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A Future Lawyer [MF] [Inc]

“Vr-Vr-Vrrrrrrrrr” the engine of my parents’ old boat kicked to life.

“Oh good,” my mother looked up from her book and out of the wide windows that overlooked the lake. “It sounds like Dad got the boat running.” She set her book down on the table next to her overstuffed chair. “Go get ready. We’ll probably head out soon.” Mom stood up from the chair, walked to the sliding glass door and stepped onto the patio. “How much longer, hon’?” she yelled down to my father.

“Probably 20 minutes?” Dad yelled back up.

“20 minutes.” Mom repeated, returning to the cool air of the house. She walked past me on the couch and down the hall to their bedroom.

I set aside my own book and headed down to the basement. I walked into my sister and my shared bedroom. I pulled closed the curtain that covered to floor-to-ceiling windows that faced out of the room and into the trees surrounding our house. It was probably 300 feet or so down to the waterfront, and even though the trees blocked any view you might have from the water, I still felt better closing them. Read more »

[M/F] Erotic sexts I sent to a girl I’m seeing Pt. III (Forced)

The ride home was a whirlwind of emotions. Your breath heavy, your chest heaving with each lungful of air. You sit at a stop light, feeling the wet puddle being created between your thighs and reach down and touch it with your fingertips, lightly, reaffirming to yourself that what happened was real. Your mind races as you realize this dress is probably ruined. Your pussy throbs. My cum mixed deep inside you. The hard cock slamming into your tight hole. The red ring around your neck…a loud beep breaks your thought as the light sits green. You blush and step on the gas, distracting your mind until you're home. You park on the curb outside your place and sit for a few minutes. You didn't think you’d ever be the type to be used like this but you can't stop thinking about it. Subconsciously, your hand traces over your neck and cleavage before settling on your inner thigh. A passing cars headlights snap you back to reality as you chastise yourself for almost masturbating in public. You clear your throat, grab your items and walk to your door. You fumble for your keys before finally unlocking the door. Stepping into your dark living room, you breathe a sigh of relief being home as you reach for the light switch. Read more »

The last night before [m]y girl[f]riend goes to America

My girlfriend likes it when I talk dirty to her, so I figured I would write this down and send her the link. I know she'll love it.

She's picked up some work in America for the next couple of Months so I'm writing this for her. Apologies if some of the identifying details are inconsistent; I've changed them.

My girlfriend and I work in the same area of the city; I introduced myself to her on our train one day because of how motherflippin' gorgeous she is. She is a tall, pale, leggy brunette. She has the greatest ass I have ever seen, a smooth, flat stomach, hazel eyes, she keeps her hair very short, a pixie cut that suits her like you wouldn't believe. I'm a bit shorter than her. I'm your average Guatemalan BJJ dude; short, brown skin, fairly stocky and with a buzzcut.

We've been dating for about a year and a half; I tend to go spend a night or two at hers every week, but she's been under the pump at work over the last month or so, and she has to go to the US on business for about 2 months. So two nights before she had to go home, I decided to take a night off from training and spend it with her. Her room mates were supposed to be out for the evening, but they were going to come back later in the evening. Read more »

Hilly and Ben – Their First Date 4 [mf][Str8][oral][mast]

Click on my name for the previous story called The Choir Trip or the first three parts of this story.

"Oh look," Kaylee snarled. "It's Ashley and her mini-me."

Bailey laughed like the joke was funny. The two of them sat at the center of attention in the soprano section surrounded by their venue of vultures. Hilly had been similarly insulted by the pair when she arrived but chose to ignore them to get her music together for rehearsal.

Looking up, she did notice something different with Ashley and Madison. Hilly remembered that Ashley had driven Madison home after the student council meeting. Thinking of her own study session with Ben, she smirked and wondered if they made use of their time together as well.

Ashley looked over to gave Kaylee a snort and look of pity. "Is that all you got, Bi-Bitch?"

It made Hilly chuckle that she dropped their new name for the duo in front of the whole choir room.

"Bi-Bitch?" Bailey sputtered.

"Two bitches in one," Ashley explained as she passed them by.

"The only thing bi I see around here is you," Kaylee said with a wicked grin, like she was telling a deep, dark secret. Read more »

My first time [m/m]

This is the true story of my first guy sex experience, an anonymous encounter at an adult bookstore. I'm NOT gay, btw…. :)

I attended a large midwestern university in the 80s. In town there was an adult bookstore which I and the guys in my fraternity would go to occasionally. We'd pile into a couple of cars and a dozen or so of us would go there for a laugh. They had probably 12 or 15 booths there, kind of arranged in a circle around a central area. They weren't that big but 4 or 5 of us would stuff ourselves into a booth and have a good laugh watching the videos.

I would also go by myself sometimes. I'd usually go during the day since the place was always deserted and it was less likely I'd see somebody I knew. These trips were not for a laugh, but so I could jerk off in the booths. I went as often as I could because I really got off on it. The booths sometimes smelled like come and I liked thinking about other guys jerking off in the booths before I got there. In fact, I'd seek out the booths in which I could either see or smell fresh come on the floor or wall. The booths all had paper towel dispensers and small waste cans in them, but usually the customers wouldn't clean up their come. If it was on the wall or the screen, I'd run my finger through the goo and touch it to my lips. A couple of times it was still warm and I knew it was fresh, and I'd lick some off. Read more »

Watching a [m]an and woman [f]uck, and [f]inally joining in (part 3)

part 1 | part 2

So Dan, Kate, and I had all cum. As I mentioned in part 2, we were all lying on the bed, kind of exhausted, and Dan was rubbing my feet. There's not much I love more than a good foot massage, so him doing that after watching them and then joining in for what had been pretty much the best sex of my life, I was in heaven. I felt so relaxed and was basking in that post-sex afterglow.

After a little while Kate asked if I would like to join them in the shower. At fist I said no, because I thought it would be a little cramped with three people and maybe kind of awkward. But then I went to the bathroom, and saw the shower. It was really nice with like stone tile, and plenty of room to fit all of us. So I said sure, why not. We all three got in and took turns standing under the hot water. Dan and Kate had their hands all over each other again, and I let Dan run his hands over my body some, too, mostly my breasts. Read more »

Mark Figures It Out [MM][Anal]

The throbbing beat of the subwoofers made the gin and tonic in Toby's glass quiver in time with the music. He sipped again as his eyes scanned the room for fresh meat. The new semester always brought in guys looking to find out if that twitch they got glancing around the communal showers in high school meant something. And Toby considered himself the best person to answer all their questions.

One guy caught his eye because of the timid way he approached the bar. He was in good shape judging from the way his tight jeans and UCF soccer jersey outlined his muscles. Toby stepped closer before anyone else could and leaned against the bar next to him without getting too close. He drained his gin and tonic and put the glass down hard.

"Boris! Can I get another gin and tonic?" Boris the bartender was only wearing a bow tie and tight leather pants. Despite his cut, muscular body he was currently off the market dating the owner. Such a pity.

"Can I get a bud?" The soccer jersey guy asked.

"You have to ask louder than than," Toby said as he leaned closer, then turned to face the bartender again. "Hey Boris! Add a bud to my tab." Read more »

Reddit crush meetup, Part Four, the finale.

It was Saturday and this morning began much like the previous, with her letting herself in but to her surprise I was awake. She came through the door and was wearing a sexy short dress that hugged her ass and stopped halfway down her thighs. This was the type of dress that guys see and immediately wonder what it would look like hiked up around the waist. I think she could tell my train of thought as she went over to the window and leaned her elbows against the sill, showing the tiniest bit of ass cleavage.

I couldn’t remember what I was doing before she sauntered into the room, but the only thing on my mind now was getting inside her. I walked up behind and pressed my crotch against her ass, and she indulged me my pressing back. Without a word she hiked up the dress herself, slid her thong to the floor, and turned to face me. She sat on the edge of the window and spread her legs, I slowly ran my fingers around her pussy and up and down her clit while I took my pants off. I was so hard it hurt and when I approached she firmly grabbed my cock. Read more »

“I want to cry” [M/F] [BDSM] [Anonymous]

This story is true. Happened a little over a month ago. I thought I'd write it up with her okay, and I'm hoping you enjoy it. If you happen to have a Fetlife account and would like to "love" it or comment there (she'll see the comments there, I don't think she's on Reddit), please do.

'I want to cry'

A random "like"-ing on OKC, leads to a sharing of Fetlife profiles, which leads to her favoriting an anonymous encounter story. "I want to do that," she said.

Successful and smart, working on her law degree, and stressed beyond belief. She had little time for email, but we made it work. We agreed on a basic framework: at least until she's done with the next few months worth of intense work, I would be as anonymous as one can be in this situation. Beyond the pictures she's seen already, she wouldn't get to see me. The plan would be to have as many of these encounters as we can make happen during this time. Read more »