[Group] An incredible start to Easter Sunday (walk of shame included)

I’d met this nice lady, B, at a BDSM event in London a few weeks before and we even played at the event once, where I spanked her hard until she was dripping juices down her thighs.

B is married, in an open marriage. And the day before Easter Sunday, she was having a party with several friends over and invited me as well. She did warn me that there will be hard drugs (I don’t do drugs), and anyway, I was there to enjoy a good old houseparty. Plus B said her friend L really liked me, so I figure if nothing I’ll at least get a phone number.

Hooo boy was I wrong.

L was flirting with me and another guy all night, dancing close, squeezing cock whenever she felt like it, as if teasing and testing me at the same time. I didn’t think much of it, and when L started making out with another guy, I went to one of the guest bedrooms to lie down — and met C.

C is voluptuous, amazing curves, bisexual, and seemed like a fun person, and here she was, also lying on the bed. We were chitchatting for a while before B burst into the room saying “Why aren’t you two fucking yet?”

‘Mrs. Lefebvre & I’ [mF, Hypnotized Teacher]

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1997. It’s late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it, with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose, that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season.

And I was missing out on all of it…

I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged music cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Those couple of hours spent silently brooding in detention gave me plenty to think about, kinda like how being locked-up in the slammer will make you comb through your whole life, searching for the mistakes that defined your downward path.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. What was *my* mistake? The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was the hay-day of Bart Simpson, after all.

Well, I’ll tell you…

Drug fueled passion. [MF]

My roommate blew our rent money and got us evicted. I met a girl recently named Jessica who had a four bedroom house all to herself. She was the only child of a very rich father. God she was sexy. 5’9″ 130lbs. Long brown hair with 34b breasts. She invites me to stay with her with the only condition that I sleep in the bed with her. She said she would pay for all the drugs we did and fuck did she mean it. For the first few days we would go through an easy $1000 a day of just coke and crack. Then we would go through heroin and Xanax to even it up a little. We rarely slept the first few days. Whenever we laid in bed her hands would be found roaming, brushing my cock. I am definitely one of the guys that has no issue getting hard when on drugs, no issues ever.

Across the Black Seas of Infinity [FFM] [cosmic horror]

Author’s note: I am eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. In a top-level comment I will post links to the whole series as it develops, as well as a link to my other writing.

Abigail Carter hurried across the Twisted Quad through the New England rain and bowled into the glass doors of the Jermyn Hall of Anthropological Studies, nearly knocking down a girl who was reluctantly emerging into the downpour. She made a hasty apology as the other student pushed out into the rain, and then threw back the hood on her sweatshirt and tried to shake the clinging wetness off her clothes.

The sky outside was quickly darkening as the storm rushed in and the sun set, and Jermyn’s lobby was emptying out as students fled the campus for whatever festivities their Friday evenings held. Abigail would have prefered to join them, but she had no choice other than to obey the summons she had received by email that afternoon.

“Miss Carter,” it read, “Please come to my office this afternoon at five to discuss your midterm. — Professor Ward.”

Mei Goes to Dave & Busters; [FFFFM][Fdom][Msub][cbt][growth][huml][raceplay][self-buk][nc][bdsm]

I’ve been told that I’m a company woman to the death, and that it wasn’t necessarily a compliment or an insult. I work long, hard hours, and take my work home with me when I can. I always think two steps ahead of my supervisors, and find new, efficient ways to do my work. God forbid I ever catch anyone stealing supplies here and there; even if someone so much as opens the supply closet without leaving a form with me will receive the full, unabated, righteous fury of the company, and clean out their desks by 4pm.

I’ve been told that I have a Napoleona complex: since I’m small, slim, flat chested with no butt, I secretly feel inferior to everyone, and I have to overcompensate. The person who told me that got fired a week later for completely unrelated reasons, I hear. Missing supplies ended up in his desk or something or other. It is true that I am the smallest person in the office. Some people even say that I look like someone’s angsty teenaged daughter, what with the “radical” pixie cut that I wear.

[FM] A consentual ‘date rape’

Disclaimer: DO NOT take drugs without knowing their possible effects. DO NOT use these drugs, or any others, without EXPLICIT consent. Everything that took place was previously discussed and it was all consentual. Never enter a risky situation with someone you don’t trust 100%. If anyone reading this is a survivor of rape or sexual assault, please don’t think I am taking such trauma lightly, this was a fun thing that my partner and i did that we had both agreed to.

Now with that out of the way, I can begin.

My Master and I both have a rape fetish. We both love the idea of him ‘raping’ me, and being physical with me. We already have a lot of rough sex where he slaps and punches me, and we both love it. We have also done rape roleplays before. But we wanted to take it to a new level.

Sir works shift work and asked his doctor for sleeping pills. He got a prescription for Ambien, after we had done some research and decided that was our best bet.

Stretching powers of the TSA – Part 1 [Long] [MMF] [anal] [fist] [huml] [Mdom] [nc] [oral] [raceplay]

Indignant outrage, followed by claims of refusing to back down under the guise of standing for civil liberties… and then eventually running out of muster and caving to whatever is most profitable for those who make the decisions – the same pattern that can be seen again and again, and was exactly the thing that led to many Middle Eastern countries granting American TSA agents jurisdiction to screen passengers in foreign airports for any flights going to the US. The tradeoff being that the electronics ban would then be lifted (returning the lost revenue from business-class customers who were forced to choose other airlines if they wanted to be able to be productive during their flight).

 

It was only a few weeks after this change that Tahira was flying back home to the States with a few friends after a holiday to Dubai. The screening process had been longer than ever before, but to her surprise, she was actually allowed through fairly quickly unlike almost all of the people of Middle Eastern, South Asian, or African decent that she saw go before her who were put through extensive searches and questioning by overly rude and entitled TSA agents who only spoke English and seemed to expect anyone passing through their gates (in Dubai) to be able to do so perfectly also.

Stretching powers of the TSA – Part 1 [Long] [MMF] [anal] [fist] [huml] [Mdom] [nc] [oral] [raceplay]

Indignant outrage, followed by claims of refusing to back down under the guise of standing for civil liberties… and then eventually running out of muster and caving to whatever is most profitable for those who make the decisions – the same pattern that can be seen again and again, and was exactly the thing that led to many Middle Eastern countries granting American TSA agents jurisdiction to screen passengers in foreign airports for any flights going to the US. The tradeoff being that the electronics ban would then be lifted (returning the lost revenue from business-class customers who were forced to choose other airlines if they wanted to be able to be productive during their flight).

 

It was only a few weeks after this change that Tahira was flying back home to the States with a few friends after a holiday to Dubai. The screening process had been longer than ever before, but to her surprise, she was actually allowed through fairly quickly unlike almost all of the people of Middle Eastern, South Asian, or African decent that she saw go before her who were put through extensive searches and questioning by overly rude and entitled TSA agents who only spoke English and seemed to expect anyone passing through their gates (in Dubai) to be able to do so perfectly also.

[MM] – A first experience. Not just M&M but kinky too. [Gay] [chastity]

I’ve been a lurker for a while. I was going to post this to another sub but I needed an account that is older. I just needed SOMEONE to see this story.

I’d like to try something outside of my comfort zone today. Throwaway account for obvious reasons. I don’t really want to get into any personal data like how old I am, my name, where I live, etc.

I’ve always thought of myself as kind of curiously bi and experimental. I’ve crossdressed, played with lots of sex toys, all sorts of things. Never with another person though. Only women in my bed and never admitting to this type of stuff.

I’m married and divorced. Single. Had some fun now. A few hookups and random just sexual things that are like bucket list shit. Then, there was this one thing that I can’t get out of my head. I was at a party with a friend. Didn’t know the host but met him that night. Nice guy. He’s married but his wife is out of town on business for two weeks (already gone for half a week).

High Holidays [MF] [drugs] [blowjob] [biracial] [granny]

She named my dick “Larry.”

Larry. Of all possible names, she chose an actual human man’s name. Though, a man’s name from a different culture, would have been less questionable. If she named my cock and balls Faraz, I would have worn it openly. That would have been exotic. But Larry is some lame cousin you see on High Holidays who piles beet horseradish on the gefilte fish. A better Jewish name would be something like Yitzhak because it gets in the back of your throat, or something that sounds cooler, like Lazar Wolf from Fiddler on the Roof – you think I’m after your cow but I really want your daughter. I later told my Friend about it, and he claimed two different women independently named his penis “Fred.”

These distractions aside, she knelt before me in front of the couch, and hugged Larry with her hands and gave him kisses and I dipped my paring knife into the pink baggie and brought it up to my nose for a little bump. While I often find myself unable to concentrate, or focus my attention on important tasks, I love multitasking vices.