Fucked my former high school teacher [FM]

I’m sure there is always that one teacher in high school that either all of the boys are talking about or that all the girls are talking about.

My school had one of both when I was in my last year. No nothing happened with the female teacher but my god she was beautiful especially in her work attire. I think most girls would’ve turned bi for her. Anyways you’re here to read about the male teacher. We’ll call him Mr. K.

He was in his mid 20s when he joined my high school. So late 20s now I guess maybe just turned 30. I didn’t ask. He is rather tall with a lean but muscular figure. I definitely had a school girl crush on him, and while I’d like to say I tried something, I never did. Too intimidating a prospect to be honest.

Anyways, I was spending the weekend at my cousins and she had some random work emergency come up. It was a nice sunny day so I decided to go by the lakeshore and just spend some alone time. She said she would join once work was done.

Go Kelly, Its Your Birthday [F/M]

Kelly just turned forty-two years old. Single with two daughters that she had in her teens, walked in her lavish studio apartment in her birthday suit to the kitchen, her chocolate skin glistening. Her wide hips, round ass, and big bust exposed to a open window, where across the neighboring building, a teenager quickly pulled his shorts down and jerks-off at the view of his hot neighbor. She makes herself tea while scrolling through all of her notifications, wishing her a happy birthday. She received various messages from previous flings sending dick pictures wishing to celebrate her birthday with her.

She didn’t make any plans for her birthday this year. She knew that all it would come down to was either she was fucking someone or she was going to fuck someone up. That’s what has been coming down for Kelly for the past five birthdays. She takes her tea back to her bedroom to quietly spend the rest of her day, but when she walked passed her window, she catches a glimpse of a hand movement from across the building, she sees the young man stroking his dick. She stands in front of her window, sipping her tea, while the teenager continues to work his dick, not knowing his fantasy is now watching him. The young man bust his nut, a little cum shoots into the air, just enough for Kelly to see that he had exhausted himself. The young man gets up, reaches for something to wipe off his cum, he looks out of his window, he freezes, Kelly gives him a playful wave, and embarrassed, he quickly tries to coverup and get out of sight. Kelly smiled and sipped her tea, with her ass jiggling all the way to her bedroom.

Brain Hack Incest Chapter 01 – Hacking A Stranger To Suck Me Off

I guess you can call me a regular 18-year-old high school student.

Or maybe irregular. I don’t really know what the fuck other guys my age get up to, not really.

I sit at the back of the class, away from the jocks and bitches.

My only friend, Kevin, was the only other guy I know who kinda got me. He was equally 18 and a fucking virgin.

“Tom! You gotta check out this girl I found last night!”

He practically shoved his smartphone into my face. He had an obscure adult website running, a girl moaning as a guy with a massive dick plowed into her.

“Dude!” I said, “put that shit away. You’re going to get us in trouble.”

Kevin looked around. The phone’s volume was low, but I didn’t know if others could hear it. If they did, they weren’t taking any notice of it.

“You gotta relax, man. No one gives a shit.”

But I did. I was ‘uncool’ enough as it is. I didn’t need to have a reputation as being the local pervert too.

Brain Hack Incest Chapter 01 – Hacking A Stranger To Suck Me Off [mind control]

I guess you can call me a regular 18-year-old high school student.

Or maybe irregular. I don’t really know what the fuck other guys my age get up to, not really.

I sit at the back of the class, away from the jocks and bitches.

My only friend, Kevin, was the only other guy I know who kinda got me. He was equally 18 and a fucking virgin.

“Tom! You gotta check out this girl I found last night!”

He practically shoved his smartphone into my face. He had an obscure adult website running, a girl moaning as a guy with a massive dick plowed into her.

“Dude!” I said, “put that shit away. You’re going to get us in trouble.”

Kevin looked around. The phone’s volume was low, but I didn’t know if others could hear it. If they did, they weren’t taking any notice of it.

“You gotta relax, man. No one gives a shit.”

But I did. I was ‘uncool’ enough as it is. I didn’t need to have a reputation as being the local pervert too.

FWB > LTR – Valentine Quickie – Jacob [FM]

It had been a long day. The Super Bowl hangover had left my head and I was finally feeling mostly normal. I had motored through the day and was going to treat myself to a nice hot soak in the tub followed by a roll in my freshly laundered sheets with a toy. It was the first Valentines Day that I was not with someone, and in many ways I was going to relish in being single and not buying into a commercialized holiday.

I was finishing the latest episode of 1883 when my phone buzzed. It was Jacob seeing how my “other” Super Bowl party was. He took offense when I left his party after half time and headed over to my coworkers Super Bowl Dance party. For the past week or so, he had been pushing for an upgrade to a relationship. He’s a great guy and there is some solid sexual chemistry, but I am not ready to get back into the relationship game. He’s super driven and has a demanding job, which is great, but it encompasses his life and at this point, it’s a deal breaker.

How a run-in with my ex made me a submissive man for the night. [MF]

I’ve been thinking about writing this story for a while. It happened about five years ago but there is a bit of drama and backstory related to this. If you want to skip the backstory in which I will likely pour my bleeding heart out, skip to the line of ====== further down. If you are, by any miracle of chance, actually interested in my life story then please read on. Either way, I hope you enjoy since this is my smut writing debut. I might ramble off a bit but hey.

When I was 17 years old I went on a holiday abroad with friends of mine. It was a post-high school holiday in a sunny part of Europe filled with loads of booze-loaded nights out, hungover daytime activities and most importantly, girls who were just as willing to find out what life is all about as we were. Think of a real-life version of The Inbetweeners, but with less awkwardness. The holidays were moving along well up until a certain point I ran into what would be my first love ever – Julie.

The Divorce. [M/F]

I didn’t mean for it to happen. Sometimes things just get beyond our control and nothing you can do will change them.

My wife and I married young. I was twenty, and Kassie was just turning nineteen, but we’d been an item more or less since we were kids, and as cheesy as it sounds, we had a bond like you would only see in a fairy tale. Which makes what happened only more disheartening.

We were childhood friends turned high school sweethearts, and part of what made our relationship so strong was the fact we’d been there for each other through some pretty tough times. Kassie was a bright light for me when my parents divorced, and I helped to pick both her and her mother up when Kassie’s father, Jack, was killed in a car accident. But, I guess in the end, even the strongest bonds have their weaknesses.

The first ten years of our marriage were amazing. We both worked hard to put ourselves through college. I went into engineering, while Kassie went the distance with veterinarian school. By the time things began to change, she’d started her own practice specializing in horse medicine. She was good, and before long my wife was highly sought after in the racehorse community. This would open the door for Kassie to gain a lot of high-profile connections, and eventually lead to her having to travel all over the country on a regular basis.

The Divorce. [M/F]

I didn’t mean for it to happen. Sometimes things just get beyond our control and nothing you can do will change them.

My wife and I married young. I was twenty, and Kassie was just turning nineteen, but we’d been an item more or less since we were kids, and as cheesy as it sounds, we had a bond like you would only see in a fairy tale. Which makes what happened only more disheartening.

We were childhood friends turned high school sweethearts, and part of what made our relationship so strong was the fact we’d been there for each other through some pretty tough times. Kassie was a bright light for me when my parents divorced, and I helped to pick both her and her mother up when Kassie’s father, Jack, was killed in a car accident. But, I guess in the end, even the strongest bonds have their weaknesses.

The first ten years of our marriage were amazing. We both worked hard to put ourselves through college. I went into engineering, while Kassie went the distance with veterinarian school. By the time things began to change, she’d started her own practice specializing in horse medicine. She was good, and before long my wife was highly sought after in the racehorse community. This would open the door for Kassie to gain a lot of high-profile connections, and eventually lead to her having to travel all over the country on a regular basis.

April 2020 the month we fucked. [fm]40

At the beginning of the pandemic me and my husband were both home the whole month. I was working and my husband took off to be with me. we only left the house once a week to get supplies and food and definitely more lube. We had sex at least once a day many times twice or three times a day thinking the world was gonna end we fucked like kids in high school as much as we could.

We would wake up most mornings open up the curtains and fuck in front of our picture window overlooking the cul-de-sac knowing that everyone was home and there’s a good chance that someone would see us. We were the only house in the cul-de-sac without kids so it’s also kind of a little fuck you to the rest of the neighborhood. We quickly became exhibitionists.

At night we would go to the downstairs guest bedroom open the windows and turn on a lamp so anyone could see in who happens to walk by with their kids or dog would see us going at it like dogs with me laying down with my ass sticking up with my husband pounding me harder and harder.

The aftermath of a drunken kiss

Naomi and Emmanuel have been best friends since freshman year in high school. It was now junior year on college, and Emmanuel was head over heals in love with Naomi. But, Naomi was seeing someone else, but it was a fresh relationship.

Emmanuel knew he had to do something before he lost her forever.

One night, at a frat party, Naomi and Emmanuel were drinking together. After a few drinks, Naomi usually became very loose.

Emmanuel, being just as drunk as she was, took a chance. He kissed her. And obliviously, she kissed him back. But that’s all that happened. A kiss. No grabbing, no touching. Just a kiss. It was long, and soft, but nothing more.

Naomi didn’t talk to Emmanuel for a week after that.

Emmanuel, feeling guilty and a little angry, decided to confront her. He went to her off campus apartment, and walked in, locking the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” She asked softly. “I’ve always just walked in to your apartment.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” She retaliated, her voice still soft. “We need to talk.”