collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Yadda Yadda, over 18, mostly fiction, etc lol. Constructive criticism always welcome.
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There’s maybe a dozen people over tonight for a cookout planned three weeks ago. Everyone brought something to the party, you brought rum. It has been a while since I’ve had rum, mostly because I feel like I get into trouble with it. When you tell me you hid it for us to drink, I know you are hoping for trouble.
Introduction
Lily, her sister, and her two parents have just moved into a new town outside of the city when they can settle down, a consequence of her father, Chris, finding new work. As a result, Lily and Kayla, her sister, are forced to enter a new school, Barclay Academy, a K-12 private day school, with Lily entering the 8th grade and Kayla a junior in 11th. Unlike her sister, Lily has always stayed the quieter type, only confiding a close group of friends that she has known since preschool. This new environment not only presents new people, but new attention that she must adapt to. This is how she meets Liam, a gentle giant of sorts. Their immediate connection and intimate relationship is what will drive the story in the future, along with a few subplots. If you’ve read this far, I’d love for you to read over the descriptions for the characters I’ve laid out thus far, and don’t hesitate to message with any questions or suggestions, as I love incorporating new ideas into my stories.
I was (well, still am) an only child that has never been attracted to my mother, aunt, or grandmother (or dad, uncle, or grandfather for full transparency). In spite of this, I have an incredibly deep ingrained incest fetish that dictates the porn I consume and the roles I play out when with my various partners. I recently went down a rabbit hole with a partner about where we first tried something or when we knew we were into a particular kink and I thought it would be interesting to share.
I know exactly when the fetish began. I was in elementary school and attending a friend’s birthday party at Discovery Zone. A classmate and I ended up in an area under a climbing obstacle, almost completely hidden from everyone. I don’t know what was said but we shared our first kiss in that play area. It was a light peck on the lips, nothing more as we were so young but when I got home, all I could think about was doing it again. She was a very good friend of mine and there was obvious play yard flirting that had led to this moment and all I wanted was for more of it to occur.
So I’d held off on posting this on the off chance that people I knew would find this account, but now I’m out of the relationship I was on a break from while it happened and, well…I no longer really care, I guess.
It’s been a year or so since I posted anything at all, so bare with me while I get back into the rhythm here. I should warn ahead of time that there are elements of nonconsensual sex in this story; the way I see it is that I made a terrible choice and things happened, none of which were as bad as they could have been, but I don’t want to trigger you; if you think that might be triggering, tap out now.
This happened back in February. At the time, my then-boyfriend and I were on a bit of a break. It was a bit of a manufactured fight, a little bit of drama that we would go through once in awhile; I would do something he wouldn’t like, the fight would escalate, he’d say something dumb, I’d tell him I needed a break, we’d get back together a few weeks later. Simple. Easy. Then after a week he’d start being apologetic, I’d string him along, I’d get back together with him pending certain conditions, rinse and repeat. We’d done this dance before, and I knew we’d be getting back together.
We make our way inside from the hot tub, all of us vibrating from the hot flirting that took place. We’ve wanted them for a while, but until now the stars haven’t aligned. At this point, there’s no mystery about what we all want to happen. Maddi strips off her swimsuit bottom, the top long since gone and left outside on a patio chair. She lays down on the bed in the middle of the open-plan cabin we have for the weekend and coyly crosses her legs to one side, her hand snaking down between her thighs. She’s looking at us all, clearly objectifying the hell out of us while she teases herself.
You lay down next to Maddi, having stripped your own bottoms away. The heat and smoothness of another person’s skin has you squirming. The moment takes you and you climb on top of her to kiss her. Your legs are straddling her hips, breasts grazing together, and you’re both still touching yourselves. You shift down and take one of her nipples in your eager mouth. Your hand snakes it’s way up Maddi’s stomach and you put your fingers in her mouth so she can lick your pussy off of them.
It was half past midnight on the night Claire’s tender-hearted boyfriend had broken up with her. His teary eyes and wringing hands really made her question her life. Half an hour later she was on her knees in a nightclub bathroom, blowing a man who bought her a drink. He was leaned up against the sink, and Claire was blissfully taking a mouth load of his salty cock. Her long and tidy auburn hair swishes back and forth. She sucked him down, and he placed a hand on the back of her head.
She had some Chinese food earlier with her well, now-ex boyfriend, and was already hungry. The attractive Latino man with his dark hair and expensive clothes was almost howling at having Claire give him head. She kind of wanted to fuck him too, but with the wet smacks echoing between his ooo’s and aaa’s made her think he was about to feed her anyway. Hey lips plumed down and kissed the base of his nice and thick dick. Saliva strung down and got over the top of her dark green dress. She had crossed her knees and kept her nice brown heels off the tile.
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MY CONFUSION
My name is Frank and I have a problem. (I think.)
I am a sophomore at a well known university.
For obvious reasons I can’t mention the schools name.
Well, here goes my story.
It all started a few months back.
If you have the time sit back and allow me to tell my story from the beginning.
I grew up on a farm in a small rural town in Wisconsin.
My family was typical Mid-Western conservatives.
We voted Republican in all the elections and went to church every Sunday.
Except when the harvest was due.
Come to think of it I would imagine that the pews were particularly empty during that season.
I had a normal childhood and was your typical corn fed mid-western boy.
I’ve had the same girlfriend since I was ten.
Susan had been by my side through thick and thin.
We never really talked about getting married, it was just assumed by everyone including the two of us that this was how it was to be.
“Hi Hannah!” Eva’s cheerful voice and bright smile greeted me at the doorstep. “We were just wondering where you were”, she continued. Behind her was Anna, who waved hello at me. I smiled back. “Hi guys, sorry about the delay, the bus was running late thanks to the snow.” The snowing had continued for a few days now, and it had promptly started right after our exams. As a celebration for surviving the first half of the academic year, Eva had invited Anna and me for a little slumber party.
I stepped in. The scent of gingerbread already reached my nose. We shared hugs and our how-are-yous, and after I took off my winter jacket we entered the living room. They had both slipped into their pyjamas already. Eva was a tall girl with curly light brown hair to the shoulders; her onesie pyjamas depicted the same coloured teddy bears with a light green base. Anna on the other hand was about my height, with short black bangs and thick black glasses. She had a pair of light grey two-piece pyjamas. One of the reasons I adored my friends is that they shared my appreciation for these wonderfully cliché Christmas celebrations and pyjama parties. The little plastic Christmas tree bought on a student’s budget breathed new life to her living room.
I grew up in a family of five brothers, and our lives were focused on high school sports and finding ways to earn a few extra bucks to help the family budget out. I was the youngest of the group and struggled with my confidence at times due to being the brunt of practical jokes, brotherly insults, and getting whooped once in awhile by a big brother.
In high school I was a pretty big guy due to spending countless hours in manual labor jobs, but I was a little soft because Mama always saved an extra piece of fried chicken or apple pie for her baby. I did pretty well in school and had some success on the baseball field, but I was a novice with the ladies and never got as far as second base.
When I got to college for my freshman year I realized my goal to walk on to the baseball team was not realistic, and so I dedicated myself to the gym, and spent hours and hours lifting, running, and cycling. I basically transformed my body, and the newfound attention from college girls was a big boost for my confidence. However, I wasn’t a hook-up guy, didn’t have any serious girlfriends, and ended my freshman year still a virgin.
Standing in the mirror, looking at myself, before I leave. My hair and makeup looking as good as it could. Mauve dress, hugging me in all the right places. Heels making my legs look good. I grin at myself. I look great. I’m ready.
I get a phone call, my friends bailed on me, but I’m determined to have a good time. I wouldn’t wanna waste me looking this good for nothing. So I take a seat at the bar and order my usual drink.
I scroll on my phone, so I didn’t notice him sit next to me. I noticed him glancing at me multiple times. I obviously noticed how attractive he was, but I was too sober to talk to him.
After about 15 minutes goes by, he finally says something to me.
**I normally don’t make the first move, but you weren’t and I couldn’t wait any longer.**
I finally get a chance to give him a good look over, and my gosh. He’s even more attractive than my glances lead me to believe. His tattoos stood out to me and I loved it.