Apartment 303 – Chapter 15: For Daddy [MF]

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**- Chapter 15: For Daddy -**

The next morning I laid in bed rereading the entirety of *Untitled*. I’d finished it the night before, burning through the pages. It was so captivating I was actually upset when it ended knowing the rest of the story wasn’t in existence yet. I’d wanted to reread it so I could provide Charlie with plenty of constructive feedback. About halfway through my reread Charlie knocked on my door. She had pancakes, fresh fruit, and coffee on a tray when she entered. My mind flashed back to breakfast in Jamie’s bed. I shook my head, physically tossing my feelings of arousal and guilt off me.

“You’re too kind,” I greeted her. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“A bet’s a bet. Sorry it took me so long to pay up.”

“I wasn’t holding it against you.”

She smiled, “I know. You fulfilled your debt to Jamie and I wanted to fulfill my debt to you.”

Arousal and guilt returned, but I managed to reply, “Debt settled, thank you.”

“Good morning. You’ve been kidnapped, poor little thing. Welcome to your new life, my pretty slave.” [part 1] [kidnapping] [toxic] [CNC] [D/s] [group] [MMMMMMMMF] [submission] [captivity]

I wake up with my heart pounding. The last thing I remember is walking down the street before a car stopped to ask me for directions. After that, everything went black.

The room I’m in is dingy with only a mattress and a toilet in the corner. I can see cameras blinking at me from above.

Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I hear the padded door unlocking and I’m suddenly no longer alone.

He fills up the room with his presence. I’m too afraid to speak. I don’t know if I even remember how to speak anymore.

“Good morning, little whore,” he says affectionately. “Poor thing, have you realized what’s happened yet?”

I stare at him with wide eyes as he sighs and sits down next to me. He pets my cheek and I flinch with fear.

“You’ve been kidnapped. Welcome to your new life, my pretty slave.”

“Why can’t I remember anything?” I ask hoarsely, my voice cracking. I wonder how long I’ve been sleeping.

“That’s a side effect, sweetie. Unfortunately, we had to prepare you for your new life by using drugs to erase your memories.”

[MF] Married to others, Luke and Shannon sext

Fun little fantasy I wrote about sexting. Turned out hotter than I thought it would. This is part 1 of their story, working on part 2 now.

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Luke & Shannon Part 1: Sexting

Luke was hanging out at the local sports bar with a few friends. It was a rare “guys night” out for him and Luke and his buds were watching the game and having a few beers.

Luke stood a tall six foot four inches. He wore a plain white tee shirt with a dark blue three-quarter zip sweatshirt on top of it. The dark blue matched his eyes. His sleeves were pushed up to show off his muscular arms. Below, he wore khaki pants and nice running shoes.

Conversing with his friends for the first part of the game, Luke threw back some beers, ate some food, and watched the game. It was around halftime when Shannon walked in with a few of her friends. Luke did an immediate double take when he saw her. Not that he was surprised she was here, but how she looked through Luke for a big curve.

MF Long-Con Crush [Part 1]

An ungodly 14 hour flight, a four hour bus trip, and I’m finally within reach of a bed at a host family’s house. I thought I’d fall asleep standing up until a flash of red hair caught my eye… one of the girls left with her host mom- shit, did I hear her name? I didn’t.

Our first set of classes started the following morning. We’d all been split into different groups based on our grasp of the language, and Jodi was in a different level than I was. I saw her chatting with a group of other girls in the courtyard at lunch, and walked up to her. She introduced me to her new friends.“So you’re all in the same classes together?” I asked.

“We actually met Jodi through-“

“Me.”I turned toward the voice and- red flash from the day before. She held out her hand; it took me a moment to snap back and accept her handshake.

“H-Hi.” I sputtered.

“Colby; nice to meet you… Ken, right?”

“How did you know?” Colby nodded her head at Jodi.

“Jodi and I sat next together in class, and she told me about you.” Colby smiled.

The surprise [MMF] [hotwife]

It had been so hectic—like being on a ride that feels like it won’t end, the fun long worn off and now you are just holding on for dear life and waiting for it to finally come to a stop kind of hectic. That is what the last…what…couple of months had felt like? Deadlines. Demands. And seemingly no break at home with the chaos of schedules and homework and laundry…god the laundry…was it multiplying when you weren’t looking? Becoming sentient? Reproducing? And I, your husband, I was of little help of late. I was distracted with my own insanity. So, when things finally slowed down at work and you caught a pause and JoAnne planned a night out with the ladies…you were too tired, and beat down to resist her pleas and caved in.

I was happy to give you a break. I could tell you needed it. And, I knew you weren’t a fan of going out, but this might just be the break and recharge you needed. I agreed to take care of James for the night and told you to finally go and unwind. I reminded you it was a Friday night and you could sleep in the next morning.

That One Night [MMFF] [Straight Sex] [Group Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Huge Ass]

It started so simply, well, what I thought was simple. Harris and I had become best friends over three years. We lived apart from each other in a large condominium on the beach. Two minutes from our front door and we were in the water.

We both loved to surf and be very active, so it was only natural that we became friends instantly. That was how things started to escalate. The only difference between us was that Harris liked to party. He loved to go the clubs and party all night. On the other hand, I wanted to stay in for the night and play video games or watch movies.

Harris came home one day bragging about this woman named Grace. He didn’t stop talking about her. He would talk about it when we went to the beach and when we went for our runs. For over two weeks, it was the same thing over and over.

I had a picture of Grace in my head, and as much as he talked about her, I was sure I was close to knowing what she looked like, from her long blonde hair hazel eyes. She stood just under five-foot-eight. Her hair came down past her shoulders and nearly touched her ass. Which Harris said was huge, along with a pair of how Harris described as massive boobs.

It Was a Long, Hot Weekend [M/F]

Chapter II

As I got ready the following morning, the anticipation of another hot day with you was causing butterflies, excitement, and sexual fantasies. My overactive brain was spinning up questions for you. Did you get home to whoever may be there? Did you feel guilty and come clean? Would you even be there today? What in the hell happened yesterday? Fantasies and questions swirl in my head over my bowl of cereal. I threw on a different pair of board shorts. I did choose a looser pair because, eh, you never know. I grabbed an old t-shirt, flip-flops, and my keys and headed out.

Pulling into the parking area, I convinced myself there was no way you would show. Why would you not even look at me in the light of day? You must be embarrassed by your behavior. Are you thinking of your current man if you have one, or are you humiliated at having allowed yourself to fuck a guy your friends would turn their nose up at? Keep up those appearances, rich girl. I get pretty annoyed with you because of my fake conversations and hope you don’t show.

It Was a Long, Hot Weekend [M/F]

Chapter I

You were one of the “Hot Girls” in that private Catholic School, and I was the new “scholarship” (i.e., Poor) kid in class. The established click you were a part of was not very welcoming. Despite their arrogant attitudes, you always treated me with nothing but respect when chatting or working on projects. From that first day to our last, you had my attention. Even at the young age we first met, I knew you would be a man-eater. You had all the attention of all the dumb boys through Jr and High school, including me. You grew more beautiful by the day, and you knew it, too.

Dark-skinned from your days at the beaches in the tiniest bikinis. Dark, wavy, black hair with sun-bleached highlights. I got to know your body well but only from a distance. Seeing you pass me all summer long at the beach, I learned where all your tan lines were under your uniform’s code-breaking, limit-pushing, extra short plaid skirt. I memorized most of your freckles, moles, and that little sun-bleached patch of peach fuzz at the small of your back.

Innocent Milf Carole wants young neighbor cock – pt1

Having just changed jobs, I am new to town. I am a single, late-twenties male whose main concern is his career. This new job has given me the financial independence that I have been working for and the prestige to make the inconvenience of moving to a new place worthwhile.

Oakville is a very different place than what I am used to with my older roots. The people seem to be much friendlier and the area is just so vast. Since I am comfortable in the typical suburban Canadian setting, I rented a house in one of the more upscale neighborhoods outside of the GTA. Surprisingly in such a big city with all this open land, the houses are rather close together. I guess it just saves on the yard work in the hot summer.

I just recently met my neighbors at a barbeque in my honor. Everyone seemed quite friendly and easy to get along with. The atmosphere was relaxed and filled with plenty of friendly banter and some innocent flirting among the adults. My new next-door neighbor, Carole, let everyone know that since I was the only unattached person in the group, they would all have to do something about it.

Park transgressions [FM] [Soft NC]

It was out of her own will that she sat in the park bench across his, wearing no undergarments to their first date. It had been a bold decision, even coming out to meet him, an internet stranger. Would he take advantage of her presence? Would he cross her lines? Was this all a bad idea?

She sat in front of him, her legs bare below the hem of her short skirt, part of her fantasy she had confessed, not his. Her white shirt, a bit tighter than she remembered it, pressed against her otherwise bare breasts. She looked at him with curiosity; he was more handsome in the flesh than in the pictures he had sent her.

Her dress code might have indicated complete openness, but he knew better than that. Anyone else would find her reticence uncharacteristic for a young woman who had eagerly shared the contents of her depraved mind with an internet stranger. Like life itself, she was full of contradictions. She did not want to commit sin, but she basked in his infinite attention. She believed in staying pure for marriage, but she had never stopped her fingers from going inside her during their chats. She had long fantasized of creampies and gangbangs, but in practice never gone beyond a kiss.