Breakfast Sunday morning was a lot less awkward than Jake had expected. He woke up feeling rested, refreshed, and ten years younger. Petra and Sarah were already up, having let him sleep in – a rare pleasure – and when he got downstairs they’d already prepared bacon and eggs.
“Our daughter has been very helpful this morning,” Sarah commented, setting out a plate for Jake. “It’s a nice change.”
“Is that so.”
Petra smiled at him across the corner of the table. “Well, I had a wonderful dream last night, and woke up feeling like everything was awesome, so here we are.”
Jake smiled back. The cheeriness was downright infectious. “Here we are indeed,” he said, picking up his fork. “What was the dream about?”
Petra flushed in the cheeks a little. Under the table, unseen, she ran her sock-clad foot along Jake’s ankle affectionately. “It was about a man,” she said, looking him right in the eyes. “We were together and happy, and I wanted to stay with him forever.”
Sarah sat down across from Jake and grinned. “Ooh, sounds like someone I’d like to meet,” she said. “What was he like?”
Petra giggled. “He was a little older, but gentle and passionate, and when he held me I felt totally completely safe.”
Jake chewed his eggs contemplatively. “He sounds like a pretty swell guy,” he said. “Anyone I know?”
Petra reached over and smacked his arm. “Daddy, shoosh! It was a dream.” She bit her lip. “I sure do hope it happens again, though.”
Sarah reached over and patted Petra’s other hand. “Keep him in your thoughts today, and it probably will,” she said. “Write it down too, that helps.”
“Thanks Mom,” Petra said, squeezing Sarah’s fingers. “I’ll do that.”
Tag: Gay
My [f] memories of college- [f/m] [f/f]
I didn't follow up with the taxi driver by the way.
I did spend a lot of time on reddit though. My friend Katie's boyfriend, Eric kept talking about it like it was so amazing. I didn't know what to make of him. My other friends hated him, but if he made my friend happy, it was her choice. He was endearing in an asshole sort of way
So I took a look. I was hooked. One aspect of reddit that fascinated me was gonewild. People just, took off their clothes for strangers?
It seemed so dangerous, so exhilarating. I came up with what I considered a tasteful shoot: an artistically posed nude without a face. It would still be easy to recognize my body type if one knew me. Then again, I'm sure there were plenty of tiny full-figured brown girls in the world, but they certainly weren't on the front page.
And thankfully neither was I. I stayed at number 28 for two hours before disappearing, but it was enough.
In a weird way, I kind of wanted the boy who rejected me to see me again and come back to me. Was he even a redditor?
Teacher’s pet
I have never been a small man. I tower over my students and they fear to get on my bad side. One day early last year a new teacher, Shelly, started working at my school. She was the absolute picture of perfection. Perfectly shaped breast, not too big, just enough to drive you wild. An ass and hips that just screamed to be touched, caressed and squeezed. Knowing a gorgeous beauty like that was WAY out of my league, I would barely even talk to her. A "hello" in the morning and the occasional joke were all I dared try, at least to her face. In my dreams I would ravish her, grabbing her perfect ass and squeezing her perky tits, only to wake in the morning with a very stiff reminder of my frustration. After a few weeks of working across the hall from each other I was surprised to find a note in my faculty mail box. It read "Hi, this is Shelly. I was wondering if you were single. Feel free to text me at ###-###-#### if you are interested." My jaw nearly hit the floor. Could this be real? Immediately my mind raced, it was no secret that I rarely if ever dated. I even had to fend off the annual "Are you sure you're not gay?" question from some of the more snarky teachers. I couldn't shake the feeling that this had to be a trick. I read and re-read the note nearly a hundred times and figured "What the hell?" and sent the text to answer her question. We texted back and forth for the next few days, both of our insecurities vanishing as we flirted more and more.
One afternoon I was finishing grading some papers when my phone lit up with a text. "I want you so bad right now." I smiled thinking it to be the beginning of a sexting conversation. "Oh, I want you too, babe." "No, seriously I want it." I tend to be a bit slow on the uptake so I replied teasingly "Well, I am right across the hall." "OK, but I really like to role play. Pretend I'm a student coming to your class for tutoring." It finally hit me, she really was serious. Shelly walked into my classroom a few minutes later, and my mouth hung open in awe. She had changed from her teacher clothes and was wearing a tight black skirt, black stilettos, and a white blouse that was tied just under her breasts giving me a look at her slim waist. In her hands she carried a book and several papers. Visibly shaking off my shock, I decided to get into character. "Ms. Rook, please have a seat and start your work. Feel free to ask me if you have any questions." As painful as it was I forced myself to return to the tests. After a short while I heard her move up directly in front of my desk. Looking up I was greeted with the sight of her large puppy dog eyes begging for help before she even said a word. I thought to myself "Wow, she's really getting into this." She then bit her lip and said "I just don't get it." as she threw the papers on my desk. "OKAY, no need to worry. Come over here and let's see if I can help you." She circled my desk and came to stand by me. I couldn't help but notice that the skirt was even shorter now than when she came into the room. As she leaned over the paper to show me exactly where she needed help I could clearly see the black lace of her panties. Slowly I raised my hand behind her barely resisting the urge to speed the game and grab her smooth supple rear. Leaning forward I tried to focus on her paper, but before my eyes could even read a single word written there, I noticed the other adjustment to her wardrobe. She had opened almost all the buttons on her blouse letting her perfect round mounds be seen, supported by their own bit of black lace. Noticing the area of my attention, she asked "Do you want a better look, Mr. March." I could barely nod. Seeing how she obviously was affecting me she blushed a little and grinned as she untied the loose not in her blouse and let it slide from her shoulder to land in a pile on my desk. I wasted no time in burying my face in her bosom. Kissing every inch of exposed flesh. I wanted more, I needed more. I reached behind her and with skill and finesse I didn't know I had I unclasped her bra, freeing her lovely breasts. I slid the black lace down the length of her arms pulling them up over her head to give me unrestricted access to her chest. There I held her with one hand as my mouth and other hand tended to her plump nipples. I licked and sucked both nipples settling in on the right nipple as my hand kneaded and massaged her left. I could hear her breathing quicken and low gasps of pleasure escaped her mouth. Encouraged I took her nipple between my fingers pinching and twisting as I bit her lightly. Her whole body shook and she pulled away from my mouth. Pulling her hands free she grabbed my face bringing her lips to mine in a passionate, hungry kiss. The kiss continued as she lowered herself on top of me straddling me as I sat back in my chair. Feeling my hardened member at her crotch she began to grind against me. "I think you have a surprise for me don't you?" she whispered as her hand found it's way to my zipper. She deftly opened my khakis letting my cock spring into the air. She returned to our kiss, only now I could feel the wetness between her legs as she rubbed herself against me and stroked my dick with her hand. I was in heaven, getting closer and closer to cumming. "Not yet," she whispered in my ear as she rose from my lap, resting her ass on my desk and spreading her legs. I needed no more invitation and went right to work. First, I traced the inside of her soaked panties with my fingers, ever so lightly rubbing the lips of her moistened slit. Hooking my fingers around the obstructing lace I pulled them down her legs and let them drop to the floor. Without missing a beat I began to run my tongue along the inside of her thigh. Moving closer and closer to her waiting sex. Teasingly I licked around and around the lips of her vagina. In a very short time she was breathing even harder than before, thrusting her crotch toward my face. Only then did finally invade her slit with my tongue. Licking between her lips caused her to buck even harder, grabbing the back of my head as I tongue fucked her. I lifted my attention toward her clit, licking and sucking her swollen mound as I stuck two fingers inside her tight, glistening pussy. Before long I felt her whole body shudder, and I knew I had her in the palm of my hand. She reached down and pulled my head toward hers for another kiss. "I want you inside me, NOW!" She hissed into my ear when the kiss finally broke. She reached down and helped me pull my pants the rest of the way off. Returning to her position straddling me, she lowered herself onto my waiting cock. I slid effortlessly into her hole. Bouncing up and down on my lap, Shelly start to make cries of pleasure. Lightly at first, then gaining volume. Fearing one of the other teachers might still be in earshot, I clamped my mouth on hers muffling the sounds. "MORE!" She screamed into my mouth. Standing, I laid her back onto my desk. Now out of the sitting position I could give her the full length of my package. I began slowly and methodically built up speed ramming her tight cunt over and over. I was so lost in the moment I couldn't even care about the screams and moans coming from her mouth. My whole world was the next thrust. Soon I felt her body shake again, and her pussy grabbed my cock as she came a second time.
Immediately she dropped to her knees taking my raging boner in her mouth. She began alternating sucking and licking the length of my shaft. I couldn't hold out any longer. I erupted into her mouth and drank every last drop of my cum.
While I was still recovering she grabbed her clothes and got dressed. Without even a look back at me, she grabbed her book and left my room. I came out of my dazed state and pulled my pants back up and looked at my desk. All the tests I had so painstakingly grade and those yet to be had been covered in sweat and cum. "Oh well, I guess everyone gets an A." I said as I threw the pile into the trash.
From deck to dick. My 1st time (m/m)
I was 20 years old and home from college for the summer. My family moved to town just 2 years earlier, and while I had made a few friends I hadn't yet become super close with anyone. One of my newer friends, Sean, had asked me if I was interested in helping his Uncle Greg finish building his new deck. I hadn't yet gotten hired on anywhere and needed something to do other than sit around home, plus the offer included a BBQ supper after the day's work was done, so I agreed.
I brought a backpack with me containing a few beers (for the BBQ afterward), and upon arrival went into Uncle Greg's house to put them in his fridge. After that my friend Sean, his Uncle Greg, another friend of Sean's, and Greg's across the street neighbor got to work. It was a hot summer's day, and it didn't take long to work up a sweat. By around 4pm most of the work was done and Uncle Greg called it quits for the day. He fired up the BBQ, and we all just unwound with a few beers and some burgers. After a couple of hours the food was eaten & the beers drank, and we unanimously agreed that we were all in need of a good shower. So, we thanked Greg for the meal and made our separate ways home.
A few stories that were dug up during chats this past weekend (tM, tMF, TMM).
(sigh, I guess my account has once again been locked out. Whatever so I made a new one. I'll post pics again later but here are some things I was planning on posting on my /u/gurlypussy account.
A few chats this weekend led to me retelling a few stories that I thought I would compile here. I'm not trying to write a book but a few people asked some cool questions, I told some stories and copy and pasted most of it here.
- My first time with a guy
- My first threesome
- The first time I was really slutty.
My first time with a guy.
My first time with a guy was when I was in college. I'd had girlfriends in high school but I was just starting to explore crossdressing and was really interested in following through with it so one weekend I did just that. I met a few guys in a chatroom online, exchanged a few photos and picked out one guy in particular. He was nearby and could host which was good because I had roommates at the time and was still pretty secretive about my sexlife. So we agreed on a time for later in the day for me to go to his place with no pretenses other than I wanted to see what it was like to be fucked.
Nailed two fantasies in one night at the goth club [M/F]
I've been lurking around this subreddit for awhile, hoping somehow, someday I'd have something I can share and, by George, I think I've got one! So this might be a bit long, but I'm trying to flesh out as much of my experience as I can so hopefully that's appreciated.
So my group of friends decide to spend our Saturday night by going to one of the gay bars in the city on their goth night. I'm no way goth in my lifestyle but my roommates had gone out there last month and said that it was a fun time and really interesting so I thought hey, why the fuck not. I've got nothing better going on! Plus I like going out and dressing up, especially if it's going out dressed in something fun and crazy like this. Business casual, this is not! P.S. Shut up Anna Kendrick, I know my bathroom's a mess – don't you judge me.
[MMm anal blkmail oral huml] “a much desired rape” [Gay]
Here's some help of a visualization.
My cousin (We'll call him N) is 6"3'. Very muscular. Green eyes, dirty blonde hair. He's 2 years older than me.
His friend (F) is around 6"0'. Not as muscular, blue eyes, orange hair, facial hair. Around my cousins age.
Me (C) 5"7' pretty scrawny, real skinny and small, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair. 18 (changed for legal reasons.)
My mom and dad (T) and (J).
It started like any other day, I was particular horny today though. It was rainy out, and it was my parents anniversary. My cousin and his friend were over celebrating their 30 years of being married and to babysit me.
N – "Bye! Have a great time!"
T – "Ok, make sure you take care of C"
F – "Ok we will miss T!"
Me – "I love you, bye! kisses mom goodbye"
N – "what do you normally do C?"
Me – " I usually just sit in my room playing games."
N – "Ok, if you need us we'll be downstairs"
Breaking in a pornstar – Part 1 [Mdom][Fsub][Str8][bdsm]
"Hold the elevator please!" a female voice cried out. He held his briefcase forward to prevent the elevator doors from closing. A womans appeared around the corner in the hall. "Thank you so much." she said and hurried into the elevator. "No problem." he replied. The woman raised her hand in an effort to press the elevator button for the ground floor, but saw that it had already been pressed. He knew her from somewhere. "You're Gisele right?" the man enquired. "Uh, yeah." she replied. "Have we met before?" "No no. I know you from your work." He had spent many hours in front of the computer watching the very girl that now stood beside him. "Ah, I see." she said, less excited. "I don't get that alot anymore." The nooded in acknowledgement, then turned to face the elevator doors. Rumbling noise was now the only sound filling the small space. "Sorry, um… I just…" Gisele started. He looked over at her. "It's just that when guys meet me in person, they usually try hitting on me. Oh, this must sound so narscisitic, but I was just wondering why you're not." she swallowed. "I mean, you've seen my work, so you're probably not gay. I just…" "Well." he interrupted her. "Let's just say, I've seen your work and you're not my type." That was a complete lie. He had to focus. "Not your type?" she looked confused. "I don't think it would be as good in reality as you make it look on tape." Lies. Nothing but lies. It would most likely be amazing. "But I…" she gave up. She was not used to rejection, he could see that. "It all just seem a bit fake to me." he said. She look up at him. There it was. He saw it in her eyes. "What! No, look. I can prove it to you." she turned to him. "Just take me to your place and I'll prove that I'm the best fuck you'll ever have." He faked contemplation. But in his mind the matter was already settled. "Fine. If it'll make you stop." he handed her his business card. 'John L. Simmons – IT security counsultant' "Call me tomorrow." Baffled and intrigued Gisele remained in the elevator as he walked out. John could almost not believe it. Not only had he met Gisele, she was also on the hook. He had to play this cool; use her distaste for rejection against her.
Celibate
So, I haven't written in a while and, holy crackers, has it been a whirlwind four months! Not so much whilrling in a traveling-lots-of-places-way but more of a radical-changes-in-my-life way.
It began when I answered an ad on craigslist for a housekeeper. Of course, I need the money, but I also just need to stay busy. When I called the number listed, the man who answered seemed pleasant enough and suggested we meet at Starbucks (a public place – thank you for being concerned about making me feel safe) to go over the details of the job.
I walked into the coffee shop and looked around for a red-haired man (!!) with a beard. I smiled when I saw the only ginger in the place because he was also really cute!
Paul’s Problem [MM] [non-consent] [mindcontrol]
Paul was a vice president at the Gamers Forge Ltd. It was the largest gaming software company in the southern hemisphere. At the age of 34, he was also the youngest executive the company had. He was young, handsome and had the body of a greek god. Naturally, this bred a lot of resentment in the workplace.
It was one sunny Saturday morning and Paul was out for his daily jog around the park. His luxury apartment was overlooking the large city park, and he took advantage of the fact. As he was running along side Park Drive, a large black van began to ghost him. It was in broad daylight and there were plenty of people around, so Paul had no reason to worry.
He just kept on joggin'.
The van pulled up beside him and two huge men jumped out. Paul was fit and strong, but he was no match for these two collossally oversized brutes. They grabbed him and stuffed him in the back of the van. With a growl at the bystanders, the two men slammed the door shut and the van raced away. The other people in the park pretended that nothing had happened. I mean, honestly, what is the world coming to?