That time we got busted in a dorm shower [MF]

Years ago I dated a girl named Jennifer while I was in college. She lived in the same floor as me in the dorms and we came from the same hometown.

Jennifer was a petite girl. 5’4”, very slender, B cup tits, and shoulder length brown hair.

Jennifer was also an exhibitionist at heart. She loved flashing, teasing, and liked the excitement of having sex in public spaces. One night in particular she had a few drinks and I think half the dorm saw her tits.

One spring break I stayed at school so I could pick up more hours at my job. She stayed with me because, well, she didn’t have a ride back to our hometown and we would be able to hang out when I wasn’t working.

There weren’t many people left on our floor that week. Maybe 6 or so people that we knew and we didn’t see them a lot. One of them, Dana, was from a state across the US and never really went home. She was a gymnast, very tiny at just 5 feet tall with short hair and small breasts.

Pink Wash [FF] [Les] [exh] [voy]

We would be in Palm Springs five weeks later. Jamie went with me everywhere. Jamie not only managed me, but Seth, Stephen, Blake and Minnie as well. Seth and Stephen ended up coming with. He he. As with all commercial flights. Seth and Stephen had to sit together in the exit row. Bonuses to being giants. I was in behind them with Jamie and Minnie. It was a great laugh. Yes, I do rather enjoy the company of Minnie. Minnie, slightly kooky yet beautiful. Kitty, the anxious and somewhat bemused girl exploring her sexuality. We were still friends some thirty-five years later. I needed the company to keep the spirit up on a long eastbound journey. The jet lag was
the worst. We left at lunchtime and arrived in San Francisco at 8 a.m. on the same calendar
day. We did all fall asleep and it was not long before we were on a short flight. Hello Palm
Springs at 9 a.m.!

[MF] Sunday morning lovemaking

It’s a random Sunday morning. Feeling you rustling around in the bed stirs me awake. You always wake up before me, and you know I like to sleep longer so you try not to disturb me. But you get bored easily and want my attention. Sometimes it bugs me but I love you for it anyways. It feels good knowing you want my company, plus it usually works out well for me.

I turn my head and look over my shoulder. The sun is bright, shining through the open blinds. You’re facing the window so I can’t see your face. I wonder if she’s actually awake or not. My eyes trace the silhouette of your body. Your long blonde hair is tied up in a bun, providing me a view of your slender neck. I love the way it feels to bury my face in it, and rub my lips from your earlobe down to your shoulders. The blanket is pulled down to your waist, you always hated having it up over your arms.

Not quite revenge [MF][long]

It wasn’t that Brian was a bad boyfriend, it just turned out he was gay, deeply in denial, and more than willing to use me as a beard for the rest of his life- which I wasn’t really ok with. The circumstances of our breakup were about as amicable as they could be for a youthful four-year partnership, despite the cheating and the lying and the whole ‘not into women’ sexuality.
And just for the record, if you’re hiding a boyfriend from your long-distance girlfriend (with whom you are in an open relationship, no less), don’t take them both out, at once, to the date-night spot you share with said boyfriend. I will always be grateful to that waitress who followed me to the bathroom, to tell me that the cute guy I was holding hands with was in that restaurant every Friday night, holding hands with the other cute guy sitting across from us. It wasn’t the cheating, that I could have forgiven, but the insistence that he was perfectly 100% straight that did us in.

My wife shares that she’s gay [M] [F] – part 1 of 1? more?

I started writing this a while ago, and never finished it. Feel free to give me some direction on where it should go.

All fantasy, of course.

Check out my other stories too: u/marku0099

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We started out loving each other. At least I loved my wife, and I think she loved me. However, 6 years and 2 kids later, things changed.

We were both 24 when we got married. From the start, we were both pretty sexual. We had sex 3 or 4 times a week, and we enjoyed doing it in different places, or “changing it up a bit” by role playing or whatnot. Sarah loved cock. She said that she liked the way it scratched an itch she had inside. I, of course, was more than happy to itch it for her.

A few months ago, I noticed that she was less playful during sex, and less interested in mixing things up. She still let me fuck her, but I could tell that she just wasn’t into it. I put it out of my head as just marital troubles that would pass, however, it was a much bigger issue. And it would not pass.

Dancing In The Dark [MFM] [Bi] [mast][voy][exh]

Nestled amongst grand green hills washed in sunlight was a vineyard belonging to a Blake Castle. The Blanket Estate had been his since the ‘70s and the older he got, the more time he spent out there. It was isolated but close enough. That is where I was heading. I knew he would be there. Blake went to the vineyard to get peace. He almost never took anybody out there. Was he going to mind? I didn’t tell him I was coming. As I pulled up, I felt hesitation. I saw him pottering around the back deck, sweeping actually. How domesticated. The winds had been high and torn quite a few of the shrubs to pieces. Was this a good idea? He saw the car and ran towards me.

*“Kitty…what are you doing here, I heard a car and thought what the hell…no one ever visits me here. My muse…something must be wrong. I hardly ever have a soul come out here and visit me other than the kids.”*

*“Frank is scaring me and I cannot deal with anybody.”*

*“Not even Seth or Stephen?”*

*“No, Blake. I had to get away from everybody.”*

Mardis Gras [MF][Cheating][Adultery][Cuckolding][Cuck][Affair][Facial]

Eight. No, nine. Definitely nine. Maybe, more. I had lost count of my drinks about an hour ago. It was hard to keep track when random men hand you a beer and topless women flash and grope and distract you at every turn. Before I knew it, I was one of them. Nothing but a denim mini skirt and a collection of multi-colored beads covering me. I had lost my shoes some ways back but I didn’t even care. My brunette locks were tied up in a messy bun, strands falling down my glistening face. My make-up was smudged over my milky skin and I was screaming at the top of my lungs, the atmosphere taking over my body.

I saw her out of the corner of my eye at first. Blonde hair streaked with blue, bright eyes and petite body covered only by a loose dress hanging off her shoulders exposing one breast. So confident, she wasted no time. Within minutes of making eye contact with her she was on me. My head spun with a hundred thoughts. What would my husband think? Where were my travel companions Jeff and Maria? And who was this beautiful stranger with her tongue down my throat? The alcohol jumbled these thoughts until they were hidden away deep down where they couldn’t bother me. I tasted the stranger’s sweet cherry lips and her hands soon found their way up my skirt. I gasped as her fingers slid between my moist pussy lips, exploring every fold and crevice before slipping a finger deep into my tight hole.

Submission of a Soldier [F] [fantasy] [nc] [Exhibitionist]

I posted this as a prompt on dirtypenpals, but since my last “crosspost” seemed to be somewhat liked, I figured I could post this one here as wel, as it actually sort of works a mini story in its own right.

Astra’s military has always been a rough environment, even for the most seasoned of warrior seeking for a steady regimen.

Violent abuse, both for disciplinary action as well as mundane training, is the King’s Battalion’s worst kept secret. Humiliation and degradation can really break down a soldier’s spirit, until it is like soft and wet clay, ready to be molded into a subordinate that throws themselves into battle as fodder, if need be.

Hazing runs rampant, too, especially for the new recruits, and the smaller ones. The ones who already can’t fight back. It is sickening, but such is military life, is the standard response.

Maybe it is…

I’ve known very little but abuse for the first few months as part of the infantry. Not because I am weak or a snitch or… many other things. No, I just happened to be a *”girl”* in a men’s world. An Elven girl at that.

The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]

Note: Part 2 ran long (and I f’ed up the title), so here’s part 3…

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**The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

**Part 3**

Later that evening, after dinner with a book, Regina went back to her room to find her roommate Julie just leaving.

“If anyone asks for me, I’m gone for the weekend. Me and some friends are going to see a concert in Vegas, so I’m skipping class tomorrow.” She grabbed a carry-on bag and left Regina alone in the room. It was Thursday, and she didn’t have a class until the next afternoon, so she grabbed one of the bottles of wine she kept hidden in her footlocker and uncorked it, pouring some into a little clear plastic cup. She took a drink and thought about calling one of her friends, but she had the whole weekend for that. She found herself glancing at her laptop, then sitting down, first convincing herself that she was just checking FacePlace, but after few minutes, she was sitting there in nothing but her panties and loading up the secret page. She didn’t even have to enter her code again, it just told her ‘Welcome Regina’ and she was back to browsing through the dorm maps again. She checked on the girls she’d seen in the showers that morning, and saw some new videos and pictures, and she clicked on one time stamped after their showers. They were both naked, one of them sitting at the computer, but getting up as they both started drying off some more and getting out clothes for the day.

**The Games She Plays (Part 2) [F][MF][FF][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

**The Games She Plays (Part 2) [F][MF][FF][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

Note: Link to Part 1 is in the comments section.

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**Part 2**

Regina took her laptop back to her room, half scared to open it up, but she trusted Indira to know what she was doing. She opened her computer and saw that the folders of pictures were still there. Indira hadn’t deleted anything, and while Regina didn’t know much about computers, she saw the files were buried deep in the system of computer, folder within folder, within folder. She closed some of the open pictures but found herself looking at the screencaps of Indira smiling in her nudity. She wasn’t shy, and part of Regina wondered why she wasn’t willing to share her photos with IT rather than hers, but it did kind of look like Indira was showing off for the webcam, while Regina’s pictures had hidden camera quality to them. She opened a video and saw herself standing naked in front of the mirror from the other night. She hadn’t paid attention at the time, but she was touching her breasts and running her hand through her bush in a surprisingly suggestive way. Regina hoped her friend would be sparing with the pictures and not show any of the videos.