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28 [MF] Giving “Innocent” Korean girl a Creampie on a Fist Date

It’s been a while since I’ve written here, but a friend told me they wanted to read another story about my experiences. So here we go (:

One night not too long ago in the great city of San Francisco, I met a cute Korean girl on bumble. Let’s call her Soo.

Soo was a very diligent tech worker in the city. Her profile was barebones, with cute-type photos that shouted the “mainland girl” aesthetic. Frilly clothes, pale makeup, red lip.
Physically you couldn’t tell much from the photos, but it was a fine risk to take.

Soo wasn’t the best texter; in fact, she’d be be in the running for the worst. Still, we managed to have the regular cordial chat one expects on these sites. But given how she had a more innocent aesthetic, and I know that I tend to give innocent vibes on dating sites, I went out of my way to let her know that I was nowhere near as innocent as I looked. She replied that is ok, but she is very innocent herself. Read more »

The Challenge [MFF] [oral] [long]

I was doing nothing – watching TV – in my dorm room. It was after a long day and a long week so I was happy just to have some quiet time, but someone was knocking on my door.

“Who is it?” I yelled without getting up.

“Tressa! Open the door.” Tressa and I had an English Writing class together and we weren’t friends really, she was best friends with my ex, Caitlynn, but things with the ex were amicable and so Tressa and I got along ok in class. But I had no idea why she would come to my dorm room. Despite not wanting visitors right then, Tressa was cute, and even if it shouldn’t, that still counts for something, so I got up to open the door.

Tressa was standing in the hall with another girl from our class, some mousy first-year who I only half recognized. “This is Riley,” Tressa said, “she asked for me help with the paper due next week. She was over and we were talking about a problem she has and thought you might be able to help.” Tressa had a smirk growing that wasn’t quite making it into a smile. She was up to something, was she flirting? But I didn’t know her well enough to want to guess, just to be disappointed later. Read more »

Finding myself in college [FM]

So this happened three years ago in my freshman biology class and might be a little tame, but thinking about it just got me ridiculously hot and bothered, so I thought I’d share.

I had just moved very far from home to SoCal, and I was excited about re-making myself since I had been a serious introvert in high school with controlling parents. When I got to school I found that it was still really hard for me to meet new people and make friends (even though that is like the easiest time in your life to do it), plus I was still technically in a relationship with my boyfriend back home and he wanted to talk pretty much every night.

Fast forward five weeks, and I was !!really!! depressed. I had a few large groups that I’d hung out with, but it still felt like there was nobody here for me, and I was spending most night playing Stardew Valley and sleeping. I had been sitting one seat down from a boy named Will since the first week, but we always had an empty seat between us and never talked. That being said, I had definitely noticed him: he was probably 6′ tall (although I’m 5’5”, so everyone looks tall as fuck), with wavy dirty-blonde hair and bronze skin. More importantly, he always carried his skateboard in this particular *way* and spread his legs in his seat so that it seemed like the world was there just for him. Even though we’d never talked, it was like I could feel warmth from him on my right side every day. Read more »

[M]18 hidden treasure

So this is a recap of the long journey I am currently on and wanted to share with all those that have given me so much pleasure reading. AMA if you have questions. First time post so let me know how I did. Read more »

Insatiable – Latina Wife Seduces Husbands Best Friend [FM][Cheating][Blow Job][Hotwife]

My heels clicked against the hardwood floor as I walked through the five-bedroom house. I had my award-winning smile in place, pearly whites gleaming as I motioned to the different features of this house. Being a realtor was easy, especially when you looked like I did. Whoever said you hit your peak attractiveness in your twenties was out of their mind. I was thirty-five and had the body Kim Kardashian wished she was born with. Latina down to my perfectly manicured toes. My hair was thick, dark as night, and perfectly wavy. My skin was a delicious tan year-round. My eyes were dark and mysterious. I knew I looked good, and my confidence just made me that much more attractive to my clients.

This time was a bit different, however. I wasn’t showing around just some random client, I was giving Santiago a tour of this mini-mansion. He was one of my husband’s oldest friends, and I… well, I fucking wanted him. I’ve always wanted him. He was as hot as I was, his dark hair had started to grey at the temples and he had these big strong hands that I wanted to be wrapped around every bit of me. I wasn’t the good wife everyone thought I was. I’d had my fair share of affairs. My husband was… boring. And stupid. He never suspected a damn thing. Read more »

[MF] The Rebound (or how I stuck my dick in crazy)

Her name was Becky and she had been friends with Jess for years and had also been with one of my good friends for years. After things fell apart with Jess and I, she was also freshly separated and she made it a point to come to my comfort. Becky was a tall and busty milf (her son was two at the time and they shared custody,) with long sandy brown hair that fell between her shoulders, her bust was easily between a G and H, although she hid it well. She still had a bit of baby weight everywhere, but again she wasn’t unpleasant to they eye. Read more »

Evolution of an Alpha: Chapter 1 Scene 3: The Friends

I’m more of the introverted, give me some peace and quiet and space kind of guy, but here I am, being led by the hand through a hoard of people in a stuffy room blasting the latest stupid hip hop hit song. It’s good to get out of your comfort zone from time to time I guess. We exit the maze of people and spot our group at a side table, bottle service and all. Ayana let’s out a cute shriek, drops my hand and scurries over, arms outstretched. A tall girl with flowy brown hair let’s out an “OH MY GOOOODDDD” and meets her halfway for the hug. She’s wearing a tight minidress too. Of course she is, who isn’t in this place. Hell of a an hourglass body on this girl. Ayana turns to me to announce “this is Shevy, the girl I met in Iceland”. I smile hello. “Sooooo, your the guy Yanz is always talking about huh, I was expecting you to be taller” she teases, half joking half bitchy. “Shevy is my spirit animal” Ayana says, more to her than to me. Whatever the fuck that means I think. Behind Shevy is cute small girl wearing a skin tight hot pink top and a black pencil skirt. Clearly the shy one of the group. I like her already. She shyly smiles at me as she waits for her hug. I learn her name is Shay. Still sitting, because she wont be bothered to stand up, is Lea the Instagram girl, waving at Ayana and actively avoiding acknowledging me. I smirk. “Where’s Morry” I ask Lea directly as we sit down. Ayana takes her place on my lap, her dress pulls up a bit and my hand instinctively rests on her now completely exposed thighs. I’m beginning to feel the bulge forming in my jeans. Lea, now with no choice, faces me and says “getting another bottle for us, he loves helping” she ended with a giggle. I should have figured, the bottle service is actually Morry service. “Must be nice” I heard Shevy mumble. I decide to echo her. “Aw what a sweet guy” I hum with a fake smile, staring directly at Lea. My hand begins to travel closer to Ayana’s warm inner thighs and the bulge in my pants is still growing. Before she can answer I see Morry appear from behind Lea holding a tray. “Heres the drinks guy, I got you a vodka cran Lea, i know it’s your favorite, hey you guys made it”. Morry sets the tray down and stretches out a fist in my direction, calling for the obligatory fist bump. With one hand slowly rubbing Ayana’s now hot skin, I stretch out my other arm to reciprocate. I see Lea watching Ayana, who is now blushing and probably looks a bit hypnotized. “Yanz it’s been forever, let’s go dance” she screams as she gets up and grabs Ayana’s arm. Ayana snaps out of it and gets up. She leans in and loudly whispers in my ear “I’ll see you later baby”. Lea does the same with Morry and then steals a quick glance at me as they both turn and scurry towards the dancefloor. Shevy downs two shots of whatever, grabs the shy girl Shay, and they both follow suit. “Girls huh” Morry remarks as he sits down. I smirk as I watch the four sexy girls moving rythmaticaly to the music and grinding on each other’s spectacular bodies. Good thing I’m sitting because my cock is now rock hard. Ya, I think to myself, girls.

The Story of Cunt – Day Three [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

Day Three

Cunt awoke to the sound of footsteps sneaking into her room. She opened her eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror. She was happy with everything so far; she was still a smokeshow! As the footsteps got closer, she pretended to still be asleep, as she became aware of the nearby submissive, the same one who awoke her the morning before. She was preparing for the soft kiss, but instead, she was treated to a leashed collar being placed around her neck, followed by the sound of the same feet running away from her. Well, that was odd, but at least she finally had her collar. She opened her eyes just in time to see her door being thrown open. In the doorway stood Mistress.

Cunt felt like she hadn’t spoken much in her time here and, as Mistress stood silently in her doorway, she thought this might account for why she looked so mad, madder than usual even. Cunt opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately met by Mistress’ spit, going expertly directly into her mouth. She instinctively went to spit it out, but Mistress had other ideas, slapping her hard across the face, causing both of their saliva to smear across her reddening face. Before she had a chance to react, Mistress grabbed Cunt’s leash and pulled her to the ground in front of her, taking the opportunity to place her heeled shoes across Cunt’s outstretched hands, holding her in place. Read more »

In The Stalls

He swung the door open and looked inside. Quiet. No feet under the stalls. He ducked into one. He tapped a message into his phone. Moments later, the door opened again. He tapped his foot twice. She ducked into the next stall. “I only have a minute,” she whispered.

“That’s ok. This will only take a minute,” he said.

“A minute? Somebody got you worked up.”

“Deliveries always get me worked up.”

“You were already worked up.”

“Yes. Yes I was.”

“Shhh! Not so loud. Somebody might hear.”

“There’s nobody here but us,” he said. “This whole floor is only half occupied. And today is Friday.”

“I know, but still. What if somebody comes?” She trailed off.

“Somebody?” He laughed. “Somebody’s gonna come alright.”

“Someone else.”

“They can come too if they want to.”

“Degenerate bastard. I knew you were going to say that.”

“It’s alright. I’ll be quiet. You know me,” he said.

She snickered. “I do. You’re a pervert.”

“And yet. Here you are.”

“And yet. Here I am. And here I sit. You have it in your fist already, don’t you?” Read more »