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Doing JFK Proud [MF] [True Story]

I happened to be chatting with my friend Wendy tonight. I couldn’t decide which story to write next, so I gave her a few choices. She suggested I go with an oldie but a goodie, so in that spirit let’s go back to the late ‘80s…

It was the summer between my junior and senior year in college, and I was a Congressional intern working on Capital Hill. It was an amazing experience, especially at that age. I got a small glimpse into the inner workings of our nation’s government, and a bigger glimpse into the inner workings of a few lovely young interns and Congressional staffers.

It was a great summer, with many highlights, sexual and otherwise. I got a blowjob at the Iwo Jima monument, and a different night I fooled around with two women in my dorm room on the same night. Not at the same time unfortunately. But the best story was with my friend Julie.

Julie and I had gone to high school together. She was a year behind me, and we had a fun, sweet, flirtatious relationship. When we met she already had a long-term boyfriend and she and I had more of a big brother-little sister relationship, but the mutual attraction was palpable. We went to different colleges but kept in touch, and when we did see each other the electricity in our young, hormone-infused bodies was conspicuous. Read more »

[FFM] My First Threesome Experience

I was around the age of (24) and went through a break up. I started my party phase in life with booze and experimenting with various kinds of drugs and began hanging out with a friend from high school she was (25) red hair and freckles 5’6 DD tits chubby girl and highly sexual wearing just regular casual wear let’s call her Bev. One night we decided to hang out with a girl that I knew from my old job as a cashier at a Homeland Grocery Store and have some drinks and listen to music. She (23) also happened to be one of my exes friend at the time. Let’s call her Shayla.

Myself and Bev went to go get her in my Truck. As we drove down her drive way. My headlights shined on her waiting. She looked very sexy that night Slim 5’4 36C tits pale white skin knee high goth boots that made her a little bit taller wearing a pink and black mini skirt you could see her pink thong easily and a skin tight white shirt her long jett black hair flowing in the wind her facial piercings sparkling in the headlights. I’ve only seen her wearing Pants and shirts with goth attire. Read more »

[MFM] Me, my wife and her best friend – bi-curious

M came around 9 with two bottles of wine and a tequila, just like they ask him to bring. He seemed a bit nervous but smiling as he was pretty certain about what was going to happen.

D was in her blue summer dress with no bra and just some panties on, barefoot and smelling like coconut oil, from her body cream she applied not so many minutes before.

I had just showered literally minutes before the door rang and I was wearing a white towel around me. I was surrounded by a strong scent of chocolate and coffee, with my hair still wet.

The lights were dimmed and the music playing in the background sounded like a cuban band playing a R&B song in an infinite loop.

We sat down on the sofa and D, brought tequila and lemons and in no more than 10 minutes the bottle was empty and you could see that all 3 of us were more relaxed and with reddish cheeks, laughing at every silly joke I was making trying to decrease the tension.

I proposed then to play a game I didn’t play since high school, and that could prove a lot funnier at our age, « Truth or Dare ». Read more »

Mr. Smith’s after school lesson (fiction)

“Taylor, I need to see you after class.”

She looked back and stared at Mr. Smith blankly for a moment before nodding. What for? Did she do something wrong? Taylor turned around, leaving the door frame and feeling her ears turn red. For the past year, Taylor had developed a series of fantasies that focused on a man twice her age – at the very least. Mr. Smith was perhaps 5’9”, in his late 30s with next to no hair. She couldn’t tell if he was balding or if he regularly shaved his head. Regardless, he exuded a subtle charm that had caught her attention within the first few days of being in his class.

The bell rang and her breath hitched. He wanted to see her after class. No, he had said he needed to see her after class. But for what? She swallowed and her finger twitched as she made her way to Mr. Smith’s desk, which was unsurprisingly messy, strewn with papers, pencils, and sticky notes. Taylor regulated her breathing, counting silently in her head. 1…2…1…2…1…2…

“Hello, Taylor,” Taylor managed a smile up at him.

“Hello, Mr. Smith. What’s this about?” Read more »

[f][M][Str8] 38M High School Teacher having “inappropriate” relationship with 18F Student

First, my particular fantasy really is in regard to an 18 yr old. I know that’s kind of become a fad to say “18” and when you’re really just avoiding filters, but my fantasy really is for 18 yr olds specifically because that’s when teenagers have legal responsiiblity (that last statement will make sense later.)

Oh and for the record I do not have kids ***nor*** am I a teacher, lol.

Last warning: This story/fantasy touches on being a bit masochistic. NOT violence, no rape or anything like that, just on the dark side, especially at the end.

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My fantasy has been to take advantage of a naive 18F student in my class. My fantasies always play out in my head a lot like I’m watching a movie. i.e. — I always imagine my POV would be like a camera surveying a scene. In this case, it’s after class, schools deserted. The parking lot is empty aside from my truck in the back of the lot. Read more »

I Forced My Brother to Fuck Me and I’m Not Sorry [F/M][brother/sister][femdom][incest][noncon][dubcon][blackmail][big tits][chubby][pregnancy risk][romantic]

*The following story is entirely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons alive or dead is entirely coincidental. Also, always make sure that when you fuck your brother in real life, you have his full enthusiastic consent. Thank you.*

Think about the worst thing you’ve ever done. Was it really bad? Maybe you cheated on someone. Maybe you stole something. (Did you get caught? No? Well done.) Maybe it’s worse than that. Maybe you got into a fight and assaulted someone. Maybe you did some time? Whoever you are I doubt that the worst thing you’ve ever done is as bad as what I did. Yeah, that’s right. I raped my own brother.

You want to know what happened, don’t you? How? Why? Maybe you’re a little excited to hear the details. Maybe you’re as sick as me and you would do the same if you could. Well, strap in, dear reader, because I am going to tell you. Read more »

[M] reconnecting with an old [f]riend after my divorce [long]

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When my first wife decided to end things, I found myself trying to start my life all over again. I had found a place big enough for myself and my two kids that would be coming over for weekend and holidays. On moving day, as I was unloading boxes out the back of my pickup I heard a voice say “So you’re the new neighbor.”
I turned to see on old friend from high school standing in the opposite driveway. Her body slightly matured but her face the same cute and friendly way I remembered. She ran over and hugged me, her 5’3″ athletic frame a drastic difference from my 6’5″ and heavy set body. We stood there and caught up on the last 10 or so years. We talked about my kids and hers, we exchanged phone numbers, we made the usual platitudes of “I’m here if you need anything” and for the first time in a while I felt good again. Read more »

Bad Brad and the Overprotective Dad [mf/MF][trashy][father/daughter][Forced incest][non-con][dub-con][violence][rebellious daughter][Dom][Femdom][bondage][Forced bi][cuckolding][1980s][star-crossed lovers][romance]

*Summary: In 1980s New Jersey, rebellious Monalisa loves her badass boyfriend Brad, but when her dad tries to meddle, she punishes Dad in the most perverted way. Mom gets a bit of punishment too but ends up loving it.*

My dad was such a dick when I was growing up. He made my life miserable. I mean, I get it, it was just how he was raised. We were small town Catholics in New Jersey in the 1980s. What do you expect, right? I was the baby of the family, with five older brothers who had all moved out of home by the time I turned 18, but I had had the terrible luck of being born the only girl.

My curfew was 6 p.m. every night, even on weekends. Dad needed to know where I was at all times. If I went over to a friend’s house, he would call that friend’s parents at least *every two hours* to make sure I was still there. And of course, I was only allowed to be friends with other girls from the Catholic school I attended. My bedroom was subject to regular inspections, and if he found any contraband (unapproved reading material, makeup, rock music cassette tapes, *any* type of magazine), I would be grounded for a week. Once he found a Billy Idol album wedged in between my mattresses, and he rang around all of my friend’s parents to find out who had lent it to me. Of course, I didn’t tell him the truth. I had shoplifted it from Tower Records. Duh. Read more »