Exploring Cara – Part 2 [MF][MMF]

Things got interesting with Cara immediately after I ordered her to her knees, she sucked me off, and swallowed everything. After this, the texts and emails began to pile up. She kept telling me how hot it was and that she couldn’t stop thinking about me. I was doing the same and couldn’t stop thinking about how much fun it was to dominate her. I told her she was mine to do with as I pleased and that the next time we met, she had better be prepared.

Fast Forward – One Week

We were schedule to meet at my studio around noon that Saturday. We had been messaging prior and I instructed her to bring something sexy to wear as we would be working and playing today. When Cara showed up, I wasted no time in getting started. I demanded that she show me what she had brought and she seemed a bit embarrassed. She told me she would go to the bathroom and get changed for me but I told her to strip and change in front of me. As she began taking her clothes off, I couldn’t believe how beautiful her body was. She was thin, long brown hair, quite tall, with beautiful C-Cup tits. She slipped on a very slutty teddy with a pair of crotch less panties and said very softly that she had been waiting to wear this for quite some time. I asked what else she brought and she told me that she had brought a vibrator and a dildo in her bag as well. I then told her we were going to play a little game.

Trading Sweat [MF]

The furthest we had gone in high school was making out, her shirtless in a white bra with full cup coverage. It was boarding school – the rooms were squares and four to a room. I had gone with her roommate to junior prom, so it was awkward while we kissed each other in a separate corner of the room with a movie playing on her laptop and makeshift curtains barely drawn.

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Kaelyn was tiny, but had a great rack. The kind of rack that distracted from everything else – her tits were so great that I hadn’t really thought about her ass. (I would later find out that she had the kind of ass that was plump handfuls, great to reach my hands around and grab as I pounded her.)

Throughout the years Kaelyn and I kept in loose touch. We were involved with the political scene, and in and out of similar campaigns. We went off to school in different parts of the country, but now for a short time found ourselves in the same city. Both of us were staying with our parents, and there was nowhere to go.

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Meg pays August for tech help

It was a quiet, quaint evening at the coffee shop in the corner.

Meg, a slim yet curvaceous, exotic brunette happened to be sitting at a table by herself in the midst of the place and sipped her warm, smooth macchiato, delicately holding the cup with her dainty fingers, and nibbling at a little glazed scone.

She wore a loose chiffon puff sleeved blouse with a white tank top under it, with a lacy white skirt, and white knee highs along with black Mary Jane shoes. Her hair was wavy and medium length, with a little sparkly butterfly clip in her side part.

She glanced over her pc, occasionally clicking articles that caught her interest. She should had been working on her essay for her professor’s project, but was too distracted to. It was mostly finished but needed some added touches.

A sudden whirr and a clicking sound. Her PC crashed.

“Fuck, I have to get this fixed quickly or else I can’t get this essay turned in on time”

She closed her PC and unlocked her phone, looking to see if there were any computer repair shops in the area.

Fun with Sally: [M]y Dancer Girl[F]riend

I’ve been a long time lurker on this sub, enjoying all the stories people have posted over the months. Over the weekend, I decided that maybe it’s time for me to give out a few stories of my own. All names have been changed. Anyway, here goes!

During college, I dated a girl who was really into dance, who I’ll call Sally (not her real name). Sally had shoulder-length blonde hair, piercing gray eyes, and the classic dancer’s body. She was slender, with a toned stomach and firm, perky tits that were the perfect handful. I’m above average, not super ripped, but in good shape overall. I wasn’t going to win a bodybuilding contest, but I took care of myself. My biggest asset is my cock, a thick 6″ in length, with a faster than average recovery time.

This particular story happened partway through our third year, when we had just turned 20. (I guess you could call this a mutual birthday present.) We had both signed up for a ballroom dance class. It was definitely beneath her skills as a dancer, and I had two left feet, but that wasn’t why we were there. We loved running our hands over each other, knowing that we couldn’t do anything until we got back to one or the other’s place. It made for great teasing/foreplay.

Andrew Breaks the Codes: Chapter 1 Claiming Marta [MF] [Str8]

Andrew had always seen the lights and colors and symbols, he just didn’t know what they were. Actually, at first, he assumed everybody saw them. He realized no one else did when the trips to pediatric ophthalmologists started. He was examined by the best and tested by the brightest, but not one of the doctors and scientists could even understand what he was describing, let alone cure it.

One of the specialists gave him an out though. He suggested to his parents that perhaps Andrew would outgrow it. That’s what he decided to do. He didn’t like lying to his parents, but he decided it was ok when he saw how relieved they were. His affliction disappeared as mysteriously as it had begun.

Andrew was intrigued by the things he saw. He noticed subtle changes between members of a group of objects. If he looked at a bag of oranges, for example, some had more vibrant orange highlight colors. If he selected one of those it’s flavor was more intense than one of the paler fruits. There was a little thing that looked like half a zipper assigned to each orange. Some of the teeth on each zipper stuck up higher than the others. The ones with more of the higher teeth were sweeter. The bigger the little droplet drawn next to the orange, the juicer.

My Slutty Teen Slave [Mdom] [fsub] [BDSM]

This is a story I wrote a couple years back and posted on another site.

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When I was twenty, shortly after I broke off my year long relationship with a girl named Natalie, I started to search adult chat sites for female submissives. I talked with a few, but none of them were quite what I was looking for.

One night, as I sat on the couch in my apartment, I pulled out my laptop. Within minutes I found a possible submissive, who listed her name as Jess18. I sent her a quick hello, and she replied, seeming flirty.

“So, I heard you’re looking for someone who can hold you down and have their way with your helpless body? ;)”

It took her a minute to reply, but she said, “Ohhhh yes :) are you that guy?”

“Maybe. We’ll see ;)”

We chatted for about ten minutes. I learned that her name was Jessica and she was a high school student on their cheer squad.

“Oh really? I’m James. Are you a senior?”

“Nope! A junior. I just turned 18 :)”

“I’m twenty, by the way.”

[M] Threeway between my bestfriend, his girlfriend and myself.

I was attending my last year of high school in Los Angeles when I first met Derick and his girlfriend, Sandra. Derick was the popular kind, a tall skinny Mexican with short black slicked back hair and a dark brown skin tone. He was the artist type, working on his artwork, whether it was Photoshop or a mural on a wall, you could always find him creating. Derick always cracked jokes in class and spread positivity to everyone he met so it made him one of the most likeable person in our high school. I met him after I met Sandra. Sandra on the other hand was an introvert. Quiet, always minded her business and never fell to the gossip surrounding her. She was short with pale skin, green eyes, curly brown hair and with a body that definitely stood out among the other classmates. She always wore black. No matter what she wore it was always black. She brought a skirt to school? Black. Jeans? Black. Sweaters? Black. Not once throughout high school I saw her wear anything but black. With the exception of her cheerleader outfit. She joined cheerleading early into high school. Even though she was an introvert, through cheerleading she became one of the popular girls and naturally, many of the guys including myself found her extremely beautiful and attractive. At the end of high school, they were marked down as “Cutest Couple” n our yearbook and even became prom queen and king.

I WANT NEXT [mff] [mother/daughter] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [swallow]

My friend Heather had a party for her daughter, Maggie, who had just graduated from college. I’ve always had a crush on Heather. She was a little older than me, but she was a total knockout. Just beautiful. My plan was simple: Attend the party, stay all night, and then offer to help clean up. Hopefully one thing would lead to another.

The party itself was fine. Her ex-husband was there, which was good for my case. He was a dick. I could use that later to say I would have treated her better if I had the chance to be with her. She would smile, touch my hand, tell me how sweet I was and then, bam. She’d kiss me. One thing would lead to another and we’d fuck. Well … one could dream.

As it happened, my fantasy wasn’t far off from reality. Her husband WAS a dick. I bailed her out of a near fight with him, “rescuing her” from an almost argument with him. We went outside and talked. She vented about him.

“You need to blow off some steam,” I said.

Playing pretend with an old friend [MF] – phone sex, J(ill)OI, not-quite-cheating [LONG]

**Disclaimer:** As you’ll soon learn, the circumstances of this story make some level of speculation unavoidable. Any fudging of actions or dialogue has been made in good faith. I hope you’ll accept, though, that the important bits – and there are many of them – have remained as clear and sharp as the night they took place.

Impatient and/or horny people can skip to the **[***]**.

**Fall of 1998. Nowhere, the Midwest, USA**

Me: A standard-issue small-town white nerd, aged 21. 5’7″ on my best day, not fat, but no muscle tone to speak of. Thick brown hair, dark green eyes, two godawful small-town tattoos, and, although it hadn’t been pointed out to me yet, a rather attractive, well-proportioned dick. At the time of this story, a bit inexperienced, but still a total pervert.

Recent high school grad fucks herself silly while escaping from the [F]amily picnic

For those visual inclined folks, I’m a 5’ 1” recent high school graduate with brown hair so dark people usually mistake it for black. With soft, perky 34Bs, I’m envious of my more well-endowed friends. Envious and aroused. I have green eyes, which people call hazel, I’m skinny (thanks to good genes; I live off of candy and buffalo chicken anything), and once a friendly life guard called my face “cute.”

Story: well, it’s a sunny day in unnamed America, and my family decided a picnic was in order. They didn’t know I had been edging all morning, browsing Reddit and working up a nice creamy pussy. Luckily, my dad knocked on my bedroom door, giving me just enough time to extract my fingertip from inside me.

My family loves picnics; I don’t. But I go, despite the heat rising from my wet pussy, despite the images of god pussies and sexy women smoking trees and naughty midnight confessions I had been reading since I woke up floating in my newly-perverted mind. I don’t mind pervert as a put-down. I own it, to myself at least. A little pervert rubbing her clit anywhere she can.