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[Fm] [f-solo] [m-solo] [voy] [inc?] A fire inside of me (Part 1)

Certain Internet subcultures associate the name Chad with attractiveness and virility. Naming me Chad was the first thing my parents had done for me, and possibly the best.

Quickly after my birth, they realized that meth is more fun than diapers and formula. Their downward spiral was quick. The story I was told is that my dad was shot to death in a convenience store robbery gone wrong. My mom held on a bit longer, but eventually she got caught trying to sell her own body for money, and made her way to prison, and I to the foster care system.

She met her untimely demise in prison, awaiting trial, killed by an overdose. Meanwhile, I went on to become a young troubled child, and scare away several foster families. But not John and Martha. Or at least not Martha. They took me home on my 10th birthday, gave me a cozy room to call my own, and a stable predictable routine.

It didn’t take me long to realize that there was no love in their marriage. John, my adoptive dad, had married out of a sense of duty, it was just one of the things one does, but he cared little for family life, and probably saw Martha, my adoptive mom, as little more than a roommate. He was consumed by work, his career the only thing he valued in life. Read more »

[MF] Getting walked in on by her dad…

When I was in high school, I dated a girl named Rae for a couple years. Rae was absoluting stunning. Tan skin. Brown eyes. Wavy light brown hair. Amazing body; slender and fit (she was a soccer player), firm ass, and a perfect pair of round tits. She looked a lot like [Keira Knightly](https://top100women.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/keira-knightley.jpg).

This story happened during the summer after our senior year of high school (we were both of age) before we’d both head off to college.

Her parents were separated and they had an agreement that he was not supposed to enter their house under any circumstance. Both of her parents worked normal 9-5 jobs. Since alone time can be hard to come by when you’re living with your parents, we often took advantage of her empty house during the summer, and this day was no different.

Wanting to be romantic, I stopped at the local florist and picked up a bouquet of flowers on my way to see her that morning. When I walked into her house, Rae was hanging out in the living room watching some tv in a white tank top and grey sweatpants. I walked over to her and revealed the flowers from behind my back. Enthralled by my gesture, she jumped into my arms and passionately began to make out with me. Read more »

[MF] The luckiest day of my life: the time I fucked the married woman of my dreams

I had known Anne for as long as I could remember. A few years before I was even born, my mother opened a florist in our hometown and, over the years to come, built a profitable little business. Anne was one of eight full-time employees, all of which I came to know during the course of my childhood and adolescence. The women employed at the flower shop were all endearingly nice to me any and every time I was around. It helped that they had tremendous respect for my mother, their boss.

Anne was the youngest of the women who worked for my mother, though she was still 22 years my elder. Married, with two kids, she was also –by far– the most attractive physically. Anne was modest, most likely due to the fact that she married young. Despite possessing an incredibly toned body, she never flaunted it. She was petite, maybe 5-foot-4, with a blonde pixie cut, stunningly bright blue eyes, and a bubbly, friendly, personality. Her face was that of a classic girl-next-door beauty, cute as a button, naively unaware of her true beauty. She was the type of girl whose smile made you completely unaware of your other surroundings. Her professional, conservative-ish, work clothing went to great lengths (disappointingly for me) to obscure her assets, but it didn’t take much imagination to picture what she had covered up. As I progressed into my teenage years, I put my imagination (and a photograph of Anne I had slyly “borrowed” from a drawer at the office when no one was watching) to work several times in the privacy of my childhood bedroom. Read more »

Cum Loving Slut at a Party

*This story is just a fantasy of mine*

Let me start with a little bit about myself.

I’m Lea, a 5′ 5″, 115 pound, 23 year old girl and my bra size is 34B, on the rare occasions that I actually wear one. Not the biggest boobs but I’ve never gotten any complaints. I’m brunette, white, bisexual, and insanely horny. For years I would get turned on by the slightest sexual tension and soak right through my panties. It would embarrass me when it happens in public if the thrill of someone noticing my slutty mess didn’t turn me on so much. Sometimes I’ll go commando in skirts and dresses, both nervous and excited at the thought of my pussy being exposed or my grool dripping down my leg for all to see. Sometimes I’ll even put a butt plug in and just walk around until I’m dripping wet, fantasizing about a man noticing me and ravaging my tight body. I’m almost always carrying a dildo in my purse for those instances that I can’t control myself or find someone to play with and need to fill my sloppy little pussy. I’ve always loved sex, and I learned quickly that I especially loved being being fucked roughly. As wet as my pussy gets I feel like I was made for fat cocks to slide right in to my holes. Read more »

Role Reversal [MF] [prost]

“You looking for a good time, hot stuff? Because I’m all about good times…for a price!”

Gloria “Glory” Pyre chuckled to herself, but tried to take the kinky sight before her seriously. That wasn’t easy because her husband, Brett Pyre, didn’t usually wear a black leather jacket, skin-tight pants, undersized shirts, and enough of hair-care products to open his own salon. He hadn’t worn something that elaborate since their wedding day and even then, he didn’t go so overboard with the aftershave.

She still humored him, though. Pretending to be shy and reserved, she opened the door to the hotel room they’d rented and welcomed him.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Steadman,” she said.

“That’s Studman, ma’am,” he said boldly.

“Right…Mr. Studman,” Glory said, still trying not to laugh. “Please…won’t you come in?”

“That depends. Are you the same Glory who reserved a full hour of my valuable time?”

“Yes, I am,” she said, “and if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to not waste a second of it.” Read more »

I lost [m]y virginity to a dominatrix

Story starts back in like…. 2002 or something. I was going to private music class. I would go in for 30 minutes, and my sibling would go in after me for another 30 minutes. There was a girl (5 years older than me) who was always waiting after my sibling for her session. I would always go back to pick up my sibling and she was always waiting there in her high school uniform. Being a young teen at the time, I knew she was cute. I only spoke to her once and that was it. Nothing special.

Fast forward years later. I’m in university and I get invited to a big birthday party at a hall. I actually see her there. She’s a cousin of the birthday girl. Shocked and heart beating, I couldn’t gather the courage to say anything to her.

A couple weeks later, I get a facebook friend request from her and accept. She send me a PM saying that she’s so happy she saw me and wanted to catch up. She left her number. Read more »

Chapter 1. Taking Casey.

It was my first day as a freshman at a community college. When I met Jane. She was a stunningly gorgeous girl with the most beautiful auburn hair and blue eyes I have ever seen.

We were complete polar opposites. She was outgoing and would talk to anyone, including strangers. I was the shy, reserved type, thanks to growing up in a home with a domineering father who could be heard repeatedly saying “Children are meant to be seen, not heard”.

I spent the next 6 months trying to get Jane’s attention and when I did, shutting down in fear, it might work and I would lose my virginity.

After about 18 months of this, I did lose my virginity to Jane. She fell pregnant and we married right out of college.

Fast forward. I’m now 42yo. My parents perished in a car accident about 6 years ago. They went on a date night, dad got drunk, driving home, he ran off the road, killing both of them instantly.

Jane and I only had 1 child, James. 2 years ago James was went to house party, took some party drug and died from an overdose. Read more »