Tag: High School

The Weekend I turned my mom’s nurse into my little whore [Uniform/Noncon/Interracial] Part 1

This happened in the summer of 2010, after I graduated from high school. I had always been VERY interested in sex and while being an awkward asf teenager who never even dated until after this particular summer, I was always jacking off to the thoughts of many women I knew both my age and older, usually older finding them much more attractive than half the women I knew personally (usually for just being outright cunts to me in school and even since then).

My mom, bless her soul, was one of the most beloved people in my life, seeing as how being the youngest out of five siblings (all four others being half-siblings) and my parents separated -never married, really- left me living with my mother for most of my life at that time. At first she was perfectly healthy, working a part-time job helping my grandmother and the older (and hotter) of my twin half-sisters put DMV paperwork through the system. Then, my cat bit her foot after she accidentally stepped on his tail. Read more »

Story Time with a Masseur: Part 1 – First Client[18f]

I meant for this one to be shorter. I failed. Oh, and there’s no actual sex in this one; the sex for this series comes with some later clients. I still included the dotted line if you want to skip some of the universe-building. Btw, no sex doesn’t mean no passion?   Please, Enjoy.

Some of you may know Natalie if you follow my non-fiction stories. I was with her at the time (so this again was back in 2011 in my senior year of high school), but was just starting to experience the phenomenon that women seem to pay more attention to you when you’re taken. Maybe your eyes are just more sensitive to it when you know you shouldn’t be looking for it. I’m no shrink. Either way, that’s exactly as I recall it. The result of it ultimately jump-started my journey into massage therapy. Let me explain. Read more »

A Morning Run [M 18, F 19]

The only crush I ever had in high school was on a girl one year older than me. Her name was Ivy, and she was, frankly, the prettiest girl I had ever seen.

Ivy was short, about 5’5″, and my 6′ self towered over her. Other than some red lipstick, she never wore any makeup; her natural freckles and red cheeks gave her a natural, cute beauty. She had brown hair that flowed down to her shoulders, although she often kept it in a bun. Her torso looked like a “V” thanks to years of cheerleading, but her hips were wide and made for childbirthing. This juxtaposition gave her a pear shape from the back, although, if you were looking at her backside, you were probably looking down a bit. Her wardrobe of tight jeans and booty shorts complemented her ass, which was so thick that it jiggled when she walked. Her thighs, too, were erotically big and soft – all I’ve ever wanted be is between them. Her breasts, conversely, were small: unless she was wearing a particularly tight shirt, you would probably miss them. Read more »

Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch (Part 1) (Wholesome)

Please keep in mind that this is my first time ever attempting to write something like this, I’m not even any type of writer to begin with. This is Part 1 but if there is good reception to this I will definitely write a part 2! All feedback is greatly appreciated, you can be brutally honest!

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# Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch

I made plans with Caitlyn the night before, I was going to pick her up to go to lunch at noon. We haven’t seen each other since high school, she graduated earlier this year and I graduated last year. She and I were really good friends in High School, and we had kept very good contact since we each went our separate ways. She had gone away to college in the fall, and I had been at home working and going to community college. Despite this, we text almost every day and had the occasional FaceTime call. I think we both had stupid crushes on each other at some point in school, but the timing was never right for either of us.

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[MF] How President Trump made my (27M) sex life great again

I’m a 27-year old conservative male, living in a very liberal city, and President Trump was the best thing that’s happened to my sex life.

Some background: In college, I was an athlete and in a frat, and getting laid was easy. I briefly had a gf sophomore year, but before and after that was just a series of hookups (we sometimes have competitions to see who could get the most number of girls in one week).

When I graduated, I got a job in finance, and moved to a large very liberal city. I was on dating apps, and would still get regular dates and sex (I’m muscular and good-looking and have shirtless pics on my bio), but the pace was slower. I was getting laid once or maybe twice a week, or, in a slow point, once every couple weeks.

Then the 2016 campaign happened. I’m a lifelong conservative, and of course I supported Trump. I put “MAGA “ in my bio. I’ve never been embarrassed about my views, and I love winning debates. Read more »

[FM] My Best Friend’s Dad and I – Update

(Is this how people do updates, or should I be adding this as an edit to my previous story? Regardless, there’s no sex in this story, just an update.)

I grew a pair (of ovaries) and brought it all up to Brent at lunch today.  I told him that I’m sorry if I took things too far but that I had fun, and I was not opposed to repeating the other night, or going further.  Brent echoed the same sentiments, but told me that he’s having a hard time crossing the line.  He has always treated me like his own child.  And while I have a very present father of my own (you all really thrive on daddy issues), Brent has always been like father number 2. Read more »

The one man that could get me to do whatever he wanted. [MF]

Obligatory this all happened from 2000-2012. I created this username in reference of who I am as a person now. I have two young children, and a dog, I’m an upstanding member of my church and community, and my husband has no idea that this all happened, and I have no reason to bring up the past for nothing. I’m writing this all after watching titanic, and realizing that I had my own, more drawn out and graphic version. So I’ll call him Jack and myself Rose.

To describe myself, I’m 5’ 4” with thick brown hair that goes to the small of my back. My tits have always been smaller than I’d like but they’re a nice handful. I’ve been an avid runner all my life and my legs and ass show it.

It started when I was 16, and Jack was in my math class. He was funny, he was electric, teachers either loved him or hated him. He had absolutely no impulse control. One day he was chatting me up, and he had me almost in tears I was laughing so hard. Suddenly his face changed in a way I had never seen before and Jack said, “You should come to my place after school.” Read more »

Loving white wife, black cock whore

You’ve been married to Jake for two years now. You love him. He is a really great guy. But he’s not the most masculine guy on earth. He’s not very athletic. As a matter of fact you intimidate him a little. In the relationship you’re in charge of most major decisions. And in bed he leaves you cold. He tries to make love to you. Kissing you softly and gently. But you miss just being fucked. In college you had an affair with a very masculine, sexually dominant older man. You would spend all day thinking about how he was going to fuck you that night. Quivering with anticipation. And while you love Jake so much. You miss that. 

    When Jake dropped out of law school to pursue his art you supported him. Literally. You’ve become the primary breadwinner since your husband didn’t make much money at all.

You worked several jobs that you hate before you landed your current position. You were recently hired as personal secretary for Andre Jackson of Jackson and associated law firm. Mr. Jackson was a very high powered corporate attorney who represented some of the biggest firms in the country. You loved the job. The pay was good. The hours weren’t too bad. And the work was. Well the work was interesting. Read more »

Blackmail 02 – An Unlikely Scenario (F, blackmail, fiction)

Have I ever mentioned I hate feeling hopeless?

Right now I feel like I’m stuck in between a rock and a hard place.

The rock being the material my mysterious blackmailer has on me.

The hard place being my blackmailer.

If only I had a cleaner past I wouldn’t be in this situation but life comes at you.

Shortly after high school and before college I got myself into the wrong crowd which led me into stripping which helped pay for a lot of my schooling when I decided to go to college and teach.

That led me into getting noticed by people who introduced me into doing porn and making more money.

Though they tried to get me addicting to drugs so I’d be more dependent on their ‘generosity’ but it didn’t work.

Drugs were never my vice.

But tattoos…..oh god. That’s a vice in itself. Once I got talked into my first tattoo I got the itch to get more and more.

That and sex.

Between the large amounts of money between stripping and porn I was able to answer two of my vices. Sex and tattoos. Read more »