Bradbury Manor, the sign on the gate read. The gate guarded a long, winding driveway with small trees on either side. The driveway lead to a large wooden house at the top of a hill. It was an old house. All alone at the top of the hill, surrounded by the forest below, it looked like a it had emerged from mother nature herself. Far from the rest of the population, far from the buzzing city, this place felt stuck in a time long forgotten.
Tag: High School
Blackmail Bitch Part I [fdom] [bi] [blkmail]
It is noon, 5th period….
Samantha Osborn has a secret.
It is not that she is a rich little bitch. Her family is possibly the richest in Boston. She goes to the best private high school, dresses in designer fashions and drives a Ferrari.
It is not that she is a lesbian. Everybody knows that especially the poor boys who are foolish enough to flirt or try to get close to her. Her acid tongue leaves them in smoking little piles in the hallways of her school. Most people have seen that happen at least once.
Certainly not the fact that she knows far more about a lot of people than anybody should. Her father owns a large security and detective firm. It is no secret that she has daddy wrapped around her well manicured little finger. What the princess wants she gets it is as simple as that.
No the secret hangs between her legs.
My first time, be gentle ok [mf]?
The title is both for the story and it's also my first time writing an erotica. Comments and feedbacks are appreciated.
From Nice to Naughty (M/F)
“Look,” she mused in my direction, “you’re cute and all, but you’re just too nice.”
Melina smoothed her raven locks out of her face as her emerald eyes narrowed and judged me. She tapped me patronizingly on the shoulder, and turned back to the bar, wrapping her fingers around a cup and downing her Jack. Her button nose scrunched up, but my eyes quickly hungered for her lips; ruby red, wet with lip gloss and whiskey.
It was an age old thing between Mel and I. I was her shoulder to cry on, her confidante, and she was occasionally my wingman, my therapist, and a great source of advice. We weren’t really relationship-compatible, but she would occasionally go on drunk tirades of wanting to be choked and roughed up…but for all she knew, I was a one and done, missionary guy. It wasn’t for my lack of trying, she just really never let me get a word in edgewise about my own sexual interests, or if I was able to, she evidently didn’t remember it.
First blowjob from some aggressive older girls during summer school [FMF]
I was 14 and a late bloomer, barely five feet and skinny as a fire pole. A few sprigs of pubic hair were a very recent addition to my southern hemisphere. The only time I’d ever touched a girl was during an awkward slow dance the year before. I mustered all my courage and asked Katie Lucien to dance to a Boyz II Men song. I think it was “I’ll Make Love To You.” This wasn’t intentional, I can assure you. It was one of those panicky spur of the moment decisions that I forced myself to make sometimes. All I can remember are my sweaty palms and being grateful for the half foot of air between our bodies, which safely hid my rock hard erection from her. After the dance was over, I watched her embarrassed face turn towards her friends laughing off to the side. She quickly scampered away without so much as a goodbye or a see you later. Welcome to the 8th grade in 1997.
Schoolgirl [Mf]
Graduation was last week so technically, she wasn't his student anymore.
Aly was kind of banking on that fact to finally sway Mr. Hale into fucking her. If that didn't work, then hopefully her outfit would. There was a dress code for female students — nothing low cut, nothing too short, basically nothing remotely fun — but now that she was five days removed from high school, Aly didn't have to adhere to that bullshit. So she wore a white sundress with only a white lace thong underneath. It was perfect. The material was thin, gauzy and a size too small for her already-slender frame. At five-foot-four, she was quite fit with an impossibly narrow waist that that appeared even tinier in comparison to her almost unnaturally perky D-cup breasts.
Napa Valley Wedding Trip
"Nice shot, pool shark," she taunted as the 12 ball bounced off the rails.
"Yeah yeah…" was my eloquent response. My concentration was ruined. Normally I am quite skilled at sharp-witted banter, but my mind was on other things. Like the gorgeous girl bending over to line up a shot with that evil, teasing smile on her face. Or the other cute little lady waiting her turn to the side.
The three of us were old friends who don't see much of each other anymore. All of us had families at home and had drifted apart to some degree, although we've kept in touch over the years. On this rare occasion the three of us found ourselves on a trip together to attend the wedding of another couple of friends. Their husbands were home with the kids, and my wife didn't really know the bride and groom so she stayed home as well.
Stripping for the girl next door [M]
My first time contributing to this sub. This is a true story that happened to me when I was seventeen. Apologies if it's too long for you, but hopefully some people will enjoy.
My parents still live in the house I grew up in – the place where I started masturbating, fucked my first girlfriend and began to fall in love. It's a fairly traditional, unimposing house with three dormer-style windows poking out of the roof. The street it's on is long, dotted with small trees and lined with parked cars and grass verges. The town they live in is quiet, in a relatively unpopulated state a day's drive from either coast.
Although it sounds perfect the way I describe it, it was just a normal street. There were couples going through divorces, kids having sex and even a depressed woman at the end who shot herself in her own garage. But mostly I remember it for the experiences I had with girls.
Kelly’s Out (A story about cuckolding and experimenting, told from multiple vantage points) Part 1 of 3
Kelly’s Out
Alex was sitting in the passenger seat, anxious and excited at the same time, fumbling awkwardly as Kelly drove her purple Honda toward Bourbon Street. All the endless planning, the teasing talk, the fantasies—all of it had somehow led to that long drive to the tourist part of town, where the game would finally begin, and it all felt real right then. Tonight it would finally happen.
Of course, Kelly looked incredible in her outfit, which she modeled for him earlier in the afternoon. For months, she had been preparing for this night— all the squats and stretching to tone her body, all to enhance her stamina and flexibility, tightening up and streamlining her already gorgeous figure— and the effect was stunning. She was looking her best, absolutely, and even though Alex had asked for all of this, he couldn’t help but feel jealous and small.
“Look, are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked.
Kelly didn’t take her eyes off the road. “You know I would rather not do this,” she said, with a weariness that reminded him they had gone over this plenty of times before. “But if it’s something you think you can’t do without—“ she paused, changing lanes, and seemed to skip ahead in her thoughts. “I just want to never have to talk about this again.”
The first time I had sex [fm] [vanilla] (sorry worst writing ever, not even sexy)
Well, everyone wants me to write up my sexy times, so I figured I'd write up an account of everything that has transpired thusfar.
If you want to skip the backstory, scroll down a ways.
We'll call him David. It was December 16, 2008. A hot winter's day, but cool enough to wear a jacket at 60 degrees. I was 3 years younger than him, and was as naive as you can be, but as horny as a snake on viagra. I was so curious what sex was about. I had always masturbated, but never penetrated or fingered myself. I just kinda humped pillows (it works, lol).
Well anyways, backstory, I was head over heels for this guy (who will enter into more stories in the future, we'll call him Galatian), and we were supposed to sneak around my parents to do the dirty deed this very same day. We planned it out, I would take my final and then leave early, get fucked, and return before my mother (a schoolteacher) finished her work.
The funny thing about teenagers is that they will do anything and everything on impulse. We blame education lacking sexual info, etc., horny teenagers will fuck because consequences are not a big deal.