I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, tangled in my dress. I remembered kissing Chris goodnight in the cab, but it wasn’t until I was lathering up in the shower that I remembered the feelings of want and need during the ride, or how at home I felt resting in his arms. Then I remembered putting his dick in my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose and letting the water wash over me. “Two days as a woman, and I’m already a slut.”
But was I? I considered the evening in detail. At some point, I’d stopped worrying about keeping Chris interested in me for the sake of getting his help with my situation, or out of a need to pay him back for his kindnesses. I wasn’t sure when, but pretty early on I’d started having fun. Chris was charming and intelligent, and talking to him was fun and engaging.
I tried to think of the last date I’d been on that had been fun like that. Sure, I had a lot of “fun”, but that mostly consisted of finding a woman who was either drunk, desperate for attention, or just plain stupid, flashing her a smile, and taking her home to fuck her brains out. Talking for hours to someone romantically interested in me just didn’t happen in my old life.
Not old, I reminded myself. Suspended. Stolen. I was getting my body back, definitely. I had to. And sure, maybe things would be a little different. Maybe I’d look at some smarter women. But I would be me again, and long before I let this borrowed body change who I was.
I used more mouthwash than is usually wise and treated my hangover by choking down some coffee and toast, ignoring the minty aftertaste, then headed into the office. I’d realized that if I was going to keep my job, I’d need to get some things done in person. I’d sent messages ahead to HR letting them know I’d hired my “sister” as a personal assistant and that she would be coming up to get my files and sort things out.
Tag: Fisting
Alyona, the slut I denied
I had met up with my friends (Eric [my best] and James [his neighbor]) one night at a park in downtown near an Asian convenience store that would sell us alcohol. My best friend had brought along a girl he met (Alyona) lifeguarding. He told me she sucked him off in the pool shower during his break earlier that day. She was a blonde Russian girl with a ballerinas figure. She liked to wear leather boots with dark colored jeans and a leather jacket. I didn't pay her much mind, I was more interested in getting drunk with my friends. James and I were pouring vodka on the ground and lighting it on fire, trying to make designs out of it. Eric was off to the side with Alyona's hands in his pants.
Soon after Alyona had to leave. Eric left with her to take her back to the metro. James and I decided that we should trail them to see what they were doing (at this point we were piss drunk). Aside from a kiss at the metro they didn't do much. When Eric walked back to us we shoved the bottle in his hand and congratulated him for the catch.
Meeting for the first time, the extended version [MF] [BD] [sm] [D/s] [spank]
[NB: I posted the first half of this story a ways back, but I'm including it again here for context, so if it seems familiar, keep reading.]
I'm disappointed because you can't come up here, and I'm trying to manage my feelings. I try to let myself feel the disappointment, temper it with rational thoughts. I'm concerned because negative feelings often turn to apathy, and I want to hold onto this. I don't want to tell you I'm disappointed because I'm not sure it's appropriate for me to care, and I don't know if you, like me, get weary when someone cares too quickly. As a compromise to myself, I jokingly say that we should meet in Havana instead, a throwback to my initial message to you. You say, "make it Kingston, and we'll take a puddle hopper." So we do, and you fly the plane. I don't know where or how the arrangements were made for the plane, but it's just me and you.
They Thought I was Sleeping [Str8] [MF] [cuck] [oral]
I had never been happier. Six months ago I met Amanda. She was amazing. Smart, creative, funny, and absolutely gorgeous. I couldn't believe she was into me. We had tons in common too. She'd rather chill on the couch than party or spend an exhausting night out. She was my speed, slow and steady. Lucky me, because most women I knew considered me boring. She got along great with my best friend too. It was a huge benefit having my roommate and live in girlfriend be so close.
Right now the three of us were watching television. I was slouched on the recliner resting my eyes, and Amanda and Jacob were sharing the couch. I wasn't interested in the show though. In fact, I was dead tired and about two seconds from falling asleep. I had a long day and really just wanted to curl up in bed with Amanda. And that was what I was about to suggest before I heard a purr.
At first I didn't think anything of it. Not a lot got my attention when I was half asleep. But, a second purr followed. It was playful, but labored. Had Jacob gone to bed? Did Amanda want to have some fun?
35M36F 9am First order of business. Fuck Jennys throat!?!
I have posted before about how I hooked up with an old work friend Jenny and although we have had a few quickies I havent written much else.
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The sex is good with her when we get a chance to do something but with my wife and fwb and her dating from time to time we keep it sweet and infrequent.
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I came into the office this morning and introduced the staff to their trainer for the day. I couldn't wait. Most of the company in safety training all day means I have a blissful day of not being interrupted while I get my stuff done. I settled down with a coffee knowing the only other people in our corner of the site was Jenny sorting out Patent requests and our receptionist Maggie. About half 9 Jenny burst in.
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Jen: "Quick I'm stressed as fuck and Mags is out to the post office".
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[m/m] Well howdy neighbor
I spend a lot of time surfing reddit and my favorite adult personals site searching for cock to suck but I hardly ever find it. Sometimes the other guy just creeps me out. Sometimes I am OK with seeing where it goes but I don't jump in the sack fast enough and the guy disappears. Other times, things seem to work out but we fail to hook up for "logistical reasons" (time, place, hosting, etc.) When I do hook up with someone from the internet it's only after hours of conversation where I am totally comfortable, the where/when/what is all mapped out, etc.
This night was different.
It was about 11pm. A message popped up. A guy nearby, broadcasting a webcam. I pull up his cam and watch him play with his cock for a bit. We chat for a while, small talk, etc. We figure out that not only are we in the same community but in adjacent neighborhoods — we are in adjacent subdivisions separated by a main arterial street and he's literally only like a quarter mile away. I remark that this is very convenient if we "ever" want to get together, "someday". It being 11pm I'd already given up on having the proper time to get to know someone new so hooking up with him that night was (at that point) out of the question.
You make me expose myself while you stroke yourself on the subway. exhib, m-solo, voy, dom play, humil, reluc, M/ftM
I've been encountering stories of men who like to jack off on the subway. I want to find one of you.
I want you to sit across from me in an empty car and stare at me until I'm terrified. Your face breaks into a delicious smirk and I'm completely thrown off balance. Then you to shift your hips forward to the edge of the seat and sprawl in front of me, with your hard cock pulsing against your jeans. You get harder and I see your cock twitch as you watch my cheeks flush and I part my mouth in shock. I can't hide my arousal from you, it's too intense. You dominate the entire space and fill my senses with your presence. Your scent wafts forward and I taste you on the air. My heart is pounding.
You casually unbutton your jeans and it becomes hard to breath. You slide your zipper down and your cock juts out, riveting my attention. Of course you don't have anything on underneath. You chuckle as I finally suck in a breath of air and slowly, you wrap your fingers around your shaft. My mouth snaps shut. I long to taste you.
Nothing to do when it rains.. (m24/f23)
It's been a while since I posted, hope I'm not too rusty. ;) I had an awesome night last weekend that I'd repeat in a minute. A guy I had met a few times before through friends, Sam, came by to make the rainy night a lot less boring.
I was wearing a baggy, long-sleeved white tshirt from the beach with a pair of leggings when he knocked. My long, blonde hair reached below my chest and I had left it to dry on its own after showering earlier. A touch of mascara was the only make up on my green eyes, a pink cotton bra the only underwear I bothered to wear.
Little Hiru vs. The Demon
Black clouds gathered above empty streets and high-rise buildings. Inside, people were glued to their television screens, as they’d been for days. News anchors spoke of hateful creatures. devilish things, roaming the Earth – unleashed as temperatures rose and polar ice melted. The first had been spotted in Russia, a juggernaut, racing across a frozen tundra. Boring large pits into the earth for some as of yet unknown reason. After the first demon, many more followed. They spread across the globe, each wreaking their own personal brand of havoc.
The demon now above Madison, Wisconsin was particularly nasty. Commanding storms, it could demolish a city in a single night without ever taking its corporeal form or stepping foot on the ground. It had carved a path down the East coast of the US and had made its way to the Great Lakes region. There was little left of Chicago and it seemed Madison was the next on its list. A swirling black cloud formed over the capitol building. It condensed and flattened into a disc. From the disc a dark black pillar of cloud shot down. Swirling, it devoured the building with ease before being sucked back into the clouds above. A pile of rubble, like the aftermath of an explosion, stood in its wake. Dark pillars shot down across the city, destroying office buildings at random.
[MF HJ/oral] Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part VI – Wingmen and Wantonness
We took a cab to the pub a half hour early. I asked Kat about being “fashionably late,” but she explained that it was only a good idea to do that if you don’t like the guy very much. And I had to admit, I liked Chris. He was a good person, and might be my ticket back to my own life if his “contacts” panned out.
“Quit messing with your dress,” Kat warned me as we walked down the steps to the entrance.
“I can’t help it, it feels like it’s gonna ride up every step I take.”
“Jesus, you’d think you never wore a tight skirt before! Your ass will hold it down. Look, there’s Diana. Let’s go.”
I had to admit, the way my dress clung to my hips made it seem unlikely that it would hike up too far. It was a backless number in an almost-burgundy red color, with just enough of a gap in the front to show off some cleavage. It was somewhere between “classy” and “slutty”, and I could feel people staring.
Katlyn wasn’t much better, clad in a strapless blue dress. Her skirt was a little longer than mine, because according to her “The main attraction gets to show more leg”. She’d even switched to flats after it had become obvious I would never be able to walk in heels. To be honest, Kat was already the best wingman I’d ever had, and my date wasn’t even there yet.
Diana had claimed a corner booth for us through some sort of Amazonian magic, possibly owing to the fact that her biceps were nicer than the bouncer’s. Cindy joined us soon after, all smiles and excitement, and Katlyn made the necessary introductions.
“Now listen,” she said, staring at us seriously. “Shawna is new to hetero dating. Our goal tonight is to evaluate the Viking and determine whether he deserves to be her first boyfriend. It’s a sacred duty. He’s bringing friends, and if we ladies have to jump on an uggo grenade to get the job done, I expect each of you to step up. I ask nothing of you that I would not do myself.”
Diana smirked, nodding toward the door. “I don’t expect that to be much of a problem,” she said.
Chris had just walked in, flanked by three other men. As much as I hated to give in to my new body’s ideals, I had to admit: they were gorgeous. Clean-shaved, chiseled chins, nice hair, and varying degrees of buff. Shawn Milner would have fit in nicely with this crowd. Maybe after this was all over I’d have to look these guys up.
Chris scanned the room, squinting while his eyes adjusted to the darkened room. His gaze finally fell on me, and a smile spread across his whole face.
I waved hello and he led his friends over. “Shawna,” he said, still smiling. “Ladies. This is Adam, Jake, and Ben.”
Katlyn took over and made the necessary introductions, scooting Diana and Cindy to the edge of the booth. It was a half-circle, and her move had placed me in the center, with Chris on my left. Adding his friends to the bench left us just enough room to maybe slide a menu between our thighs if we’d wanted to.
I found I didn’t particularly want to. One waitress and drink order later, and we were chatting amiably, although mostly about Chris and his life, thanks to Katlyn’s rather pointed questions.
We learned a lot in a very short time. Chris was about the same age I was, and he worked in communications at a large downtown business. He had a degree, no pets, and liked to unwind by running long distances or playing team-based video games. He had no allergies, and felt that the question of whether he wanted a family was one he should discuss with his partner before answering.
“Kat,” I said, cutting her off before she could get too personal, “maybe someone else should say something, too. Like you, for instance. What do you do, anyway?”
Kat grinned. “Journalism, if you can believe it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. That’s pretty believable.”