POV: A Quarantine Agreement- [Mdom/NBsub] [roommates] [petplay]

“Who do you belong to?” You look into my eyes until I squirm under your gaze and have to look away.

“You, Daddy.” *Fuck, I belong to you.*

***

I don’t think either of us intended our housing situation to become this. It might’ve even been a joke at first, sitting on the couch together watching movies and getting high, casually dropping comments about our sexual frustration into the ether between us. ‘I’m down if you’re down,’ but both a little too nervous to actually be *down* down. To say something directly.

Somewhere around April, that changed. Now there *wasn’t* a possibility of a world outside our apartment, and we both were cooped up and pent up. You’d never been with a nonbinary person before and I hadn’t slept with a cis-het dude since high school, but a few tokes in and I was more than happy to spend the night screaming your name.

The next morning you were humming while you made me pancakes. When I shyly looked into our shared living room through *your* door in *your* t-shirt, you didn’t hesitate to stride across the room to push me roughly against the wall. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, you dragged me back into your room and shoved me face first down on your bed. You quickly got a condom on before thrusting your cock deep inside my cunt.

The New Mistress [MF] [Cheat] [D/S] [Pain] [Public]

It was a late spring morning in April. Just a few clouds in the sky, the slightly-stronger-than-normal breeze making the air a little more crisp and cooler than usual. Zack was finishing up his meeting, which was approaching lunch. He checked the time on his phone, noticing he had a notification from Snapchat. He decided to wait on opening it, as he headed down the hall to his office.

Inside, he closed the door, checking the time again (since, in his excitement he forgot to actually *check* the time). 11:34am. If he left at 11:40, he’d be home in time… His wife would be gone, since she typically stays at work all day. And that’d give him enough time —

His phone dinged again, another Snap.

“Oh?” He grinned, heart racing, he opened it up. His heart hadn’t raced like this in about a year, since his last mistress broke things off to work things out with her own husband. Zack had decided he’d try the same, but, after about six months decided he’d try his luck again. And it paid off, meeting his new mistress, Amy.

The snap opened up.

>On my way!

The Fireworks Between Us

The Fireworks Between Us

In other stories I have introduced my neighbors. Brad, the tennis pro, Austin, the just out of high school baseball player, and Jennifer, the tall leggy college student. But I haven’t talked about the mom, Lauren. Yesterday being the 4th of July our two families got together for a BBQ. When it started to get dark all of the kids jumped in a car and headed out to meet friends and set up fireworks. Unfortunately the city of Fort Worth doesn’t allow fireworks within city limits.

Anyway, after the kids took off we found ourselves alone; me, my wife Rose, Brad and Lauren. After a few bottles of wine we decided to go inside as the humidity was getting to be uncomfortable. We all settle in on the oversize couched at Brad and Lauren’s. I’d had enough wine and asked if Brad had any whiskey. Knowing he was a whiskey drinker from when he was at my house and I sucked his beautiful cock, I knew he would. He actually said he was out and asked if I would like anything else. I told him no and that I would walk to my house and get a bottle that I had been saving. My wife Rose asked for more wine and Lauren said they had finished of the last bottle of the good stuff. I told Lauren to come with me to select a couple of bottles from our collection. She said let’s go.

The Text (Pt. 06) [mf, cheating, sexting]

A month had passed since I had come home to work things out with Jason, and so far, so good. We were spending more time together, going out on “dates” again, and the sex was great, although it was slowing down from what it had been during the last couple of weeks of his affair and right when I had come home.  I guess I couldn’t really expect it to be as intense as it was when our emotions were running so high.  The jealousy and possibility of losing one another had really ramped up our sex life, and now that we were falling back into somewhat of a routine, I was sad to see that aspect slipping back into what it once was. 

First Date

I was going to a rendezvous in the scorching heat of July. It was so hot that the women’s heels remained engraved in the asphalt of the sidewalks. I arrive at the front door of “La Riviere”, a kind of cafe – confectionery locale where they served everything, coffee, tropical cocktails, cakes, ice cream, biscuits, soft drinks. Melted tar was flowing from the roof, which the unskilled workers had used to repair cracks in the ceiling. Inside, the fans were running at full capacity, making the ladies’ colored lace hats fly in all directions.

>A woman should come to the first date with a huge, yellow-pink and fragrant rose to offer to the man, kneeling in front of him, take off his pants and take his cock in her mouth urgently, right in the middle of the street. To suck it well, with passion, as if she was feeding her entire existence from its sweet nectar.

Hearing this, my date remained perplexed, dropping the teaspoon between her delicate fingers to the plate with her still unfinished rum baba, especially considering she was my former French teacher during high school.

Why is it so difficult for women to understand my philosophy of life?

[MF] My first time with a first timer

So this story happened awhile ago, right around the 4th of July, and I figure now is as good a time as any to share.

I had been working with Aubrey for a couple of months. I was 21 and she was 18, we had both gone to the same high school but had never really crossed paths, and it wasn’t until she got a job her senior year that we ended up at the same grocery store working together. I was lucky, I worked with a lot of knock-outs. But I was always in some sort of long term relationship so when I was inevitably put into a friend zone of sort by the girls I was always ok with it. Aubrey was a little different. She was a single redhead, five foot ten, who played volleyball and basketball, with an athletic, toned body that to this day was one of the most pleasing to set eyes on. Our work uniform was modest, but under her t-shirt you could tell she loved to stay in shape, and her jeans always were the talk of the guys at work.

You’re a good student but I’d prefer to make you bad (Mf)

The classroom is sweltering as the clock hits 4:57pm. Only a few minutes of detention left. 

My first ever, completely unexpected, I had whispered to my friend MacKenzie in his class and that was that, I was told to stay behind. 

Of course, I didn’t necessarily mind, I got to take in the full spectacle of Mr. Laurent, a French whirlwind of gorgeousness. Tanned, long-flowing black locks contouring his face, shaping the piercing hazel eyes that would leave your heart beating more than a little faster each time.  He was my most interesting teacher by far, English literature, he made the pages come alive, he made learning fun. It was more than a bonus that he was the crush of every girl in my year too.  It was almost a shame I was only going to be able to take him in in my final year of school before college, just after turning eighteen. After the next few months he was gone out of my life… forever.

Cheated on my BC 2 years ago and have never told him [F30] [M36]

I’ve only been with only a handful of guys. Middle school, high school, college, I was always in a relationship. Two years ago my manager announced he was transferring within the company. We had a goodbye celebration at a bar and after the goodbye ceremony during my drive home he sends me text saying “im only in the state for another two weeks” followed by a dick pic.

So I get home, park in the driveway, and couldn’t help but to look at the picture and damn. I mean I’ve worked with this guy for 2 years and occasionally glanced at his bulge but pawned it off as likely being due to good boxer briefs. So guilt started to set in for me. Like god damn, I’m always in a relationship, likely getting engaged here soon and this guy who not only looks like Johnny Sins but has a dick like him too wants to hook up before he vanishes from my life.

So it ate at me for 2 days but I gave in. Two days later I texted him back, told him that if my BF ever found out that I’d go directly to HR. He agreed. I went over there and I fulfilled my curiosity. Now I feel like I can finally settle down without any regrets and I’m not sure if I’ll ever tell my bf.

Catelyn’s Corruption [MF, anal]

Catelyn leaned her head back onto Gabe’s shoulder, snuggling closer to her boyfriend under the fuzzy blanket. A reality show was playing as the couple cuddled on the couch, enjoying the quiet Friday evening. Gabe’s roommates were out at a concert, so he had taken advantage of the empty house and invited his girlfriend over.

Catelyn was a junior journalism student in college, while Gabe was a senior English literature major. They had met at the coffee shop where Catelyn worked and had only been dating for about a month.

Gabe was Catelyn’s first boyfriend, and as much as she liked him, he also made her very nervous. Gabe had three serious girlfriends before Catelyn, and she knew that he’d slept with at least half a dozen women. Catelyn was a virgin, and Gabe’s romantic and sexual experience intimidated her.

As a commercial came on, Gabe stroked Catelyn’s hair with his left hand, while his right slowly stroked up and down her thigh. She closed her eyes in pleasure, the feeling of his hand stirring heat low in her belly.

There’s Something in the Water Chapter 1 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 19. The story is complete. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

*Late 1950s, somewhere in the Midwest …*

The stars shone bright on a cold night. Three high school seniors strode out of the malt shop and flipped up the collars on their jackets against the frigid breeze. Their footfalls echoed around the empty street as they made their way down the narrow sidewalk. Their bikes waited from them, leaning against a dark, forlorn street sign. As they left the lights, laughter, and conversation behind them, night settled in.

“Do you think we’ll see any of those shooting stars?” David looked up at the moonless sky, pushing his blond bangs out of his eyes. He stood head and shoulders above his friends. He wore his varsity basketball jacket with green and white stripes down the sleeve. It didn’t provide much warmth, but he liked everyone to know he’d made varsity that year.