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Peccancy [Anal, huml, nc, reluc, feminization, MM, Mdom, Msub, Fdom]

(Hey, just found this buried in a thread. The brief video at the end was taken down shortly after, but I transcribed it for this post. Thought you guys might enjoy.)

User_PrincessNat: I’m going to try to tell you everything that he did to me. I think it might help me start to accept what’s happened to me.

It all started with Han, the worst asshole I knew. He was Asian, ripped, rich, and, unfortunately, hung like a horse (you won’t believe how I found that out). That thing about Asian guys and small dicks? Not true. And he was always working out at the gym. I was always too afraid to go–having to negotiate with all those guys for bench privileges seemed too nerve-wracking and awkward to bear. I ran instead, and I would do the occasional squats and crunches at home, for the sake of my knees and core. Han had a way more impressive physique than me. I was more lean, although I had pretty thick…upper legs…from the running. We all don’t realize how much brute physical force still counts in this world, and Han had it over me. We were rivals, and in raw power I was completely outdone. But by the time I realized it, he…I’m sorry, I don’t quite know where to start. I think, maybe, I need to go a little farther back. Read more »

Collaborative writing? “Okay honey. Go ahead”

Looking for someone to help me write this story together. Write up the next few paragraphs, then I will write up some more, and so on.

I enjoy rich descriptions, and I'm a good writer, looking for the same. We can take this to DMs or do it in the comments.

"Okay honey. Go ahead".

I say to you, my wife, as I hand you over to another man in a hotel room. He's been your crush for as long as you can remember. You've been my loyal wife and loving girlfriend for as long as I can remember. We've only been with each other. You've never seem dissatisfied.

But then you asked. My shy, demure, cute, wife, asked if she could fuck another man. I was furious the first night you mentioned it. We argued all night. But then I cooled down.

We talked again. You explained, he was your only fantasy, your only wild thought, your only infidelity. You loved me, but you wanted, needed, to try, to explore. You apologised, assured me you loved me, but you knew you needed him. Read more »

The Adventures of Dennis Part 4: Stains (part 1 of 2)

At the end of the year parties at school, everybody gets their pick: either an attic in the woods, a dorm at school, or some sketchy basement. I was happy to choose the sketchy basement of my pal John and his girlfriend Lisa. They had a nice house down the hill from campus. It was June—college for us lets out late—and it was about 95 degrees. The party was obviously going to be crazy. What I did first was drink five beers by myself in my dorm. I walked down to their house by myself singing something loudly. I wore my black tank top and kahki jeans. I flexed my arms as I walked and saw that, thankfully, two weeks of not going to the gym had not really decreased my muscles. I was walking alone and singing and not caring about the occasional person giving me a funny look because I did not want to feel lonely. I was, after all, alone. Renee had decided to go to her friend’s film screening. I think she was mad at me. When I got to the house I said hi to everybody fairly quickly and was immediately offered a pot brownie. I took it. The last time I’d eaten a pot brownie I’d hated it; I was sick and vomited. I was in a mood to take my chances again. I talked with John for a while about our Semiotics class and how glad we were to be done with it. I don’t think I came across as too wrecked, although maybe that was just me. I spotted a few girls dancing awkwardly in a group to Miley Cyrus. They cackled when one of them tripped. They were also munching on pot brownies. I wearily made my way towards them. I leaned against the wall, throwing the rest of my brownie in the trashcan. I chose to just stare at the girl who had tripped. He hair was died a messy orange—you could still see her original brown hair color encroaching on her head—and she didn’t say much. She had on a denim jacket and wore black fishnet stockings with a preppy gray skirt. Weird, weird fashion sense. She noticed me staring at her and smiled and looked away. I kept staring, occasionally yelling something back at John. She looked over at me again, a little cock-eyed, but still, she smiled again. When she noticed me still staring at her for a third time, she whispered something to her friend and walked to me. “Hi, Amelia.” She said it like it was a diagnosis. She didn't hold out her hand. I shook it anyway. “Like Amelia Bedelia?” “What?” “Didn’t you read when you were a child?” “Um…yeah, but…” “You sure? You’re not illiterate? Maybe kind of a low IQ?” “What?” “I mean, I saw you almost fall on your ass back there. There’s only two possibilities. You’re high out off your gourd, or you need to pay a visit to the dum-dum store.” I tapped her on the forehead. “Pick one.” She just looked at me, uncomfortable. “I’m only joshing you,” I said, giving my best sensitive smart guy laugh. “Come on. Let’s dance.” “I am really smart,” she said. “But I’m not a great dancer. And I’m sure you’re complete shit.” “We’ll see,” I said. Read more »

lunchtime car fun (ff) (les) (foot) (car)

So I have this sexy girlfriend named Victoria, if you want to know how that happened read the other story on my profile. We go to a girl’s only catholic high school, and one day during lunch she suggested we go to her car and eat, which is normally allowed and we have been doing this for the past week before ever since her dad got her a new VW beetle. As I was finishing my sandwich she began to rub my leg and wanted to fool around, so I happily obliged and began to make out with her. She rolled up my skirt and rubbed my purple bikini bottoms that I was using as panties (don’t judge). I reached over and grabbed her tit with one hand and rubbed my tit with the other hand. Read more »

A fantasy I texted my boyfriend (FMF)

My boyfriend asked me to text him a fantasy of mine, he later asked me to share it here:

I was going to this party with one of my girlfriends, I had known her for some years and we had a very open and honest relationship – we could talk about everything. My boyfriend and I had fantasized about me being intimate with a girl for quite some time and had joked about my girlfriend being a possible person for the job. Back to the party my girlfriend, let's call her Amy, and I had settled in and gotten the first glasses of wine. The music was playing and we hit the dance floor, shaking and grinding, having fun.

Between us doing some dancing we drink some more and the alcohol starts taking effect on my body and head. We start dancing closer and touching each other on the hips and ass, pulling us closer and closer. Suddenly I find myself putting my lips in hers, kissing her soft and quickly. I pull my head back slowly while looking into her eyes. She smiles at me and all of a sudden she pulls me back in for yet another kiss. Read more »

The Addict – Part 2 (m/f, office sex, erotica, humor)

She smirked. "You're funny, Gary, and kind of attractive in an overgrown high school jock kind of a way. Sorry. That was inappropriate, I'm sure you'll want to report me to HR."

"Not at all. For the record, I find you to be a very nice looking woman." Then I panicked. "Please don't report me to HR, I need this job, oh crap, sorry, me and my big mouth."

She laughed out loud. "Nice to hear a compliment, it's been awhile. A long while. Shit, did I just say that out loud? I've been here for twelve hours already, I think I'm getting loopy."

"While we're saying stuff out loud, I am compelled to tell you that a button came off your blouse and I can see your bra. But let me say this, the view is pretty amazing." Damn my brain, what an asshole.

She looked down at her chest and shrugged. "Hey, gotta take a cheap thrill once in awhile, right?"

"That's not a cheap thrill ma'am, that is like a million dollar view." Hey, I was on a roll, so I decided to just go for it. Read more »

The Adventures of Dennis Part 3 (part 1 of 2)

Brie had a habit of pressing her face against my neck during some point usually towards the end of our sessions. But there were also times when she clutched the back of my neck and suddenly I felt her nose bearing down on my Adam’s apple only about two minutes in, so maybe she was just nervous and didn’t know what to do. There was this one time in my dorm room, during a bout of midday horniness that needed some relief. And this time was sexy as shit because she was sitting on top of me and I bounced her up and down and felt my thumb digging in to her belly button and watched her moan up at the low hanging light that she could have bonked her head against if she leaned much closer. As if she were practicing modern dance choreography (and she had been a dancer, which she’d given up for studying painting and banging me), she curled her head down so she was looking straight down at my lower belly. And she turned up the volume of her moans as if the hairier part of my stomach made it so much sexier. And she dipped downward and buried her face in my neck, while at the same time, amazingly, reaching back with one hand and grasping my cock to make sure it stayed inside her. This time I was being responsible and wearing a condom. It felt very awkward, but for the next minute or so, I got an inch-away view of her thin, stringy black hair with even a single gray hair near the top of her head where it parted. She’d worn her hair in a ponytail when we first met, but that had gone the way of all bad ideas. Her breath felt hot on my neck and her moans vibrated off my pillow like a surround sound museum piece. I felt her hand that wasn’t on my cock slither around in to my hair. I felt her eyelashes fluttering against my neck. I peered up over her head to see what the action was like south of the great hill. Her ass bobbed in the air and my dick felt like it could fling out of her at any second. So I scooted down and, in a feat of gymnastics, curled my legs up so they forked between her legs and spread them out on either side and got my old pal more firmly situated in her pussy. I thrusted with more authority and her hand jerked away from my cock. It writhed across her ass and rested at the edge of her crack. I could see my nuts flailing above her ass like two fat kids trying to jump over a wall, but then I started coming and shut my eyes and put both of my hands around her cheeks. I raised her face so she looked in to mine and at the moment our eyes met she stopped her staccato moans. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted and her eyes were squinted, like they had been shut for duration of their acquaintance with my neck. The fat of her cheeks was balled up between my thumbs and forefingers. I finished and let my legs fall flat. I didn’t kiss her. I just held her face and we stared at each other, breathing. She bent down and kissed me for a long time. Read more »

The Fucking of Her Life [MF]

It's going to be long. Just warning you.

I'll start this off with a little bit of background. I've been seeing this girl for a while now. We're both in our early 20's. She's about 5'5" and rather petite. She weighs about an even 100lbs, reddish hair, soft features, she has some good C-cups and an ass that would blow your mind for someone of her size.

I wouldn't really call us boyfriend and girlfriend, although at first it seemed that's where it was headed, but it's pretty much taken the turn to nearly completely physical, which is fine for me, we're both good at fucking each other.

Now we've had plenty of sex together, we know what each other like. But this is the story that sticks out the most to me and she tends to bring it up from time to time, even called it "the fucking of her life." (hence the title) Read more »

Try Me! Part 2 [BDSM, Fsub, MF]

The car slows and then goes up a long driveway. Nick gets out and walk around to her door. He opens it and takes the chain in his hands. She spins and climbs out. There are no other houses visible. A number of small to medium trees fill the very deep front yard.

John parks the car. Nods to Nick and then climbs on his Harley. Roaring down the drive.

The house is two stories. Certainly not a mansion but fairly large. It is very quiet as he leads her inside. Disarming a complex looking security system. She sees cameras and little sensors in various spots.

Inside. Hardwood floors. Entranceway. Kinda empty. Hallway. No pictures. Another room. Big one. Black leather and touches of silver. A circle of wide couch around a central umm table. A padded one. Angel feel fear touch her again.

Which gets a lot better when he stops to take off the cuffs. He takes her panties too.

"Through that door is a shower. Use it. Come back out naked and not wrapped in a towel. Wait for me on the couch." He orders in a mild voice.

"Ummm… Yes… ah… sir." Read more »