Moral qualms aside, the story I am about to tell is one of the hottest sexual experiences I have had. This happened in the spring of 2016, during my senior year of college. I went to a school on the east coast, and some research that I had completed was selected to be presented at a student conference at a fairly prestigious catholic university in the midwestern US. I was super excited to present my work, but also excited to get away from my boyfriend for the weekend. Since the summer, I had known I wanted to break up with my boyfriend. I was feeling extremely trapped and stressed about our relationship. I had told him I wanted to end relationship already; however, we were sharing a lease until the beginning of summer. So for a few months I was trapped living with him, and basically trying to continue our relationship as normal even though we both knew it was failing. My ex boyfriend, Logan, was a egotistical musician with a “sex, drugs and rock-n-roll” type of personality. He was extremely possessive of me and when we were together – he never let me out of his sight. As I fell out of love with him, I became more and more frustrated with our sex life, and increasingly fantasized about sleeping with someone else for the first time in 3 years. I ended up cheating on him multiple times over the next few months, with many men. I can’t lie – the thrill of doing something so immoral and secretive did get me off. Before the weekend, cheating again definitely wasn’t my explicit plan, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t floating around a distant possibility in the back of my head.
Tag: Drugs
The “Progressive” Family [MF, f] [inc]
Lily, her older sister Amanda, her younger brother Johnny, and her parents were what you might call ‘progressive’ – in the fullest perversion of the term.
On politics alone, her parents believed in the legalization of all drugs, and were avid consumers of weed since high school. They openly smoked it around their kids, and sometimes with them.
Believing privacy a barrier to humanity, their small house was devoid of doors, not even to the bathroom, and not even a shower curtain. None of them really cared however, they were all religiously nudists – it was basically manners to them.
Lily’s parents weren’t sticklers on gender pronouns however; it seemed to be too much work. In fact, despite being progressive in these hippy ways, Mother and Father enjoyed some aspects of traditional gender roles, but with more equality for women. They felt it brought them closer to how natural people lived, and it made for great dirty talk during sex.
If Lily’s parents believed drugs should be legalized they wanted sex to be legally required for them, and they acted like it. It seemed like nothing could keep Father and Mother from each other. They were always ready to go, watching tv while nude and just doing it on the spot, as long as the kids weren’t around.
Bounty Hunter’s Day Job Ch 2 (MF, Milf, Sex on the Job)
It was late at night on Tosil. Most of the planet was sleeping but if you liked to visit the hot new entertainment spots your evening was just starting to get good. The day had been a lazy Saturday like plenty of other days since my wings had been clipped but so far the evening had been interesting. I got a big tip from what had to be a Tusbeni arms dealer who seemed to enjoy getting to his destination five minutes before expected. His gold curved helmet informed me that he was Tusbeni but his enourmous business coat that could have hidden enough weapons to take on a Manticorps security team had me guessing about his profession for at least my next three fairs. The next client was a pair of girls who were excitedly finishing up their makeup in my cap while they talked about a new place opening up called King’s Fall. I made a point to check out the place my next Saturday off, figured it would be fun blowing off some steam but a man like me can almost always find some form of work with a new and inexperienced club owner. On Tosil the people who open up new clubs generally have no shortages of enemies or bodies to take care of to make sure they stay in their favored position. Of course when she came into my cab I forgot all about King’s Fall and the attractive girls who had been headed there.
Bounty Hunter’s Day Job Ch 2 (MF, Milf, Sex on the Job)
It was late at night on Tosil. Most of the planet was sleeping but if you liked to visit the hot new entertainment spots your evening was just starting to get good. The day had been a lazy Saturday like plenty of other days since my wings had been clipped but so far the evening had been interesting. I got a big tip from what had to be a Tusbeni arms dealer who seemed to enjoy getting to his destination five minutes before expected. His gold curved helmet informed me that he was Tusbeni but his enourmous business coat that could have hidden enough weapons to take on a Manticorps security team had me guessing about his profession for at least my next three fairs. The next client was a pair of girls who were excitedly finishing up their makeup in my cap while they talked about a new place opening up called King’s Fall. I made a point to check out the place my next Saturday off, figured it would be fun blowing off some steam but a man like me can almost always find some form of work with a new and inexperienced club owner. On Tosil the people who open up new clubs generally have no shortages of enemies or bodies to take care of to make sure they stay in their favored position. Of course when she came into my cab I forgot all about King’s Fall and the attractive girls who had been headed there.
The Knight’s Slave Girl [MF] [anal] [fantasy] [exhibitionism] [fsub] [Mdom] [humiliation] [non con] [drugs] [oral] [prostitution] [reluctance]
**ONE**
The girl was terrified, unable to bear or comprehend that she was finally going to meet one of the terrible fates she had fought so hard to escape. He could see it in her eyes, in her hateful glance. They were in the land of Teluria, the continent which held the western realms. An ocean breeze caressed Tier, the capital city. They stood in the king’s palace, in the long, rectangular, stone throne room; the ceiling arched far above them and pale, cold light trickled in from the high windows. Newly minted lords and knights lined the walls and filled the room with echoing sniggers and japes. King Barion, sitting casually on the throne, had just offered up the girl as a final prize for Ben’s service, and had commanded her stripped for his inspection. Every curve of her was bared now, her plain slip in rags on the floor. She tried to cover herself with an arm hugging her ample breasts, and her other hand was tucked over her groin. He could see her blushing and her gaze had left him and sunk to the floor in embarrassment. She was from Idaria, in the east, and the lords of Teluria despised her for it, and took extra pleasure at her humiliation. It was in popular taste to do so.
The Knight’s Slave Girl [M] [F] [STR] [anal] [fantasy] [exhibitionism] [fsub] [Mdom] [humiliation] [non con] [drugs] [oral] [prostitution] [reluctance]
**ONE**
The girl was terrified, unable to bear or comprehend that she was finally going to meet one of the terrible fates she had fought so hard to escape. He could see it in her eyes, in her hateful glance. They were in the land of Teluria, the continent which held the western realms. An ocean breeze caressed Tier, the capital city. They stood in the king’s palace, in the long, rectangular, stone throne room; the ceiling arched far above them and pale, cold light trickled in from the high windows. Newly minted lords and knights lined the walls and filled the room with echoing sniggers and japes. King Barion, sitting casually on the throne, had just offered up the girl as a final prize for Ben’s service, and had commanded her stripped for his inspection. Every curve of her was bared now, her plain slip in rags on the floor. She tried to cover herself with an arm hugging her ample breasts, and her other hand was tucked over her groin. He could see her blushing and her gaze had left him and sunk to the floor in embarrassment. She was from Idaria, in the east, and the lords of Teluria despised her for it, and took extra pleasure at her humiliation. It was in popular taste to do so.
Torture[str8]
Torture
The room spun around me, the scent of lavender filled my nostrils and I tried to make sense of the scene around me. To my right I saw long beige curtains flowing down over a dark hardwood floor, streaks of light danced past the fabric and streamed rays of white onto the tan walls around me. To the left I saw an oak nightstand, on the surface sat a lamp and an array of toys and tools spread out for convenience. From left to right there was a string of blue anal beads, a long pink vibrating dildo, a black butt plug, a bottle of lubricant and a ball gag mask.
The Blue Pill – [Mfsub][nc][drugs]
A little context: I wrote a story based on someone’s kink list, and I wanted it to be a dark, slightly disturbing noncon story, but it just came out really unpleasant and sort of hard to read. I felt so conflicted about posting it that I decided to write a companion piece to make amends. If you read the other story and were creeped out, I’m sorry, I’m not a psychopath, honestly, just a little weird sometimes.
The music in the story, btw, is L’histoire de Melody Nelson by Serge Gainsbourg, which is just about the most decadent thing I know.
Yours,
Robin Goodfellow
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“I think you have, uh, too much of the ‘non’? You know? I want to make your ‘non’ to be a ‘oui'”.
I burst out laughing at him, “You mean you want me to change my mind? That’s a very flowery way of saying so.”
Davide smiles, “To change? Perhaps the saying is ‘to blow your mind’?”
“You really don’t know when to give up, do you?”
[FFM] Hungover.
I remember waking up with an insane hangover next to a naked, large chested and wide hipped woman who I had been causally hooking up with.
She was in a very well paying job and she knew how to blow off steam after a hard day’s work. I was actually finding it difficult to keep up with drinking and cocaine habit.
Don’t get me wrong.. I like to party.. but I know when the party is over too.
Remember guys there will always be another another party.
Anyway.
After I woke I went to get some water as I was slowly dying and got back into bed. My friend woke up and didn’t even bother getting up. We both lay in bed moaning about how silly it was to drink so much and take all those drugs.
Then there was a tap at the door and one of her roommate popped her head in.
I had never met the girl but she was a slight, pale and rather nervous looking brunette and after a wave from my lady friend she came over and my lady friend pulled back the sheets exposing her naked body…. She was statuesque with round ample tits and our new mousey friend hopped in the bed and we all manoeuvred so that we all were covered. It was a dead of winter and it was cold out.
Lending a Hand, Part 1 [MF] [Long]
Long-time reader, first-time poster. Hoping to make this a regular thing so long as people enjoy! Standard “good stuff starts here: _______” disclaimer applies.
(Upfront admission: this happened long enough ago that some aspects—a.k.a. dialogue—have gotten a little fuzzy. As such, I’ve taken a few liberties to make things read a bit more naturally. But rest assured, the recollections themselves are all true.)
I was in my senior year of university, and my course load was light. Being the go-getter that I am, I decided to get a job—specifically, one that would look good on my CV. After turning over a few rocks and talking to a few friends, I wound up getting a gig with the students’ union. Good work, cool people, and decent pay. What more could a 22-year-old want?
At first, I was sweet on one of the execs—a tall drink of “please sit on my face” named Tessa. Beyond being cute and easy to talk to, she was also the one I worked with the most. But after a couple of weeks, I found myself getting on really well with one of the other VP’s: a curvy redhead named Janice who was as bubbly as she was cool. Played in a band, told funny jokes, and rocked a delightfully tight and faded Velvet Underground t-shirt like it was going out of style.