collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
My girlfriend just wants to get off by has a fantasy of me watching, but were ldr so we had to try the next best thing…. Okay not the next best thing, but a thing.
You get her off on discord texting while I watch.
Her type : men, 40s, dad bod or a bit bigger, cyclist, nerd
I was (well, still am) an only child that has never been attracted to my mother, aunt, or grandmother (or dad, uncle, or grandfather for full transparency). In spite of this, I have an incredibly deep ingrained incest fetish that dictates the porn I consume and the roles I play out when with my various partners. I recently went down a rabbit hole with a partner about where we first tried something or when we knew we were into a particular kink and I thought it would be interesting to share.
I know exactly when the fetish began. I was in elementary school and attending a friend’s birthday party at Discovery Zone. A classmate and I ended up in an area under a climbing obstacle, almost completely hidden from everyone. I don’t know what was said but we shared our first kiss in that play area. It was a light peck on the lips, nothing more as we were so young but when I got home, all I could think about was doing it again. She was a very good friend of mine and there was obvious play yard flirting that had led to this moment and all I wanted was for more of it to occur.
Ron couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. The confusion and worry over Harry’s disappearance had caused him to forget all about the reward Hermione had promised him. His excitement growing Ron felt his cock begin to rise at the prospect of what he was about to do with Hermione.
Ron was still a little bit confused however.
‘What’s that bottle your holding?’ Ron asked curiously.
‘It’s lubrication, if your going to have anal sex with me then your going to need this else its going to be really tight.’ Hermione explained.
It still amused Hermione that Ron still didn’t know about muggle products. So promising herself that one day she will teach him some muggle studies she approached her boyfriend and sat down on the bed.
Ron was lost for words. He still couldn’t comprehend what he was about to do so he just sat motionless.
Hermione was becoming impatient. She’d been looking forward to this moment all day and now Ron was lingering. Was Ron having second thoughts about anal? She hadn’t exactly asked if he wanted to do it, she had just assumed that as a horny teenager he would be up for anything.
Will opened the door to his new flat and crossed the threshold.
“Hello?” No one had answered after the fourth firm knock so he tried the door handle and it had opened rather invitingly. He dropped his bag in the entrance hall and scratched the back of his head. Where was everyone? He raised his voice. “Is anyone home!?” His voice travelled through the house, bouncing off the walls.
“One second!” A feminine voice called out from inside somewhere.
Will felt a tingle and excitement rock his entire body. He always felt this way when he was about to meet some new feet.
The steps sounded closer and he took controlled breaths in an attempt to calm down in the excitement of impending feet. Come on Will, there’s plenty of time to ogle if you’re living with a girl.
The familiar sound of leather slapping against sole came closer and Will had to grit his teeth. A short girl with light hair rounded the corner and Will’s eyes shot straight to the floor before her.
“Hi Hannah!” Eva’s cheerful voice and bright smile greeted me at the doorstep. “We were just wondering where you were”, she continued. Behind her was Anna, who waved hello at me. I smiled back. “Hi guys, sorry about the delay, the bus was running late thanks to the snow.” The snowing had continued for a few days now, and it had promptly started right after our exams. As a celebration for surviving the first half of the academic year, Eva had invited Anna and me for a little slumber party.
I stepped in. The scent of gingerbread already reached my nose. We shared hugs and our how-are-yous, and after I took off my winter jacket we entered the living room. They had both slipped into their pyjamas already. Eva was a tall girl with curly light brown hair to the shoulders; her onesie pyjamas depicted the same coloured teddy bears with a light green base. Anna on the other hand was about my height, with short black bangs and thick black glasses. She had a pair of light grey two-piece pyjamas. One of the reasons I adored my friends is that they shared my appreciation for these wonderfully cliché Christmas celebrations and pyjama parties. The little plastic Christmas tree bought on a student’s budget breathed new life to her living room.
My Dom (32M) and I (28F) had booked an hotel and just had a rough session. He asked me if I trusted him. If I didn’t, this was the time to speak up. I was a bit confused and had no idea what was about to happen. He told me that we would get out, but we had to be quick to get ready. I shouldn’t ask any questions, but freshen myself up, put on some nice make up, my fishnet stockings and harness. He told me how many minutes I had (3 minutes! 2 minutes!) and I thought he was just bullying me. When I was ready he told me he wanted to play with me first. I needed to sit down on my knees on the bed and cuff one hand. I got my vibrator and got told to edge. He tied a choking tie around my neck and started to blindfold me with a lint. I got headphones over my ears with music and my other hand got tied behind my back.
My [30M] fiance [26F] have been together for roughly 4 years. Our sex life is excellent; we typically have sex 2-3 times per week, and are very connected to each other. Because of this, we try to explore new ways to increase and enhance our sex life, so it doesn’t become routine or boring. We have always been open in communicating and making sure that the other person is getting what they want. This has led to some really fun sessions, including role play, light bondage, and anal (on both of us. Guys, if you haven’t ever had your girl get you off with a plug up your ass, you’re missing out). Thanks to subreddits like /r/hotwife and /r/hotpast, I have started asking her to tell me stories of her previous partners while we have sex. I always find it so hot to think about her with someone else, and I’ve learned so much about her. Like that she was given an award in her dorm for loudest orgasm after her work boss fucked her. Her list isn’t extensive though, so we’ve already run out of stories. I half-joke with her that she needs to make some new ones to tell me. I’m not into the cuckold fantasy, but sharing is something that we have started talking about, but I never really thought would come to fruition. Until last weekend.
“Cheating On My Longtime Boyfriend With A Redditor, Who Knew How To Fuck My Ass”
My boyfriend and I have been together for close to eleven years. I love him. I love him so much. Something happened last week that has consumed my thoughts, since it happened. What I did was so out of character for me. Everything about it got me so hot, even thinking about it now. I think a lot had to do with the whole naughtiness of it, and the ‘not getting caught’, got me so turned on. I’m wet thinking about it. I would have never thought that I’d do something like this in my life.
I’ve always been the good girl. I always did what my parents wanted, or expected, of me. When it came to my boyfriend, I always went out of my way to make him feel special. Whether I wanted to or not, if he enjoyed something, sexually, I did it, for him.
I’m a tiny girl. Petite, if you will. I’m 5’2”, and weigh about 108 lbs. People tell me that regardless of my size, I still have the body of a woman. Good hip to waist ratio. Smaller tits, but, I’m not complaining.
Ok, so one of my favorite jobs of all time was delivering pizza in my hometown. The freedom of being on the road, knowing the area, the car stereo and a New England Summer. My route included Rye Beach, NH and North Hampton. On a super busy night I get a delivery to an apartment above a small Harley dealership. The door opens and it’s a very attractive blonde woman in her 20s. I was 18 at the time.
She was about 5’3″, blue-eyes, light complexion, very perky tits, and toned legs.
We exchange small-talk, I’m trying to use eye contact to flirt with her. She asks me “Have you ever been late?”. I went into full nerd-mode and began to explain how sometimes I have to go down towards the beach, then all the way towards Hampton. She replies “That’s not what I meant”. It hit me then, that she wanted me to stay for a bit.
I stood there frozen, feeling like I blew my opportunity. I knew exactly what she meant now, and while I had two more stops, my polite good-bye was just as much because I was embarrassed I missed my cue.
Prologue
Inez made three staccato knocks on the door and waited. Dead silence. She stared down the empty hallway, hands idly tugging at the hem of her thin t-shirt. Some contractor had tried to mask the years of wear inside this anonymous high rise with a fresh coat of eggshell paint and the fumes were starting to make her nauseous. Inez puzzled over the generic modern art scattered through the hallway for a few languid minutes, then the front door cracked open and snapped her mind into the present. There was no sound of unlatching locks. James, scruffy and disheveled, leaned out into the hall. True to form he was decked out head to toe in Adidas.
“Athleisure suits you.” She said and flashed a grin.
“Come on in.” said James and returned a bemused smile. “The plants are in here.” He said as he turned around and motioned for her to follow.
“No how-are-you? No pleasantries?” she asked, feigning indignation. The question stopped James. In a heartbeat she caught an all-too-deliberate straightening of his posture. The instant he turned to face her something crystallized beneath Inez’s consciousness. Why did that little joke land like a jab? Was James acting strange? Did she tell anyone where she was going? Why was the apartment already empty? Is 6 months as coworkers enough to know a person? What are the odds? What are the signs? These were all the questions she learned to
ask and answer in a heartbeat.