Steph Takes Control Of Rehearsal [F26/M40+][teasing][light dom][oral][PIV]

This story includes excerpts from the play *Our Town*, by Thornton Wilder. Any text in italics is a line from the play. If you don’t want spoilers from the play, maybe skip this story! I used the Samuel French publication for reference. Thank you for reading!

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I was tired from moving around the country nonstop for two years working in an endless stream of regional theaters. Some contracts were a midsummer nights dream. Others made me feel like I had hay fever. I’d played huge roles like Laura in The Glass Menagerie all the way to odd servants or comedic relief characters in a Shakespeare festival.

I made friends, filled up my resume, and grinded the fuck out of my career in the theatre.

Getting offered roles, making friends, and seeing the country kept me going. But I felt something shifting towards the negative. All this grinding was for what? To play bigger roles in theaters that no one’s ever heard of? To serve a career that would ultimately be in New York? Maybe make it to Broadway? Was that it?

How I met up with my ex on vacation with our families, and “raped” her–consensually, of course. [MF]

I watched outside the sliding glass door of the ski chalet as Priya stepped into her room. It was cold outside, and I was eager to get inside and warm up. Warm up inside of her: she wore a white bathrobe set off beautifully against her olive skin, tied carelessly at the waist and almost giving anyone spying on her a glimpse of her dusky breasts.

Here I was. I was going to rape her.

Let me back up. It’s not what you think.

The fact is, Priya and I grew up together. We lived next door to each other from the time we were toddlers till… Well, forever. Our parents still live next door, and are close friends. As kids, we always played together, going over to one another’s houses constantly, having family barbecues weekly, walking to school together and doing homework in each other’s rooms.

As you might imagine, we drifted apart as we got older.

Yet, if this change were apparent to our parents, they gave no indication. If I were ever home on a Friday or Saturday night, they’d casually suggest I call Priya and see if she were busy. I’m sure both sets of parents fantasized about us getting married, and family vacations together with a cadre of Irish-Indian kids toddling around.

The Lottery: Part 2 [M+/F, FF, exhib, humil, WAM] [M18+, F18+]

The mayor strode back to the podium. As he walked, Eve prayed that the rumors she’d heard weren’t true, anf that the ritual would just end with them being stripped. But her worst fears were confirmed when he picked up the microphone and announced: “You may have sex with the winners!”

The crowd rushed the stage. Some people ran fast. Others were slowed by frantic decisions to disrobe and walk at the same time. Men were unzipping their flies and women were pulling their shorts to their knees or reaching under their dresses to take off panties. At the head of the crowd, Tessie Hutchinson nimbly scaled the stairs.

“Tessie!” exclaimed Jake.

“Jake!” smiled Tessie. “I was hoping you’d win. I’ve had a crush on you for ages, and I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“M–me too!”

“I fantasized about making love to you here at the lottery. Good thing I came prepared.” Tessie pulled up the skirt of her cheerleading uniform to reveal that she had been going commando the whole time. At the sight of her bright red pubic hair, Jake’s overstimulated cock twitched and involuntarily ejaculated. It launched a stream of cum, which arced through the air and landed on Tessie’s chest.

I fucked my best friend’s Mum [MF]

This is my oldest story (well, my first time is, but this was way better than that), and happened 18 years ago, on the day I returned from basic training. The details are a little fuzzy and as years went by, I guess my brain changed a few things, but still remember this day very fondly.

After weeks and weeks of being with only men, I [M20] took the train back to my hometown and was allowed to travel in uniform, as I knew my parents would be happy to see me. They throw me this “surprise” party which I was sort of expecting after speaking with Tommy [M20] my best friend. I missed him a lot, gotta say, even though you don’t have that much time to think about the people you left back at home, because you’re always so busy in training and have a whole new set of people you become attached to.

[M18/M18] [GAY] Going medieval on my boyfriend – Part 1 – [BLOWJOB] [EDGEIGN] [ANAL] [ROLEPLAY] [LONG READ]

This is the start of the story Going medieval on my Boyfriend, it will take a few parts to cover all that happened before, during and after the event. As usual my stories are a long read. I hope you enjoy!

Do you know those medieval / fantasy fairs? Or maybe renaissance fairs? Well picture it like this, usually this takes place on the castle grounds of some sort of castle (or whatever passes for it). And it involves loads of people, lots of costumes and weapons, barrels of booze and beer, good food and music and overall, a very free atmosphere.

People don’t judge others in these kinds of events, they are all there for the same reason, to have a great time and enjoy themselves! Usually, these events span a weekend or more, so it’s common that people stay on camping grounds in the area or in hotels. You’ll see people from all ranges and ages of society, from the wealthy bank CEO dressed up as Merlin to the awkward emo boy from first grade high school that’s dressed up as a (skinny) Viking.

The Duck Blind [24M/26M] [Gay] [First time]

The coffee-maker is set for 4:00 AM sharp. Cory and I wake up from the smell and roll lazily out of a shared bed in our smaller-than-normal accommodations on the lake and get dressed for the duck blind. It’s easy to get dressed, we both slept in nothing but our boxers.

Cory and I have been friends since middle-school. We played all the usual small-town sports together; football, basketball, track, baseball. We were athletes, still kind of are. Maybe a little washed up, but we can still get around just fine. That is, if you ignore Cory’s occasional limp from an old injury. He doesn’t complain though. Country boys don’t.

I’m on one edge of the bed, while Cory is standing up by the dresser in this tiny home. We aren’t more than two feet from each other. As if practiced, we both strip off our boxers to start dressing up for the hunt. I try to sneak a peek.

You see, I’ve been into guys since high school. Despite how close Cory and I always were, he never seemed keen on that side of my life. I hid it while I perused Grindr in college when we were roommates. I’ve seen him naked a million times, that’s just what guys do. I’ve always been curious what he would be like…

getting softly dominated on [m]y [f]irst date by a friends old bully

ive been really nostalgic lately for old hookups and thought I’d share this story too since it’s a fun one I think back on a lot.

Back in the end of college I was terminally horny. I’d had an incredibly passionate , short fling with a girl and I had my heart ruined and was trying to get in basically anything with legs.

I was 21, fresh out of theatre school and kind of looked like a tall teen still. Ive got an iron jaw but a baby face, no beard, and still kinda dress like West 49 is the only store I know about. Luckily for me at the time this worked on tinder decently.

I matched with this incredibly cute little goth girl, and I was so excited about it because, well. We all love goths. She was about 5″0, with an incredibly tight dancers body. She had tight black hair she wore straight, or in two buns. We hit it off right away talking about music and performance, since shed just graduated theatre school too. She was mutuals with my girl next door friend, so i had to ask her what she was like. She told me that girl bullied her a bunch in high school, was always mean to her, degraded her.

The Lottery: Part 1 [exhib, humil, WAM]

The Lottery

Licensed Under the Creative Commons License CC-BY-SA 4.0.

Sex content: M+/F, FF, incest (F/d, M/s, b/s), humiliation, exhibitionism, impregnation.
WAM content: eggs, honey, flour, clothing destruction

It was a warm, sunny day in June when the villagers assembled for the lottery. Every resident aged between 18 and 50 was required to be there. The elders looked after the children while the younger adults carried out the ritual. Or just watched. The rule was that witnessing the ritual was mandatory, but participation was optional–unless you were chosen. Then, you had no choice.

The earliest arrivers were greeted by Mayor Shank and his wife. Shank loved the lottery. As soon as he came of age, he had sold his interest in the family pig farm to his brother, so he could run for mayor and become the lottery officiant. People always said that it was too bad, because he would have made a perfect pig farmer. With his protruding belly and hanging jowls, he somewhat resembled that livestock, and his similarly rotund wife made for an excellent match. But there was no denying, they were a natural fit for the lottery. The flair with which they conducted the proceedings was undeniable, and their participation was always enthusiastic.

The Ride Home: Part One 21+ [M34/F32] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Oral Sex] [Road head]

Chapter One: Just Friends

“Wow finally!” I said as they passed into Florida. My co-worker smiled back at me. We had just been out of town for her birthday. She wanted to go to a massive concert in Atlanta.

“Just another five hours to go.” she said a bit too loud.

“Shhh!” I shouted back at her. She looked into the back seat of my SUV.

Henry, her boyfriend, was passed out in the second back seat. My SUV had two independent seats right behind the driver and passenger, then a bench seat behind those.

This was Henry’s first time at an outdoor concert, between the sun, loud techno/dance music, and the beers. It was too much for him.

“He is still knocked out.” she laughed.

“Light weight.” I laughed.

“No shit.” she laughed with me.

Gillian and I had worked together for over eight years. Even though we were in our early thirties, we still partied as much as possible.

Gillian was only five foot two but always wore boots with heels, which were now sitting on my dashboard. She always wore short skirts that came down just above her knees.

Free Use Slut/Escort to my Friend’s Dad – Part 1 [FM]

*Reposting from my previous delete profiles. As folks keep asking me for it.*

I had recently turned 18 when this happened and about to enter university.

Skip to ****** if you want to get to the good part.

I started out my sexual journey rather early in life. I didn’t lose my virginity until 16 but I had given a lot of blowjobs, kissed a lot of girls, eaten out a lot of girls and swallowed a lot of cum before that. I am rather comfortable with my own sexuality. A little while before university started I found myself needing a place to stay for a few months, maybe even first year, due to a mix up at the university dorms.

I was at a friends place and the topic came up. My friends were obviously worried and my financial situation wasn’t the best that I would be able to afford a decent place for rent this short notice.