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My girlfriend owns a mattress store. I know — strange career choice. But with the advent of order online mattresses like Casper and Purple and Leesa, she was getting crushed. Just couldn’t compete. She decided to close up shop.

She ran a big flash sale – slashing prices 75%, but still, at the end of the sale, six mattresses remained.

“I’m going to donate them to charity,” she said. “But first, we should have a party in the store. Invite our friends. We could even have a sleepover. Watch some movies. It could be fun.”

We agreed and reached out to five of our couple friends to invite them to Emily’s going out of business sleepover party.

They all showed up. We ordered some pizzas. There was a lot of beer. We watched a movie on Netflix, all cuddled up in our respective beds. It was a pretty tame evening until someone giggled in the back and whispered, “Look.”

Tanya was giving her boyfriend a blowjob. I guess she figured because it was dark and their mattress was all the way in the back of store … nobody would notice? And maybe the sound of the movie would drown out the slurping and gagging sounds she was making? Or maybe she just didn’t care. He didn’t seem to care either.

[FM], [FM] Sandrine, the shy French girl, or The night I was king of the conference

This is a repost from another account that got shadowbanned for some inexplicable reason. If it gets love there’s more where this came from.

Also, this is just part 1, because the app is telling me I can’t post this many characters (did that change?).

I work in in a creative field as a consultant, and I’ve reached a fair amount of success, to where today, a couple years shy of 40 I make very good money, work on global projects and travel a lot. It’s a little hard to relate to for me, because all I do is just make stuff up, putting words on paper basically is it.

Demom’s Angels, parts 8-end. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 8 —

During the night, red curtains swirled across their mother’s dreams. They were a veil resisting her questions. She wanted to call the demon’s name but couldn’t remember it. A couple times, she heard her husband say, “I’ve missed you. I’ve suffered an eternity.”

She awoke sweating in the middle of the night. She shook getting out of bed. Stumbling across the carpet, she steadied herself catching the door knob. Carefully she exited her room and shuffled down the hall. The children’s door hung open. They lay naked together in the boy’s bed. His hand was next the girl’s vee. Her hand was wet with his cum, cupping his cock like a flashlight.

Tracy knelt down and kissed their foreheads.

“Mommy?”

“Mom?”

“Can I sleep with you?”

Somehow they fit together perfectly in the small bed.

The mom woke to her children’s hugs. She kissed them awake. “Rise and shine my beautiful darlings. We’re going to be late.”

They weren’t much late after showing together, soaping and scrubbing each other, and toweling. Tracy warmed store bought danish, which they ate on the way to the bus stop. They missed the optimal ride, but caught the next. The children reached school in time.

Demom’s Angels, parts 6-7. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 6 —

Vanice laughed. “Beezub! what was that, a great dane?”

Tracy sat in the passenger seat frantically wiping her pants with tissues. “After the boxer and the dachshund, I thought we’d never reach your car.”

“Poor little wiener dog had to watch the big dogs nose into your crotch.”

“I’ll never get the slobber out of my panties.”

“Trust me. That won’t stop the guys I’m taking you to, from adding their slobber.”

“Just drive.” Tracy was already exasperated at her night out.

“Yessah, missus lady mistress.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re lucky I want cock tonight, instead of clerk.”

The club was a white box with colored lights splayed over the front, strobing to the music within.

Demom’s Angels, parts 4-5. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 4 —

When Vanice was late to work, usually after a night of conquest, Tracy was allowed to use a master code to unlock the shop’s alarms and raise the storefront’s shutter.

It was a busy day. Payday, for a lot of customers. Vanice sauntered in a hour before Tracy’s lunchbreak. She went to work like a pro. Tracy returned from lunch, and her boss was beaming. The lunch rush had ended and the store was empty for the first time that day.

“Mmmm, it was pure hunk junk, a fat hunk of man flesh inside me, last night.” Vanice had sharing issues.

Before she could change the topic, Tracy’s mind imagined a hispanic prick the size of a guitar sticking out of yesterday’s deliverer’s crotch. Her pelvis clenched at the vision. “Vanice, the cash register was having trouble connecting to the net.” Tracy hoped it had gone unnoticed.

“Honey, I don’t mean to be rude, but unless you’re bleeding, I still need you cover the hour you missed, yesterday. And no PMS lip about it back to me, okay?”

“That’s not it. Just a spasm, Vanice. I’m fine. Work me to the bone, today.”

Demom’s Angels, parts 1-3. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels
by DiscipleN

Tracey Nians loaded the dishwasher carefully. It was old and cranky, and if you didn’t know where the sweet spots were, dishes ended up dirtier. She couldn’t entrust the chore to her thirteen year old, Howard, or her nine year old, Mina. Although, the daughter was more reliable than her son.

Cooking and cleaning hadn’t gotten easier after her husband’s death. Tasks reminding her of her love’s absence required extra effort. Tears made the housework easier. Hadn’t she had cried them long enough, according to conventional wisdom?

Tracy opened herself to a new relationship, but dates felt like adultery, and get togethers with friends and an extra friend felt like nothing at all. She pined for her one true love. Maybe she always would. So be it. There were dishes to wash. She poured the soup, closed the hatch, latched it, and spun the dial.

The machine gurgled to life as water galloped through an orifice choked with mineral deposits. The pump groaned and shuddered. The spray holes were harpies screeching dizzily from clunking blades.

Looking for old erotic stories

So back in the day there was an old Yahoo group with a series of stories about a character named Claire. She had all sorts of erotic adventures – mostly spy type things. Sadly, the group was abruptly deleted. I was wondering if anyone might have them and be willing to share? Thanks!

[Group] The Trans Girl, the Lesbian, and the ‘Virgin’ (part 1)

So a user asked for more on this from an ask reddit after dark comment I made, so here’s a first story. (Mobile writen)

 
My first year away from home as a college freshman didn’t work out so well. I had some fun, met some cool people, but ended up back home a year later with little to show but some core credits. Never hit it off with any girls at any parties, never even came close… Well this one time but that lead to an emotional burn so we repress that. But in case you’re wondering, im a pretty average guy i’d say. 6’1″ with a bit of meat on me, feathered brown cut on my head, and average below the belt.

 
Anyways, fast forward a few months. I’ve been slumming around dating sites for a while now and I meet this cute looking girl. 
She’s 6’2″, broad in the shoulders with a solid C set of tits. Cute dyed pixie cut with the whole neko cat ears. Small and cut, heavy into BDSM and a total pet (‘pet’ for later). 
So we chat and long of it she’s been transition for the last 2 years. We hit it off pretty well, hang out a day here, get a blowjob there, you know, the college kid stuff.

In Bloom, Part I – [Mf][nc][abduction]

Staring at the rain collecting on his windshield, Jason Collins was searching for reasons not to turn around and leave the school parking lot. As the smell of coffee became more intense in the cabin of the small car, he went through a mental checklist. The pro side was not winning.

It had been 45 days since he was last in class. He took advantage of extended winter holiday and added on some of the vacation time he had been saving to have a nice long vacation with his wife, Karen. He thought they would finally try to start a family. She had different plans.

When they were married 8 years ago, the plan was for them to wait a couple years before they tried to have children. Karen had just started at her law practice and the expectation had been that she was okay with taking a couple breaks early in her career to have the two children Jason had so desperately wanted. As time went on and Karen began her ascension up the practice roster, she was no longer talked about taking those breaks.

[MF] Don’t disappoint the birthday girl.

Back in my 20s I made a lot of bad decisions. But they say bad decisions lead to good stories so here we are. Names have been changed to protect the lustful.

One summer I met Liz at one of those free concerts they hold downtown in a park or empty lot. You know the event, always produced by Bud Light or some such peddler of swill. We made eyes at each other a few times from across an open area and next thing we were chatting each other up at the beer tent. She was exactly my flavor; short with long dirty blonde hair, skin tan from hours at the pool, big tits pushed up into a low cut top that was one size too small, a fat ass, and thick soccer-player legs that needed to be wrapped around my head. She thought I was handsome; I’m tall, athletic, clean cut with killer eyes and an even better cock. She told me it was the eyes that got her interested, and the dick that kept her around. That night I met Liz was another blurry, primal evening where instinctual lust ruled over us and orgasms were the currency.