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The time that Sticking my dick in Crazy was 100% worth it. [FM]

Edit:

Hi all, this is a repost of the first story I ever posted here, about a year ago, and since deleted it.

I’m riding the confidence high of the saga I’ve posted this weekend and all your kind words. Thought you’d enjoy this one:) it’s a bit less dramatic, and a bit more fun.

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This is a really long one. The good shit starts at the asterisks

Please forgive the typos, I’m super turned on rn.

Alright, here it goes. My plunge into the other side of the post.

I’m a long-time lurker here and avid consumer of steamy narratives. Honestly for most of my life too. Even as a horny, hormonal chimpanzee of a teenage boy, I preferred poetic fuck-tales to pornos. Don’t get me wrong. There’s a handful of video’s floating on a layer of internet scum, that when I come across I turn into a got-damn werewolf. Read more »

[M]y [F]irst threesome with my wi[F]e and her best friend..

So I figure rather than share our photos and videos, I’d take you down memory lane. My wife and I have been together for a decade. At the time – her best friend of 20 years had broken up with her boyfriend. Mind you – these girls are stunners, both long haired brunettes, model looking, fit with abs and FAT asses. The three of us were always inseparable. One night we decided to do some MD and GHB together.. my wife began to tell her friend how hot she was and how everything was his loss etc. – She wasn’t wrong.. Couple of hours in and the girls began commenting on each others appearances, out of nowhere my wife pulls my shirt off knowing it was my first steroid cycle telling her friend how a man should look like me, next thing you know & the clothes started coming off.

Her friend had been sexually deprived for a a couple of months now (Both of them are freaks in bed btw), she started kissing my wife until they took it to the bedroom, I’m pacing in the room smoking cigarette with a brick in my pants watching and yes of course I couldn’t stop touching my\self. Read more »

Life Get’s Better: Part Three [MF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Enhanced Boobs}

“You’re so lucky,” one of Brian’s friends said to him as they sat drinking a beer at their local bar.

“Well, I don’t feel lucky,” Brian said, taking another sip of his beer. He had just gotten fired. He knew it was coming. After all the things that had been happening in his life, he was aware that it was in the cards.

“Yeah, about that,” the friend said. “Sorry.”

“I don’t blame you at all,” Brian shrugged. “In fact, I am glad you got the promotion.”

“Thanks,” the friend said, bowing his head. “What are you going to do now?”

Brian took a deep breath, then took another long swig of his beer. “I doubt I will be drinking beer with you guys anytime soon,” he smiled. “Doubt I will be able to pay for my car.”

“The beer is on us,” the friend said, patting his other friend on the shoulder.

“What?” the friend said, taking his eyes off his phone. “Yeah, sure we got you,” he shook his head as he looked at the picture on his phone. “You seriously live in the same apartment as this woman?” Read more »

Hate Fucking the Conservative Political Staffer [MF]

**Warning post includes rough sex, hitting, and choking. If this isn’t your thing don’t read**

Peggy was in law school and we shared some mutual friends. A year ago or so she and I were on the same track in life – I had a fancy sounding job as a political staffer. I wasn’t “in the room” but I was just on the other side of the door and knew a good amount of the political dirty deeds going on. Work 18 hour days, on call 24/7 and accepted early into law school.

She also worked in politics and was now in law-school. Unlike her, the power of being politics didn’t seduce me, it turned me off. I said fuckit and quit, turned down the law school offer and decided to strike it out on my own in small business. It still is the best decision I’ve ever made. The obsession over titles, being seen with the right people, pretending to be grateful for the sack of shit dumped on my desk at 6:00pm on a Friday night… it just wasn’t for me. Read more »

Breeding Stock [MF, noncon, kidnapping, forced breeding, Writer x Reader, abuse]

I come home from a long day at work. Running from meeting to meeting, filling out all the paperwork… By the end of the day, I’m exhausted.

That’s probably why I didn’t realize the door was already unlocked.

I made my way into the house, setting my keys down and kicking my shoes off. I catch sight of myself in the mirror. My short hair tucked behind my ears. My white button up clinging to my figure. The pencil skirt hugging my curves. The soft seam of my stockings up my calves.

I notice the second figure in the mirror when it’s already too late.

You bring your hand up to cover my mouth. I try to fight, try to scream, but I can’t. My head goes fuzzy just as I notice the cloth you pressed against my mouth and nose. The last thing I hear before I blackout is your laughter, deep and sinister.

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When I wake up the first time, I’m on the floor of a moving vehicle. A van, I think, but my head is swimming too much to tell for sure. I groan around the gag you’ve put in my mouth. Read more »

[(F)(exh)(mast)(voy)(drugs)] You dont need a partner to be a well-fucked slut.

I like being seen and watched. Most nights I get undressed with my blinds open so if anyone is on the other side of the trees, they’d see my perfect tits in the nude. I turn around and bend over, giving my imaginary audience a show as I change into scanty nightwear.

A few nights ago I was feeling extra horny while I was smoking on my front porch. Weed counteracts my depression medication and raises my libido. I started reading some very sexy stories on reddit, and was instantly turned on by the idea of cumming in view of all my neighbor’s houses, even if no one would find me since it was the middle of the night. I was wearing a loose striped shirt with a deep slit down the front and some loose shorts. Over all this I wore my favorite robe, which came down to my ankles and was dark and floral. Read more »

The Story of Cunt II: Day One [BDSM] [public] [forced]

**Author’s note: Some of you may remember the original TSOC that was released a while back. You can find it in my profile. I had no plans to do a sequel or write anything else like this basically, but I got inspired by some research and well, here we are!**

It had been so long since she had been here. So much had changed. For one thing, she had finally stopped lying to herself. After her last session with the mistress, she had finally stopped lying to herself and gone in for gender reassignment. It also happened to be around this time that the pill that acted as a fetish for her during that fateful week was finally perfected, allowing her to finally become who she had always wanted, functioning genitals and all.

She stood at the door for a moment, in her crop top and short denim shorts, unsure if she was ready to go in. It had been quite a while, but what she had gone through was something that she could never forget. Did Mistress feel the same? Would she even remember her? How many people go through these doors every day? Surely her time as Cunt was just a transaction, nothing more. She knew that she had to leave her own head if she was to go in there. Read more »

The Story of Cunt II: Day One

**Author’s note: Some of you may remember the original TSOC that was released a while back. You can find it in my profile. I had no plans to do a sequel or write anything else like this basically, but I got inspired by some research and well, here we are!**

It had been so long since she had been here. So much had changed. For one thing, she had finally stopped lying to herself. After her last session with the mistress, she had finally stopped lying to herself and gone in for gender reassignment. It also happened to be around this time that the pill that acted as a fetish for her during that fateful week was finally perfected, allowing her to finally become who she had always wanted, functioning genitals and all.

She stood at the door for a moment, in her crop top and short denim shorts, unsure if she was ready to go in. It had been quite a while, but what she had gone through was something that she could never forget. Did Mistress feel the same? Would she even remember her? How many people go through these doors every day? Surely her time as Cunt was just a transaction, nothing more. She knew that she had to leave her own head if she was to go in there. Read more »

When Young Boy Met Sophia [MF] [Long]

First post here.

I’m almost 30 now, and this started nearly a decade ago so my memory may be a little hazy. But I’ll go off what I recall the best I can.

I was 20 or 21 years old at the time and in college. I was kind and not bad looking, but I didn’t have a lot of confidence. I had hooked up with a few girls I met at frat house parties but that was basically it. While things have drastically changed in the confidence and game department for me since then, back then I was anxious and shy.
The town I lived in wasn’t large enough to have many streetwalkers – though there were a few walking around – but they sure did corner the market on happy ending massage parlors. There was one that was very affordable and discreet. I had been maybe one or two times before but I had only gotten handjobs. Read more »