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Conference Stranger [MF]

I have always taken control of my life. I am woman with three planners and multiple to-do lists and I am highly organized. Sex had always been good, but to me it was always task oriented. Get my partner off, he will fall asleep and then I’ll finish myself. The story that is familiar to most women.

That was until I met Noah. At that time in my life I could be described as the epitome of the girl next door. Dark eyes, dark wavy hair, booty and boobs with a smallish waist. I wouldn’t be called skinny but athletic with curves in just the right places. The innocent Catholic small town girl.  Read more »

Finding out Lizzy shares our sex-life with her friend. [MF]

So Lizzy was an adventurous partner. And there are quite a few stories around her that I have. (P.s. names have all been changed.)

We did a lot for the relatively short time we were together. And she was one of my first relationships where I felt comfortable not hiding parts of me throughout it. Whenever memories come to mind I might share them. This has been a fun sub to follow and I’m trying to add my own bit of fun to it.

If interest is expressed I might post a survey to see which stories bouncing in my head you all would be most interested in hearing.

As a quick update to her last, and first, story. Thanks to loud music, louder gaming arguments, and hangovers, my best friend at the time James, and her best friend Alexandra, were the only ones who figured out we hooked up that night. James put two and two together when he didn’t see me. Lizzy and Alexandra I found out actively shared their exploits with each other.

This is the story of how I found out they were so open. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend (Part 7) [MF]

I drove up to the park the next day around noon. Hazel had never specified a time for our encounter, but if I had to guess it would be around now—after all, this was typically when Jack had a meeting or was simply busy with work, so it made it especially easy for her to leave without him knowing.

The park was rather big, however, and even if Hazel was there, I didn’t know how I was going to find her. I figured I’d eliminate the trail as an option, as it was bustling with people—she likely wasn’t part of such a huge crowd, especially not for an occasion such as now.

The only other person place I could think of was the row of benches right besides the woods. It was often deserted, typically a place for young people to sell whatever illegal substance was hot at the moment, but on days such as today where the park was more crowded than usual, it wasn’t uncommon to see a few people taking a breather in that area. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend (Part 7) [MF]

I drove up to the park the next day around noon. Hazel had never specified a time for our encounter, but if I had to guess it would be around now—after all, this was typically when Jack had a meeting or was simply busy with work, so it made it especially easy for her to leave without him knowing.

The park was rather big, however, and even if Hazel was there, I didn’t know how I was going to find her. I figured I’d eliminate the trail as an option, as it was bustling with people—she likely wasn’t part of such a huge crowd, especially not for an occasion such as now.

The only other person place I could think of was the row of benches right besides the woods. It was often deserted, typically a place for young people to sell whatever illegal substance was hot at the moment, but on days such as today where the park was more crowded than usual, it wasn’t uncommon to see a few people taking a breather in that area. Read more »

Hypno-Sis Ch. 11-13 [M/F][Incest][Mind Control][Big Cock][Corruption][Harem]

**Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of unrealistic and unattainable body standards. It is not my intention to offend or shame anyone for their body. This is merely a work of fiction. If you struggle with a positive self image, you may not find this story to your liking.**

*The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this product are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidence. All characters are at least 18 years of age despite description, demeanor, or appearance.*

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**Chapter 14: Reaping What You Sow** Read more »

Rough Waters

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<<< ***Reed*** <<<

It was only for a couple of seconds, but it felt like hours. Time seemed to pause while I watch Mom look at us, slack jawed and mid shout, while my cock bathe Christy’s face with my sperm.

“Reed!” My father shouted. “You…! You…! Ohhh! Get fucking dressed! Same goes for you young lady! Two minutes, and when we get back you two better be decent!”

I just heard a sob from my mom as my dad slammed the door behind them.

Stunned, Christy and I looked at one another and didn’t move. Then, like a dense fog, it finally hits us and we tripped over one another while trying to get dressed.

“Oh Reed, what am I going to do!” She cried as she wiped the cum off her face with her finger and then shove it into her mouth. That was hit, to be honest, that she can still act like a slut while our lives are literally falling into pieces.

“We just need to be calm, alright? Calm…. Shit, why didn’t I lock the door!?” Read more »

The surprising consequences of being called a trophy girlfriend [FM]

I’m late for my flight. I’m sitting in my tub, pussy covered in shaving cream, trying to annihilate every trace of hair. The alarm on my phone goes off, which means my ass is supposed to be in an Uber right now, but I HAVE to finish. I want to be perfect for tonight.

He’s taking me to a gala. I bought the cheap flight, which means I have to go directly from airport to the event. As soon as the plane lands, I run to the bathroom to get ready. I put my dress and heels on and look weirdly out of place in the airport bathroom mirror.

My boyfriend looks good when he picks me up. He’s wearing a tux and his beard is short, hot Italian man summer length, just the way I like it. I tie his bowtie for him while watching a YouTube tutorial in the Uber on the way. We walk into the National Art Gallery with his hand on the small of my back. Most of the diplomatic community is here and I know he likes how people look at us when we walk into the room. He likes how we look together. Read more »

Helping [M]y [F]riend in the kitchen turns into a relationship.

Me and a group of friends pretty regularly had a hangout night on Friday’s or Saturdays. Someone would volunteer their place and either cook or order pizza and we would have a good time. Movies, video-games, board and card games. Everyone would bring a drink of choice to share and we’d find somewhere to sleep it off and leave the next day.

Well, Lizzy volunteered her place that weekend and wanted to cook. We all arrive and start hanging out. When it comes time for her to cook, I offer to help while everyone else plays. If memory serves it was Munchkin.

Lizzy and me had always gotten along reqlly well but never been overly flirty. But that night we were joking and flirting the entire time we cooked and rough house playfully when it was safe.

Well at one point she jumps on me to keep me from taking something out. My hands immediately grab her ass out of reflex to hold her and she moaned a little and smirked.

“Ooh. So that’s why you wanted to be alone in the closed kitchen with me, pervert.” She teased. Read more »

Modeling Nude for Money in College, Part II

This is about second time I posed nude for the artists – for the background and story to date, please see the first part of this story ‘Modeling Nude for Money in College’.

I took the job because the money was good for a college kid – $15 an hour – and because there were only two prerequisites: A) I owned a bathrobe, and B) I was willing to take it off. I showed up for the afternoon class about ten minutes early, so there’d be time to change into the bathrobe. The professor – who was now my ‘mentor’ (described in the first story) – was busy dealing with a student. She looked up at me over her reading glasses and indicated the bathroom with a nod of her head. I went in, undressed, donned the robe and came out into the studio, already feeling self-conscious in that I was the only person there not wearing clothes of any kind, just the robe, totally naked underneath, in a room full of fully-dressed people. Read more »

40[F] professor spoiled me 22[M] for two years…

2011. The college year started differently for me. Having dropped out once, I knew I had to do well and stay focused on grades. And I tried my best. But there was one class I found myself more distracted than the rest. A kind of prep course students had to participate in.

I wasn’t particularly happy about the placement, but the professor… She was like no one I’d ever seen or met. Genuine, kind, and beautiful.

An Irish sweetheart, complete with a biting humor and intoxicating desire for life.

So the semester came and went. A few flirtations exchanged. A few long conversations after class and even some in her office. Nothing crossed a line. Until the last day.

As my young and oblivious classmates exited the room, I stayed for a chat as I had done many times. Except this time I got up the courage and asked her for a drink.

Stunned, and noticeably flattered, she accepted, knowing I was of age and that the conversation would not be dull at least. We laughed at the irony of it all. A professor and a (now) former student. Cliché to a disgusting degree. Yet we had established a good rapport, so we decided on a dive bar. Read more »