School Bus [mf] [fDom] [exh] [huml] [reluc] [shoe]

I had been late getting ready this morning. Classes started too damn early in high school.

Bags under my eyes, hair wet, with my thick glasses, long sweatshirt, and tight jeans, I took a window seat in the middle of the bus. The popular kids walked right on by as I blew clouds onto the chilly, clattering window. I didn’t want to talk to anybody this morning. I hadn’t had time to masturbate, and this early break from my routine had already put me on edge.

The seat warmed under my body and yet more jocks huddled in the back, as yet more nerds sat solitarily in front. I liked a few from either crowd, but didn’t fit in with any groups. I was a drifter, no center of attention yet not unwelcome either, and the middle seats were the fringes where I roamed. But while I wasn’t part of any group, I wasn’t totally alone, either.

[MF] Cheating on my long term GF with the best slut.

Throwaway account for obvious reasons. Cheating is a shitty thing to do. I feel bad for it in some ways, but I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. This is also my first confession so I hope you guys like it.

So a little back story. Things were getting very vanilla with my GF at the time We’d been together for 5 years and we were at a lull. The sex was mediocre, there was never any effort back towards me. She was never as turned on as me, she was never the initiator, and I felt like a drag on her and often had to tend to myself to get relief. I’ve always had a very high sex drive but I’ve always been terrible with women so this whole scenario came out of the blue.

Arthur and Lenny [MM]

A tall, finely muscled man sat atop a driftwood log on the shore of Flat Iron lake. The sweat on his ebony skin glistened in the dying sunlight.

Arthur Morgan called from behind, “Lenny!”

Lenny leaned back on the log, turned to face his companion.

“Just the man I wanted to see,” Lenny said. “I’ve got an opportunity for you.”

“Is that so?” Arthur smiled. “You always seem to have a little something for me.”

“I do what I do well, you know that.” Lenny returned Arthur’s smile. “We’ve got a big score on our hands here if everything goes smoothly.”

“Oh yeah? And what if it don’t go so smoothly?” Arthur said, smirking.

“Then I guess we’ll make do. Maybe don’t shoot your gun off so quickly this time, and we’ll be alright.” Lenny winked and relished the wave of embarrassment that washed over Arthur’s face.

“Hey!” Arthur exclaimed.

“Maybe if you do good on this job, I’ll stop teasing you about that.” Lenny flashed another wink, as if Arthur could have missed the message.

What about Elevenses? [FM] [Fsub] [oral] [Mdom] [mast] [rimming] [bdsm]

I woke up wanting to suck your cock, and fortunately for me you sleep in the nude. I flipped around so I was facing your soft dick and stuffed it into my mouth, sucking gently. You start to harden, and I feel your hand settle on my head and tighten your grip on my hair. After you thrust into my mouth for a few minutes, you breath out a thank you and start jerking yourself off. I love seeing your hand wrapped around your thick cock, with a stroking rhythm that is now familiar to me but still mesmerizing.

You shift so that you are leaning forward on your hands and knees, and I take the hint, squeezing your ass cheeks and gathering up spit in my mouth. I press my tongue up to your puckered asshole, and you sharply inhale. I start moving my jaw and lapping at your hole rhythmically, while you shake lightly and jerk yourself off. I stiffen my tongue and insert it a small way into your hungry ass, and you gasp, momentarily lost in your own inner fantasies. I move down and get your balls wet with my spit with my tongue. I lightly hold one in my mouth and move in time with your hand movements.

Planning an Orgy Turns into a Threesome PT 1 [mff] [mast] [oral] [facial] [creampie] [swallow] [squirt]

I moved into a new apartment a few months ago. Most of the residents were a mix of college and grad school students and young professionals. A few families. A few elderly folks. The average age was 25. The building had a FB page where people could ask questions about the building, sell stuff, etc. They ran game nights, movie nights, s’mores nights in the parking lot with a charcoal grill. They threw parties. Most residents left their doors unlocked. It was a big dorm room, essentially.

And a lot of the women were absolutely smoking hot.

I know you’re not supposed to fuck your neighbors, but these neighbors were young. Students. They’d graduate and move all over the place. I was going to find out if we could turn this building into one large, never ending orgy. I found the coolest chick I could find at the s’mores party. We had a few drinks and ended up back at my place. We fucked. I came down her throat. As we chilled on the sofa, I asked her if she’s slept around with other folks in the building.

The Neighborhood: Part 13 [MF][Handjob][Exh][Mast][Mdom][Oral][Sex][MC][SciFi]

**Note:** This is going to be it for a little while. I’ll be on vacation for a bit, and writing trashy erotica is typically what I do in lieu of vacation, so… Anyhow, more will come, it’ll likely be a trickle, at best, through the rest of the year.

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**Chapter 28: Kristie Comes on Board**

Back at his office, still feeling frustrated, Colin buzzed in Natalie. She walked over and stood in front of his desk, pad and pen ready.

“None of that.” Colin said. “I want to talk about your training.”

“Um, yes, sir?” She prompted him.

“First, why don’t you take off your clothes.”

“Of course, sir.” Natalie didn’t hesitate, but she never looked thrilled about it. He would have to check her responses in the system, maybe amp up her arousal. She carefully folded her blouse, jacket, and skirt, and set them on the couch at the side of the room. She stood in front of him in some of her newer lingerie, tan thigh highs, the rest still fairly conservative—he couldn’t see if she waxed or not—but she was really emphasizing her breasts, which suited him fine. Her nipples were hard behind the lacy fabric, though he couldn’t see them. Colin wanted to tell her to start wearing something a little more revealing—he had told her to, in fact—but she was interpreting the word ‘revealing’ on her own terms.

I KNEW IT WAS WRONG [Mf] [oral] [rimjob] [mast] [swallow]

I was helping out some friends who needed an office manager for a summer camp they ran. I was supposed to sit in the office, handling paperwork. But that summer, they were a little short staffed for counselors. I’m only 23, so it didn’t seem too out of place. Anyway, most of the other counselors ranged from 18-21.

On the first day of camp, I was told there were a few more counselors who were arriving. I waited outside to greet everyone as the busses arrived. The kids rushed off the busses, ranging from 6-18. And then, I saw her. The new counselor. She was a thick blonde, wearing skin tight beige shorts, hiking boots, and a blue polo shirt. By the time she had stepped off the bus, I had undressed her with my eyes, her firm breasts, muscular thighs. She had a pink pussy, a little patch of hair trimmed into the shape of a triangle.

I walked over to her and offered to take her bag, introducing myself.

“Eric,” I said.

“Ariella,” she said. “I guess they stepped up their counseling game since last year.”

The Thing About a Pee Fetish [mf] [oral] [facial] [mast] [squirt] [piss] [golden shower] [creampie]

One day, someone is going to ask you when you developed this fetish. As with most things that shape us as adults, it began in childhood. In my case, my elementary school friend Janet and I met at the playground in our neighborhood. We were maybe eight years old and we were playing in the park for hours. At one point, when we were taking a break, sitting by the back bushes, she pulled her shorts down and just casually began urinating.

It was the first time I’d ever seen someone naked. Janet became the “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine” friend. But the seed had been planted. I was aroused at the sight, the sound, the beautiful face of relaxation she had on her face. It followed me into adulthood.

Fast forward to age 23. I’m on a date with a woman and we’re in an Uber back to her place. She whispers in my ear that her bladder is about to EXPLODE. We run into her apartment and she cannot even bother to close the door as she hoists her dress up and thuds onto the toilet. I want to give her privacy. I really do, but I can’t.

[MF] It took moving out of the apartment to finally lay my former roommate.

Quick backstory: I went to high school with a girl and we were friends but never super close. We ended up going to the same University and hung out quite a bit our freshman year and then moved in together our sophomore year. But by this time, she already had a boyfriend. She has dark hair, tan skin, about 5’2″ and couldn’t weigh more than 110lbs. Athletic; she played tennis in college. Very petite and tight body. I am 6’1″ 190lbs with an athletic build and am very shy in general.

Being from the same hometown, we would drive home together for holidays to save on gas. One trip back to college, we played a strip game in the car. I was driving her car and she kicked my ass in the game, but knowing she had a bf, I never took any clothes off. A missed hint on my end. On another occasion, she was getting ready to go out for dinner with her bf for their 1 year. She called me back from my buddies apartment (2 minute walk away) for me to help her pick out a dress. She tried on a handful of dresses for me to judge which one looked best on her. She also changed dresses in front of me and me being innocent/shy, missed another hint. I never saw her completely naked because she had a strapless bra on, but she sure looked fine as hell in her underwear. The lasthint I missed/ignored, since I knew she had a bf, is she called me to pick her up when her car broke down. Not her bf. She asked how she could repay me and I told her to not worry about it.

Gym Friend on FetLife [mf] [mast] [oral] [grool] [facial] [pee]

After a half decade long vanilla sex relationship, I wanted to explore my kinkier side. I created an account with FetLife, messaging women who shared similar kinks to mine. And that’s when I saw her. Beth. Well, at least I think I saw her. Her face was blurred. She promised in her bio that she and her husband were both very good looking people, but due to their careers, they had to keep things under wraps.

But there were clues. For starters, her name was Beth and her husband’s name was Richard. One photo included a photo of their dog, a boxer, which looked oddly similar to the one on her FB page.

Beth came to my gym and there was a distinct attraction. She was stunning. Short hair. Big breasts. Muscular, but not in an aggressive sort of way. I knew she was married, which is why I never pushed the flirting, but then, there she was! On FetLife, saying she and her husband enjoyed swinging, wife swaps, threesomes, and an open marriage.

I sent her a message and said, “Boy, you sure look familiar.”