent of expensive cologne, the chill of the night briefly lingering on her skin before fading away. She glanced towards the guy who had spoken, a tall, brown-haired guy wearing beige slacks and a white shirt tightly fitted to his chiseled body. He met her gaze and grinned.
“Magnolia Living” (Ongoing story F(40) M(34) Feet, Cheating, Oral, Celebrity Fiction)
This is a rough draft for a story I am writing. IT is the first scene and I plan to add more. Please enjoy.
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