collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
No topics or fantasies are off limit. MM FF MF MMF MFF it doesn’t matter I will write it.
Please message me one sentence describing your fantasy and if I select, I will write tonight and post tonight.
Unfortunately I can only write one story at a time so if I don’t select yours I apologize.
**Continuing adventures of Katie and Kayla, their mom, Alice and her brother, Scott, and confession time with mom.**
During the week, Alice had let her mom know she was coming over and found her dad was going to golf, her company would be most welcome. She let Scott know this is what she was going to do and asked Scott if he could join them. Scott’s kids were still of an age they needed a parent to get them around so left that duty to his wife for the day.
Pulling into his parent’s driveway, he could see that Alice was already there – then he saw that dad’s car wasn’t. Fuck! he thought, What’s she up to?
Scott didn’t have a key, so rang the doorbell, quickly answered by Alice. She welcomed him in and as soon as the door was closed, she wrapped herself around him and kissed him, deeply, running her hand over his dick. “What the fuck?” Scott whispered. Alice smiled and said “You’ll see.”
Alice led Scott into he kitchen, where their mom was sitting at the table and two cups of coffee already half drunk. Alice made Scott a coffee and sat him down at the table. “Okay, I’m here, so what’s this all about?” Scott asked.
So, if you’ve ever followed me on here you’ll know I like a few things. I like to post pictures of myself naked online for the world to see and I like to be appreciated by redditors for the pictures I post. I think whenever we post nudes though there are always a few “what ifs” that we have. Specifically though, “what if someone I know finds me?” Well, it happened….
A few days ago I posted a picture to r/milf and not long after I got a message on one of my socials from someone who knows me. Sure, that might be nerve-wracking or hot depending on how you see these things but it’s a little more complicated than you might think. See, the guy who found me is none other than my childhood best friend and neighbour. That’s right, this is the boy I used to play with everyday growing up. He climbed the tree in front of my house, I painted his face, we had dinners with each other and we grew up together. He watched me go from a little girl to an awkward pre-teen to a pretty teenager. Then he watched as I met my high school sweetheart (now husband) and eventually lost touch.
I said in a previous post that I have a huge public sex fetish and I’ve spent my time living London indulging this in as many ways as possible! I’m retelling these stories now as we are all in lockdown in the UK and wishing for better times when we can go out and hook up again.
This was just before COVID hit last year. I matched with a French girl on Tinder who was in London for a few months to improve her English and was really just looking for a good time. She was an au pair for some kids in a posh part of central London (Chelsea), and had some free time whilst they were at school. We messaged for a bit and the conversation quickly turned sexual. We were both super horny and after exchanging a few Snapchats we were both ready to explode and agreed to meet later that afternoon near where she lived. Spontaneous and risky, but the best things usually are ;-) She couldn’t host, so I suggested I drive and we use my car….and she then confessed it had always been a fantasy of hers to give a bj to someone driving. Obviously I was happy to indulge that…and given that I had never been with a french girl and my love of public sex, we were both set to be happy!
**Chapter 5: The Words Themselves**
**Laura**
“I can’t believe she just took it,” said Nikki into Laura’s neck. The two women were curled into each other, naked and sweaty in Laura’s bed.
“I know. Not only that, she seemed to take it well. Very well.”
“You said she started working immediately?”
“Yup.”
“No Muse Session?” asked Nikki.
“Not tonight.”
“That’s why you’re in such a good mood,” purred Nikki. She kissed Laura’s neck.
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason.” Laura lowered herself and met Nikki’s eyes. “Can’t be anything else.”
Nikki kissed her. It was long and firm. Nikki’s lips held Laura’s, and nothing tore them apart. They didn’t need air or tongue. Nikki wanted her, and Laura needed to be wanted.
Laura broke away and smiled. She ran her hand over Nikki’s cheek, through Nikki’s hair. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever kissed,” she whispered.
Nikki rolled her eyes and sat up out of bed. “Funny,” she muttered.
“I thought so.” Laura took advantage of the space to stretch herself out. Nikki got up and started to put on her panties. She was wise enough not to wear a bra for this visit.
I will start that I’m very secure with my sexuality and I know what I like. Until that time I had never been with a guy, only girls. I didn’t have penis in vagina sex until freshman year of college. Up till then I had only been touched before for very short amounts of time, or over clothing.
I was swiping on tinder just because and I was looking for a quick hookup (as one does on a Saturday morning). My roommate had gone home for the weekend so I had the whole room to myself. I matched with this girl and we started talking and she added me on Snapchat. We talked and I sent her some pics, and she liked what she saw. I asked her to come over and she said yes.
However, as I was prepping myself, she messaged me again saying she wasn’t who she claimed to be. She revealed herself to be a guy I had met before who was looking to give some head. I was surprised but also kind of intrigued. He asked if I still wanted him to come over. I thought about it and came to the conclusion that college was the time to experiment, so I said yes.
*This is just a little fantasy of mine. I, now, prefer to picture my Master as the professor*
I am an advanced literature student, who the young and handsome, yet stern professor has taken a special interest in. Today, he asked me to stay after class because I skipped a reading assignment. As the students filter out, I make my way to the front of the hall. The professor asks me to take a seat in the front row. He remains seated at his desk reading a document as the hall empties. He asks the last student to close the door on their way out. He then turns his attention to me, asking if I take his class seriously. Knowing I’m in trouble, I look towards the ground and tell him that of course I take it seriously.
The professor then picks up the document that he was reading, and walks over to me. He gently grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him, then pulls until I’m standing in front of him, with my chin still in his hand. He looks me in the eyes for a moment before moving his fingers from my chin and handing me the document in his other hand, saying that he’d like to add this piece of literature to my assignment, to make up for the missed reading. I ask him when he would like me to have it finished, and he says “before you leave this room.”
**This is my first story and was a lot of fun to write! It’s a bit of a slow burn but i hope you enjoy :)**
*all characters depicted in this story are fictional, of legal age and any similarities to real people are completely coincidental.*
Eliani the Huntress moved silently through the silver trees as she stalked her unaware quarry.
The buck was tall and strong; it’s meat would provide her village with food all throughout the winter unless it proved an especially long one.
She came to a silent stop at the same time as the buck and unstrung her bow carefully. She knocked an arrow tipped with feathers from an albino peacock blessed by her village’s Shaman to provide true aim and let it fly. The blessing proved strong and the buck fell quickly. A clean kill.
Eliani started toward the felled beast but paused as she heard a sharp snap from her left, followed by loud voices approaching quickly.
She slunk back into the trees, casting her silver cloak over herself for camouflage and watched as a group of men entered the clearing laughing and chattering amongst themselves. They stopped suddenly when they noticed the dead buck in front of them.
I want to take you to bed and throw you down onto it. Climb on top of you as my mouth finds your lips and neck. My bare body pressed against yours before I pull away to give space for my hand to find your breast while yours find my member. You stroke my cock with a nice,slow, but firm grip as I let out a “Fuck!” I lean in to kiss you ferociously as my fingers trail down the curve of your breast, down your stomach, until they find their way to your clit. You pull away from my lips as you moan out softly while you give my cock a gentle squeeze. I go to kiss and nibble on your neck as I begin to run my fingers through your tight lips and start teasing you with slight insertion using the tips of my fingers. Your moans becoming louder as you begin stroking my member with nice pace. I trace circles around your clit as you quicken the paces of your hands on my member. I burry my face in your neck as my cock unloads all over your beautiful breasts and stomach.
Joe had thought long and hard about what Rose had asked of him. He knew that Andrew was a strong, fit, virile alpha male, but was confident that his beloved girlfriend would always adore him. After their first encounter with the rugged bull, she had assured him that she only had eyes for him, and that bringing Andrew into the bedroom was simply a way to spice things up and try something new together. Though Joe had felt excluded in their first session, Rose assured him that by being excluded specifically, he was in fact engaging in a fantasy of hers. Rose explained that while she was interested in a traditional threesome at first, she realized that what she truly wanted to experience, was cuckolding.
Joe was hesitant at first, wondering how healthy this could really be for their relationship. When he thought back on that night, remembering how weak and helpless he felt, he knew that he could do it. Although he did feel weak and helpless, he also felt something that, at the time, he could not explain or describe. Something about it felt right, like he was meant to be pushed aside and forced to watch as a true man pleasured his woman right in front of him. He remembered his cock, stiff and throbbing in his hand, his absolute loss of control as he watched Andrew slide his bare cock into Rose’s welcoming pussy. He remembered whimpering slightly as he furiously masturbated to the sight of his girlfriend’s face twisting in the sweet agony of orgasm at the hands of another, a real man.