Tag: High School

Hypnosis and the Hound IV

Chains of the Mind

They say the worst chains are the ones we forge in our own mind. I don’t know why that image has been resonating with me so powerfully lately, but I think it must be true. I never noticed how badly I was burdened by them, how much I was bound by them, until I met Michael and his hypnotherapy began to free me from them.

I looked in the mirror after my shower. I was fifty two years old, not in the same shape that I was when I left the infantry, but three daughters had left me with even rounder breasts and ass than I had before, and I was always on the Jessica Rabbit side of buxom. My long hair was still red, but you could see silver threads here and there in it if you looked hard enough. I used to. I used to worry that time was marching on, and I no longer loved the person I saw in the mirror. I no longer lusted for life, no longer charged the next day like a wolf running down prey, but trudged into it like a drone. Read more »

Hypnosis and the Hounds

Hypnosis and the Hounds

I don’t like to jog on trails where I will meet other people. I dress for comfort when I jog, because regardless of what they say about women not sweating; “we glow”, that isn’t me. I spent ten years in the Infantry, and we sweat.

I spent the same ten years squeezing the boobs I had into the bras that were available. These bras were not large enough for said boobs, stood out a few inches from my chest, died in about four months, and gave me long term back problems that I now get to enjoy.

The cure for back issues is core strength, so I work out a lot. I also jog because I do like my deserts, and they love my ass more than I love what they do to my ass. This means I jog in your standard white girl uniform of Lulu lemon paint on yoga pants and a sports bra. The sports bra keeps my 48G from moving around too much at a low jog, and flattens them a lot, but there is only so much they can do to hide the fact that the boobs match the ass, and pretty much all of it is on display when I jog. Hence, jogging in the woods where I am not meeting ten thousand judgy twig bitches with curve inferiority complexes and ten thousand pervs who seem to think shouting comments that I hated in high school will suddenly work on me now that I am teaching high school. Read more »

Cuckold Conspiracy [All Characters 18+][No incest]

Part 1

Tomorrow I was graduating from high school, and had just had my birthday last month. I couldn’t wait to get to college. I had gotten nowhere with the girls here, but in college that would all change. I still wanted to tell my crush how I felt, though. Alicia was a sexy Latina with a slim, toned cheerleader’s body with a nice butt. Her eyes were gorgeous and it was hard not to stare at her every time we had class. I had written a note for her that I’d slip to her during our graduation ceremony. It just said how I felt about her and how I wished I could’ve told her earlier, but was still happy to have met her. As I finished looking over the note for the last time, I thought of the bikini photo of her I had saved in a dedicated folder, and I opened it. Read more »

[MF] She [F32] woke me [M37] up from a nap for a quickie, and sent me photos of the aftermath

Long time reader, first time poster.

I was fairly heavy on the dating scene last year, hitting the apps, getting excited to match with ladies my type (often redheads or fair-haired, athletic, natural, great butts, and for whatever reason — small boobs — shoutout r/smalltitsbigass), occasionally feeling a spark. I’ve been a real fuckboi in the past, but this time I was looking for something more serious, albeit willing to ease in.

When I matched with Julia (fake name), my heart fluttered. She was a super active looking nurse, 5’9″, looked like the kind of girl who used to be a 3-sport athlete in high school. She had a great, wide, cheshire cat smile and huge frizzy red hair like the girl from Pixar’s Brave.

We had a few beers in the park and hit it off. Great chemistry, jokes, some serious connections around family and values. We made out right after sunset. From there, it spiraled into that special kind of can’t-keep-our-hands-off-each-other fiery explosion of chemistry. Read more »

THE PEDICURE – Anal/foot fetish/

Maybe my first post was a bit too hoodish. Try this one on for size.

Vincent Chambers walked into the Artesia Nail Salon and smiled.  The shop wasn’t too far from his apartment off of Duke Street in Alexandria, Virginia.  It was his first time in the shop since his ex-girlfriend Donica drug him in there six months ago.  She was getting her nails and feet done and wanted his company.  Vincent could think of other things he’d rather be doing besides watching Danica get her nails done but he played the role and hung out.

He was bored stiff that day and vowed never to come back but today, he was here and excited.  He was trying to move on from Danica and he wasn’t doing too well.  It was a bad break-up and came from nowhere.  She told him that he didn’t appreciate her enough and didn’t take care of her so she left.  Vincent thought he was a good boyfriend and didn’t understand why she never voiced her concerns to him.  But it didn’t matter.  She left and wasn’t coming back.  No amount of pleading and saying he would change would help. Read more »

Lustful Youth Pt 2 [MF] [Cheating] [Pool Sex] [Creampie]

Chapter 2: The Day After

Sarah slowly flicked her eyes open as she gave a soft groan, waking up from a deep slumber. She felt the warmth of smooth silk sheets, a very thin pillow and a very large presence behind her. She felt the strength of a thousand men, as an arm wrapped around her torso, hands holding. She could feel the warm breath slowly rising and falling as warm air hit her neck. She could feel a leg wrapped between hers, and of course, his morning wood slithered between her thighs.

Sarah fully woke up, noticing she wasn’t in her bedroom. The body wrapped around hers, wasn’t her husbands. It was Jacob. Her neighbor. She bit her lip, her heart stopping. *Fuck!* She thought…. She really did break her vow. She really did sleep with a guy over 10 years younger than she. She felt guilty. She felt disgusting and dirty and filthy. She wanted to puke.

She slowly slid from his grasp, quietly getting off of his bed, checking three times on him as she made her way towards the bathroom. She quietly shut the door and looked into the mirror. She could see bite marks on her neck and breasts. She could see scratch marks along her back and arms and thighs. *Fuck!* She thought again. Read more »

[MF] My first good sex started at the pool

I had some other stories I was planning to write, but this one fits with the contest theme. Not sure it is as sexy as some of my previous ones. Always appreciate feedback.

I was 21 when I had good sex for the first time. 

Up until then it was mostly quickies or clumsy and drunken.

When I was a sophomore in high school Dana really liked me. She was pretty with a long, lean body. Great ass and legs from running track. We hooked up a few times. Even though she was a grade behind me, she was far more experienced. And we did things I had never done before. 

But I had always had a crush on Mandy. Since fifth grade she just strung me along. We were really good friends, but I could never break through. 

Once Dana and I started getting together, Mandy suddenly changed and told me she wanted to be with me. I guess it was a case of wanting what you can’t have. So I bailed on Dana, without any maturity or grace, and jumped right in with Mandy.  Read more »

First time Cub (18M) and Cougar Couple in their 50s [MMF]

Please upvote if you enjoyed the story! Feel free to send DMs of encouragement to really help me keep posting! I love chatting with everyone! Big plus if you are a couple or solo female! Just alot of free time at work and would rather spend it chatting then browsing. Here goes nothing.

When I was freshly legal and 18, I was a raging ball of horniess. I just graduated high school
and there was that brief hiatus right before college. I had been watching alot of porn to try to
satisfy my cravings but that was not enough. I wanted anything and everything! I somehow
discovered AFF at the time and jumped on there. I did a couple of body shots and one upclose
of my cock to make it look as big as possible. I was already thick but I didot have the length of
others. Read more »

Hail Mrs. Caesar – Mature, threesome, ebony, young/old, ass-fetish

This is one of my earliest works so please forgive me for some grammar mistakes or language. Otherwise please enjoy and let me know what you think.
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It was a hot lazy summer day but 17-year-olds DeAndre Taylor and Latrell Wilson were playing basketball at the local playground.  Their game was pretty good and both youths were driving and scoring on each other, talking shit.

Latrell drove, put a shoulder into DeAndre’s chest then pulled back and shot a jumper that swished the nets.

“Where’s your umbrella boy?  I’m raining jumpers on ya ass!” Latrell laughed.  He was tall and lean at 6’2 and 160 lbs.  He was dark-skinned with a tall flat-top haircut.

DeAndre took the ball and drove past Latrell, leaving him with his sneakers glued to the court.  He threw down a thunderous dunk and hung on the rim like a wild gorilla.  At 6’1, he was slightly shorter than Latrell and was lighter skinned but also with a lean build.  He wore his hair in a low fade cut with a small part near the forehead.

“Catch these nuts!!!” DeAndre screamed with glee.  He dropped to the court and tapped the ball back towards Latrell. Read more »

A pet diary – Pet in the Pod [bd][ds] Part 1

Hello, my name is Jessica. This is my first time writing in a diary, not by choice, not really, but I think I’ll actually come to cherish this time.

I guess, for starters, I should explain why I’m writing this. Long story short, because Master Nene said so. Today it marks one week since I decided to embark an adventure I would have never thought I’d dare to even contemplate. The story goes a little bit farther in time. I met Master Nene months ago, and for months we chatted. We discussed all kind of things. I was at a point on my live where nothing interested me anymore; nothing managed to keep me engaged. Although I never visited a doctor I’m pretty sure I was (am?) suffering of depression and/or some sort of ADHD.

I overate, under-exercised, spent hours mindlessly browsing Internet.. I had no real friends IRL and no real drive to find any. My job was a necessity I had to endure to survive, just so I could make enough money to continue existing, because I wouldn’t call it living. Read more »