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Nabila gets a taste of the US

Hello, this is part 1 of a multi part story. I'm posting just part 1 for now to gauge response. This is a story based on my own experiences. Let me know what you guys think? *Sorry about that strange bright blue on white text.

PART 1: America… Almost a year here and I am still figuring things out. Nabila gazed upwards, fighting a sense of vertigo, dark brown eyes watching the New York skyscrapers catch the oranges, reds, and purples of dusk. Around her, crowds of men and women brushed passed, some shaking their heads, some staring her up and down.

When she realizes what she was doing her cheeks redden just a hint. She fidgets with her hijab, adjusting the dark blue cloth before shuffling quickly down the stairs to wait for the train. Late… It’s always late… the six train rumbles to a screeching stop, she squeezes passed a few riders. Ugh..too slow…I have to stand She looks up and stretches out her arm, barely reaching the bar above the filled seats. After a sudden shake as the train rolls forward, she is on her way home. Read more »

Mother’s Little Helper: Chapter 6 [M/F] [drugs] [prost] [reluc]

Mother's Little Helper
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Part One – Chapter 6

We all left the room together and once we were in the lobby I blinked because it was already light outside. I hadn't noticed it in the room, the drapes had been closed, or something, but I could see the street outside, empty of traffic and that cold, washed out grey color of early dawn. I looked at the front desk and they had a clock, of course. It was just after five in the morning and I tried to understand how I could have spent about six hours, maybe seven, in a hotel room fucking three strangers. It had seemed like two hours at the most and I wondered if I was remembering everything that we'd done and I seriously doubted it.

Lance dropped the keycard at the desk and the guys were leaving, walking out with laughs and smiles and I jerked to life, walking quickly to catch up.

"Hey…Wait…I have to get home!" I said. "I need my purse!"

"What?" Lance grinned at me.

"I don't have any money or anything." I said. "I have to get home." Read more »

Convention after-party turns into swinger couple inviting (M)e to join them. (M/F, another M watched)

Howdy Reddit! Long time first time so bear with me as I am by no means a writer but had to share this awesome encounter I had over the weekend.

It began late Saturday night just as a huge convention was starting to wind down and the heavy drinking began. I was with a co-worker, another dude, on the trip and around 2AM my buddy was way way too drunk to continue so I helped carry him back to the room and while on the way back down the hall I saw a hotel party in full swing. "com'on down guys!" the room yelled but I said sure and carried my friend inside, made sure he was face down on the bed and a bucket beside him just in case. So i went back out to the hallway because i wasn't ready to be done for the night.

Walked down the hall to the hotel party and this older woman maybe late 40s about 5'7" dark brunette MILF with big tits was walking up at the same time in front of me and did a sort of flirtatious shimmy. She was wearing like a silk teddy with her boobs essentially hanging out, and her husband proceeded to lift her shirt from behind her and flash me. "awesome." I said and fist pumped and walked to the hotel party. Read more »

Mother’s Little Helper: Chapter 5 [M/F] [drugs] [prost] [reluc]

Mother's Little Helper
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Part One – Chapter 5

I needed a snort of that coke and I had it before I even left the driveway, promptly backing into our mailbox two minutes later, and that made me laugh and swear and try it again. That pill hadn't been enough. Two pills and a hit of coke, now two hits, it wasn't enough. Not for a day like the one I was having and I wasn't in a mood for more family court in my kitchen.

"Fuck him." I shook my head, driving slowly because I knew I was fucked up.

I went to Gary's house, but it was dark and empty, like he'd said it would be and I frowned. I wanted to be with someone who didn't care. Who didn't have a family. Who could just help me relax, and thinking all that, it made me wonder why I'd thought of Gary. I wanted him to have sex with me, probably. I frowned at that thought too. Gary was an asshole. I hated him. So why had I come to his place? Because he'd give me more coke and then have sex with me, call me a whore and humiliate me and not give a shit about my problems. Read more »

Mother’s Little Helper: Chapter 4 [M/F] [drugs] [prost] [reluc]

Mother's Little Helper
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Part One – Chapter 4

"Late night, huh?" My husband neither smiled nor frowned, but just looked at me as I walked into the kitchen.

"Macaroni for breakfast?" I looked at the plate in front of my nine year old son, Jack Junior.

"It's noon." Jack said.

"It's lunchtime, mom." JJ smiled at me. "Dad put hot dogs in it."

"Good." I nodded and kissed the top of his head. "Daddy's a good cook, isn't he?"

"Uh-huh." JJ nodded.

"Where's Amy?" I asked, reaching for Jilly, my three year old, my angel. I picked her up just so I could give her a kiss and a snuggle and she giggled.

"The mall." Jack shrugged and I made a little face at that, but our oldest daughter was fifteen now and always gone someplace, despite my best efforts to rein her in.

"Eat your macaroni, baby." I said, putting Jilly back into her high chair and she was getting too big for that.

"What time did you get in last night?" My husband wondered, leaning against the counter now, crossing his arms over his chest. Read more »

Mother’s Little Helper: Chapter 2 [M/F] [drugs] [prost] [reluc]

Mother's Little Helper
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Part One – Chapter 3

"Is it Monday?" Gary grinned at me and I was holding Jilly in my arms.

"Shut up." I frowned, squeezing past the man.

"I'm hungry." Jilly said in a small voice and I shushed her.

"We're gonna go to McDonald's remember? Just…" I put her down on one of the stuffed chairs, "…sit there and be a good girl, okay?"

"Okay mommy." She nodded.

I'd picked her up from preschool and I'd been trying not to come here, to Gary's house, but I couldn't help it. I'd been out of coke since Wednesday. That gram had lasted three days and now it was Friday. I couldn't wait until Monday. I'd taken three pills the day before. I didn't have enough for the weekend.

"What's going on, Gina?" Gary asked me gently.

"I…I'm out." I said, looking into his eyes and then dropping my gaze as I felt weak and guilty and embarrassed all at once.

"Out of what?" He asked.

"You know what." I whispered, glancing at my daughter.

"Just tell me what you need." He said with a shrug. Read more »

The Train Station

Names changed for obvious reasons but this is a true story that took place in the summer of 2015. We have been in a relationship for about 2 years. I [28M] am studying electrical engineering and I had landed a dream summer co-op job with a very big utility company. The only kicker was that it was 6 hour drive away from home and I would have to move away. A little description of myself; I am 6 feet tall, 175lbs, blue eyes, short dark brown hair (usually spike the front up). The day this story happened I was wearing a stripped orange traffic FR shirt, beige cargo FR pants with silver visibility strips, black work boots and a yellow hardhat. I always heard that girls have a thing for guys in a uniform but I never believed it until I had that job.

Naomi is a 23 year old teacher, beautiful blonde hair, hazel eyes, about 5’4” tall, curvy with the biggest tits I have ever seen in my life (38DD) and a sexy round ass. She is a feisty Italian, high fashion always dressed to the 9’s, wherever she goes people (both guys and girls) are checking her out. She plays the good girl in public but when you get her in the bedroom she’s a total freak. Read more »

Overexposed [MF] [FF] [BDSM]

Safeword

You never feel more attention than in the moments you wish you could disappear. You shrink. Slump your shoulders. Cross your arms over your chest. Tuck your legs tight under your chair. But, no matter what you do, it’s impossible to ignore, much less deny, the auditorium-full of focused stares you can feel on you.

The room is so quiet, you can hear the squeak of your philosophy professor’s dry erase marker while she writes today’s topic on the whiteboard.

“Is Privacy Possible?” Professor Miriam Vegas reads the words she wrote. She turns to face the class. “In a world connected by the internet and social media, where we document, record, and share everything we do with the world, has the expectation for privacy become obsolete?”

Her eyes pause on you. It’s slight, but you catch her cringe. She tries to hide it by adjusting her glasses.

You sigh. It’s a nice effort, but about as subtle as flashing warning lights telling everyone not to look at you.

You just nod and hope it comes off confident and reassuring. Even if it isn’t true, you owe it to Professor Vegas to pretend. She’d been kind enough to send an email before class, to make sure you’d be all right during today’s discussion topic. Read more »

It’s not cheating if you don’t touch… [F/M]

A couple of years ago Jessica and I were ready to move out of home. We were engaged to be married early the next year, and while I’m sure Jessica had different reasons, a large part of the motivation for me was to have somewhere we could fuck without feeling like we were doing something illegal at our parent’s houses. Jessica was fit, toned and about 5’7. She dressed for sport when she wasn’t working, usually in a thong and yoga pants that showed off her perfect ass. Being an ass man, it was supremely frustrating to me that she only rarely initiated sex and palmed it off as frequently as possible, though she made up for it in other qualities.

Unfortunately, rentals where we wanted were priced out of our reach, so we put out feelers for potential housemates. Peter had been one of my closest friends for years and was in a relationship with Lily. We all hung out fairly regularly but the girls barely tolerated each other. You know when two people are just going to clash, so Peter and I had given up attempting to make them friends. They were polite to each other’s faces, so we left it at that. Read more »

Anonymous hookup at a restaurant [str8][MF]

Apologize for the length, but working on my general writing ability, and some short stories aren't going to be all that short.

A Girl, A Sketchbook, and Judging Ficus

Walking down with his friend through the dry park, the sound of the waves crescendo with each step, louder and louder. No hint of anger in their tumbles with the shore. “….there's a little corner spot on the bar, and don't worry if Manny doesn't seem to like you. He's just having difficulty keeping up with the new drinks so we put him off Friday front duty and over to the side. Plenty of space to work and eat though.” Mark added, “ he'll just seem a bit gruff.” Read more »