It’s a Man’s World? – Part 2 [FF][AltReal][Reluc][ENF]

**It’s a Man’s World? – Part 2: Tuesdays Are the Worst**

[Beth Ambrose finds herself stranded in world different from her own. She attempts to find her way, but is learning the little things are often a big deal.]

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The commute to work was uneventful, though metro cars were packed, and midway through her ride, she felt a hand on her ass. She turned around to snap at the guy, and saw immediately that he was ‘phased out’, as Katherine had said, staring at her and muttering what could politely be described as sexual fantasies.

“Don’t you hate it when it’s this busy?” A woman next to her said. “Tuesdays are the worst. The same guy tried to undo my pants yesterday. Hey, buddy,” she snapped at him, “close your eyes and wait it out. There’s isn’t enough room in here to breathe let alone rub you out.” The woman looked back to Beth. “Sometimes you just have to ignore it, but this guy should’ve known better getting into a car crowded with women, even if it’s cold and we’re all covered up.” Beth glanced back over her shoulder. The guy’s hands were at his side and he had his eyes closed, breathing in a steady, almost meditative, manner. “He’s had some workplace training,” the woman continued. “A lot of guys would just take care of themselves right here. I had my favorite blouse stained beyond salvage a month ago…honestly, I don’t know why we let them ride with us.” She muttered.

Jessica was used to getting her way [humiliation][nc][preg][Mf] (part 2)

A little more than a month later Paolo still hadn’t called. Jessica doubted he ever would. She didn’t blame him. She lay there in bed, running through that night again. She flipped on a vibrator, held it between her legs, and let the memory of guilt and pain and pleasure drive her. A few minutes after she came, her stomach turned. She ran to the bathroom. *Uh oh. No way! I’m on birth control.* She cleaned up and called to make an appointment with a gynecologist who she knew performed abortions. Later that day, she bought a home test at CVS. When she took it, it came up positive. Of course. Goddamnit all to hell!

Dr. Brooks, was in his mid fifties. Salt and pepper hair. He had an air of practiced competence that gave him command of the room as soon as he entered it. He was handsome. Jessica sat in the gown the nurse had given her, her head spinning with nerves. He flipped the top sheet on his clipboard. “Jessica Seale, right? You had a home pregnancy test come up, positive?”

“Yes. But I’m on birth control!”

“Okay, that can happen. Were you on antibiotics at the time perhaps?”

The Plaything… [bi][huml][fsub][public][sensory deprivation][pet play]

This is absolutely crazy, I thought to myself as the lump in my throat grew. Insane, crazy, reckless, irresponsible…The mental list trailed off. I surveyed my current situation: I was a grown woman in my mid 30s who had agreed to attend a sex party. It was something my coworkers and friends would never have imagined I would do. Hell, I still couldn’t believe I was doing it either! Yet here I was: shaved and plucked, washed and dried, make up perfectly aligned, and dressed in a slutty black dress and too-tight high heels looking the part perfectly. The fact that I was attending the party was part of my excitement but it wasn’t what had me feeling like I was being marched to the firing squad. You see, I was the party.

 

Jessica was used to getting her way [humiliation][mmmf] (part 1)

Jessica was used to getting her way. Most college students from overly affluent backgrounds, still at one time or another meet a challenge and realize that they aren’t the smartest, most beautiful, most talented person their parents told them they are since birth. Not Jessica. She was a genius at everything. She was also tall, and had a body that might have been considered “lanky” on anyone else. This could have made her awkward and that awkwardness could have given her the self-awareness she needed to avoid her downfall, but that didn’t happen.

Jessica was selfish, unthinking, and arrogant. But she was also loving to those who broke through her facade and fiercely loyal to her family, especially her little brother. This is just to say that while some parts of her life might make her out to be a caricature or a cliche, taken on the whole she was not.

There was a boy, Paolo. He was a pledge in Phi Kappa Theta, a Catholic fraternity on campus. He was 19. Brown hair. Brown eyes. A chemistry major, like her, but he worked at it harder than she ever had. Jessica was a natural. Paolo squinted at his organic book and moved his lips when he read difficult passages. He had beautiful lips. Jessica was almost sure he was a virgin.

The Life of Shelly – Part 1 [MF] [Mf] [FF][bdsm][anal][Fdom][Fsub][huml][sm]

Looking over at that beautiful girl who is on her hands and knees with a cock in her ass and one in her mouth, I reflect on how wonderful my life is and that I can share it with her. That girl is my 12 year old daughter and today is her birthday. It’s a big birthday because it’s the first time she is allowed to be fucked in the pussy but that is yet to come. That is Master’s privilege that will happen later tonight. However, the 25 men and women who are here to celebrate this birthday are allowed to use her ass and her mouth as much as they like. They are also allowed to use any hole of mine that they wish. I am currently locked up in stocks with my head and hands being locked in place. I’m on my knees and have a cock currently in my ass. I am being forced to watch her being used, humiliated and hurt.

So you’re probably asking how we got to this point. Well, I’ll tell you. These posts are true stories that I have kept in a diary all these years.

Sci-fi Fetish Come to Life [m/f, alien/human, kink]

**Unidentified Fetish Object**

Sometimes, it really sucks being female.

You wake up feeling lethargic and lazy. Your body sore, you want nothing more than to snuggle up next to your boyfriend and fall back asleep.

But you can hear your alarm ringing next to you and can feel a hard length push into the small of your back.

Sigh and think. You have options; you always have options.

If you don’t get out of bed to deal with one of them soon, you’re going to *have* to deal with the other. You could stay in bed. Roll over to him. Or roll onto him. You could spend the morning touching every inch of him, trailing your fingers over taut, teak skin, before taking that pressing length inside you.

Or you could hit snooze. You could cuddle close and just sleep for ten more minutes. Then maybe ten more.

Both of which would definitely make you late. And you do not have time today. You wish you did. But you already know, with your cycle starting and the vote happening, that today is going to be hell.

Supporting Your Team Pt 1 [FMMMMM] [fsub] [huml] [video games]

*So this is my first time writing something nsfw, just a brief exploration of horny inspiration. I do plan to write more for this, especially if anyone would like more. :) Enjoy, ty for reading!*

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Leesa was nervous about the party. She was excited, sure; Daniel and his buddies had been planning this for weeks, so Daniel had teased her. All the more reason for her to be nervous about their scheming, though. She shook her head as if to physically dismiss her apprehension and laid down her attire on the bed before hopping in the shower.

When she had finally perfected her makeup and hair, Leesa gave herself a quick once over in the mirror. Her hair cascaded over her pale ample breasts, her full hips wiggled seductively. She crossed the room to her bed to adorn her outfit; a lacy bra and thong, a button up blouse, and a tiny plaid skirt. Daniel had bought it and gifted it to her the night before as a teaser for what was coming. She had felt herself wetten when she pulled out the tiny skirt that would hardly cover her shapely thighs and ass. She took a deep breath before pulling on each article. Now she was to wait. Daniel wanted all the guys to be present for Leesa’s reveal.

An Unforgettable Family Dinner [Mf, Mdom, taboo]

Unlike my predecessors, I had kept my hands off the young women in my territory. I had fooled around my my share of whores and strippers, but those girls had already fallen. I left the ones who were still pure alone–they just didn’t appeal to me.

That was until I met Lily.

She was working in her father’s bakery after returning from college for the summer. Fairly unremarkable when she left, she returned more mature and had a look in her eye that caught my attention when I went in to pick up a cake for my wife’s birthday. We chatted while I waited for her father to box up the cake and I noticed a concerned look on his face.

As I paid, I found an excuse to touch her hand and felt a surge in me that had been long dormant. I could tell she felt something as well by the way her eyes widened and she subconsciously wet her lips. I decided we needed another cake for the party and I told her father that Lily should deliver it to my house that evening.

Stuck in the office [feet]

So, I’m going around the office, mid-afternoon, trying to chase down a bad network cable. I notice that Karina’s office is empty, so I duck in there to see if she’s kicked a cable out of its socket again. I’m slightly relieved that she’s elsewhere – I find her *very* attractive, way out of my league, and I’m always rather tongue-tied around her. A good shorthand comparison would be Annie Clarke – athletic, leggy, blonde and fiercely intelligent. She politely ignores my existence, like most people do with IT geeks.

Her office only has room for two desks, hers and Marissa’s, placed back to back. I clamber underneath to look for the cables, which are naturally tangled up all to hell. Just as I find a candidate plug and start to wonder which socket it came from, I hear her walk into the office, chatting on her cellphone. I almost bang my head on the underside of the desk, and start to blush deeply as I realise what a position I’m in – she clearly hasn’t seen me. I want to speak up – what would I say? – but it’s too late, she’s sat in her chair and swivelled her legs under the desk, still talking. Something stops me from interrupting her, as the conversation is sounding a little bit intimate; I don’t doubt her boyfriend is some ultra-stud who doesn’t lurk under womens’ desks.

Sleeping Beauty [MMF, sleep/nc, voy, short story]

I woke up with my panties wet. And by wet, I mean soaked. I could feel the moisture creeping past the edges of my panties to dampen my thighs. What the hell? I thought. I’d spent the night in my boyfriend’s dorm room, but we didn’t have sex since his roommate had come home early. Maybe I had just had very vivid dreams. I shrugged it off, thankful that both of them had already taken off for class. I would have been mortified to face them if my theory about wild sex dreams was true. I had a tendency to talk in my sleep and who knows what they heard last night.

Life got back to normal and I didn’t think anything of the incident until a few days later. My boyfriend and his roommate had both already left for class. I needed a thumb drive to transfer a few documents I needed for later and rummaged through my boyfriend’s desk drawer, grabbing the first one I saw. I plugged it into my computer and tried to transfer my files, but the thumb drive was full. Weird because there was only one other file labeled “Sleeping Beauty.”