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[MFMF] [Group] Unexpected Cruise Adventure

**all names changed for sake of privacy**

Longtime lurker here without a whole lot of titillating personal experiences myself. But there was this one time…. Always wanted to share here, but never could be bothered to write it all down. I guess we can thank winter weather and airport delays for finally making this happen:

The story takes place during my final year of medical school. For those who aren’t familiar with the American Med School system, typically our first two years are classroom based, the third year consists of vigorous and brutal clinical rotations, and the fourth year, with the exception of a few mandatory rotations, is largely a choose-your-own-adventure story to allow students to prepare for their specific residencies. After getting ¾ of the way through med school, though, you can bet more than a few students use this renewed freedom to live a “normal” life for a bit again, whatever that means. Read more »

Touching Myself Thinking of You [female masturbation]

I don’t want to touch myself thinking of you. I don’t, but I can’t help it. I don’t want my hands to trace my body and make my torture without you all the more powerful. But I need it, and need you. This need for you won’t stop. It’s worse than thirst, worse than hunger, worse than fatigue. Because I can’t quench it. I’ve tried, but nothing will satisfy me but you. I don’t want to touch. It’s useless to do it, I can’t finish, it only makes my torture worse. But I NEED it. I don’t want the fantasy to form in my mind, I don’t want to dirty you with my thoughts. I contradict myself. I can’t stop my hands from fisting in my hair, gripping my neck, caressing my breasts, traveling downward… It’s like they aren’t even my own hands, they disobey me. They don’t listen to me and what I want, they know better than me. I imagine they’re your hands now, and I can’t help it. I need it, I need you. Read more »

[mF] Mrs. Lefebvre & I: Vol. 01 [Hypno, Teacher]

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1997. It’s late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it, with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose, that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season.

And I was missing out on all of it…

I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged music cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Those couple of hours spent silently brooding in detention gave me plenty to think about, kinda like how being locked-up in the slammer will make you comb through your whole life, searching for the mistakes that defined your downward path.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. What was *my* mistake? The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was the hay-day of Bart Simpson, after all.

Well, I’ll tell you… Read more »

[mF] Mrs. Lefebvre & I: Vol. 01 [Hypno, Teacher]

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1997. It’s late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it, with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose, that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season.

And I was missing out on all of it…

I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged music cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Those couple of hours spent silently brooding in detention gave me plenty to think about, kinda like how being locked-up in the slammer will make you comb through your whole life, searching for the mistakes that defined your downward path.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. What was *my* mistake? The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was the hay-day of Bart Simpson, after all.

Well, I’ll tell you… Read more »

27 JAGed Pills ch 3, p1 [mF, mf, inc, ms, alien, rape, tentacle, mind break, fat fetish, cons, hung]

Jerry and I returned home late that night. I didn’t ask him about Caroline. I did tell him, he had better fuck Lana for a week, for breaking his promise. I don’t think he hated his punishment.

“Okay.” He said. He went to bed.

I looked in on Rory. I sighed at the sight. The bed frame sagged under her. She wheezed unconsciously. I blew her a kiss and whispered, “Sleep well.”

I crawled into my bed and ran down two sets of batteries.

“Rory was still sick the next morning. I was walking to her room, when she ran out and into the bathroom.

I heard her vomit and flush. I found her pale and sweating.

“My stomach really hurts, Mom.” She looked piteous. “Do I have to keep taking those pills?” She was crying.

“NO!” I shouted. “I’m going to kill that doctor and blow up that stupid research lab.” Unfortunately stopping the drug required a lengthy time of decreasing dosage. Read more »

[MF] Helping out friend leads to unexpected road head, TWICE.

EDIT: Sorry for the long story, but it WAS pretty amazing!

 

This true story happened in 2015 and it has become one of my favorite sex memories. In short the story is about how I received unexpected road head twice by a friend for helping her move some boxes from her storage unit. Why is it so memorable? Probably because it was some of the best head I have ever received.

 

Backstory:

 

It all started when I went out one night with a buddy to a clubby part of town to hopefully get some numbers and flirt with some girls.

 

As the night went on we each met our fair share of women, but then my buddy did what he always annoyingly does when he senses he will successfully hookup with a girl…. he isolates her away from any/all other male competition by irish-goodbying from the bar (IE: leaving with the girl without saying a word to anyone). I found myself alone early in the night, but was determined to end the night on a high note.

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[fF+] Wild Roses pt. 5: Unwise Things [bd] [fdom]

Throught summer and autumn, Summer’s education at the hands (and often lips) of Greenfinger continued, and with every day that passed, her powers became sharper and more focused. Under the witch’s tutelage, she learned to call forth cool fire and warm wind, to shape plants, to call thunder and lightning, rain and snow, and even to banish them, for sun-, moon- and starlight. Finally, soon after snow began to fall, Greenfinger decreed that she was ready for unwise things not of the forest, and led her to the cabin by the pond.

Inside was a wild cacaphony of noise, color and smell, with jars and bottles, scrolls, books and tablets from every corner of the world stacked in the hundreds on the shelves that lined the walls of the laboratory, the room itself much larger than the outside of the little hut would suggest. A strange twinge of recognition ran through Summer as she paced along the shelves, but she could not place the feeling, and soon put it out of her mind.

“There’s so much…” she said, trailing off as a particularly bright bottle caught her eye. Read more »

[MF] Coworker ride home. (First post)

When I started my new job as a single 27 year old, finding romance in the workplace was the furthest thing on my mind. My entry level position at an insurance company placed me in the center of a room full of cubicles populated mostly by women. Most are well above my age demographic and the few that could present possibilities were married.

After a few months I found myself in a budding new relationship with Natalie who I met at a friend’s wedding. What she didn’t know was I had been, not so innocently, flirting with a married coworker named Jamie. Jamie was a sweet, innocent, and beautiful 24 year old that had been married since she was 19. At 6′ 1″ I rarely went for girls on the shorter side, but Jamie became my addiction. She was 5 feet and 1 inch of pure sex appeal. Her curly dark blonde hair bounced as she walked. I could tell that both of our faces would light up when we saw each other. Read more »