The Pavlesbian Response [FF] [Mind-Control] [Noncon]

Rachel tossed and turned in her bed, unable to drift off to sleep. Uni stress had been getting to her lately, and to make things worse she had a new roommate move in that week. Lily was friendly, went to the same university, and was fine to live with, but the girls hadn’t gotten to know each other properly yet, and so Rachel felt like she couldn’t be herself when she got home after a long day. She used to love walking around the apartment naked when she lived alone. Still, she was grateful to be able to afford rent, and was sure she and Lily would become close eventually, so she wouldn’t have to feel like she was putting on heirs in her own home.

What she didn’t know was just how close the pair would become, and how fast it would be before Rachel felt comfortable walking around the apartment naked again.

She stared at her bedside clock. Almost one in the morning. She had to get to sleep to be well rested for class in just seven hours. She resigned herself to the fact that she wasn’t going to get a proper night’s rest, and she’d have to caffeinate herself into the cloud again tomorrow.

Awake with Need [M/F][D/s]

He slept soundly through the night. To his belief, he hadn’t tossed or turned and had no recollection of any dreams. There were no faint images left fading for his memory to grasp, though he knew he must have dreamt of something or someone.

He became aware of his stiff cock beneath the silk sheet and knew his mind must have drifted to his new submissive. He’d been waking from sleep with a hard-on so often he felt like a teenager again. The frequency of masturbation sessions also grew, with him sneaking away even at work to relieve himself. He thought of the woman whom he could only give the credit for this change. She still felt so novel as if she had graced his presence just yesterday, though, truly, it had been months ago. They had met at a charity event hosted by his business and the moment he saw her, he knew he had to possess her. He craved everything, from her haunting eyes that could pierce your soul to her bright and enveloping energy that extended into the world around her just from her smile. He could barely stand the time between each of their meetings.

My first fully clothed swim [F][solo][wetlook]

When people mention ‘wetlook’, one’s first association is often some sort of spandex or leather fetish. However, wetlook is also the name of a fetish which revolves around getting wet in one’s ordinary, everyday clothing – my fetish.

I’ve been obsessed with wet clothes since I can remember, but due to my strict parents, I never really got the chance to fully enjoy it outside the confines of my locked shower. At some point, I hit 18, moved out for college and was about to have my first summer vacation without my parents’ intrusive supervision. It was a small, cute tourist settlement at the coast. Beaches were plenty, and the chance of running into someone familiar was virtually zero.

As soon as I got to the hotel, I felt an overwhelming wave of excitement.

– This is going to be my first time! – I thought to myself, barely containing my glee in front of the receptionist. I received my key, scurried to my room and finished unpacking in record time, then I started picking out my swimming outfit.

Monster(girl) under my bed [monster girl] [female orgasm denial] [cowgirl] [mutual orgasm] [blowjob] [mutual masturbation]

“I don’t know doc,” I said. I was laying down on my therapist’s comfy chair. The white-haired man sat in his large leather chair, writing down on a pad of paper.

“Well, it seems to me that this is a recurring problem of yours. You say that something is keeping you up at night?” His big kind eyes looked at me as a father would a child.

“Yea, I feel like something is staring at me every time I’m about to go to sleep. I thought it was over, but I guess not.”

“What do you mean by that, William?”

“Well, I talked to my mom the other day about it, she says that I used to say the same thing when I was a kid. I’ve always had trouble sleeping.”

“Have you tried confronting this feeling? Checking your closet and under your bed?”

“Doc, I’m a grown adult, there are no monsters in the darkness.”

“Of course, but maybe it would help you mentally, just a suggestion.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Has there been any other problems in your life, mister William?”

My [29F] First Confession: my bf’s [29M] high school crush [32?F] came into town [FFM]

So this is my first post here after a couple years of lurking. I love reading about all (OK, some) of your sexcapades, and overall I really love how supportive and positive this community *can* be. Over the past couple years my bf and I have been trying to consume more ethical porn/erotica (both of us are typical millennial porn addicts), and written/amateur stuff often feels the most authentic and least exploitative. I decided it might be time for me to contribute to a community that has made me cum at least, like, eleven times. 🥰

About me: I really, really love threesomes (usually ffm but have done both), casual sex with my friends (men and women!), watching porn, mutual masturbation, and both giving/receiving oral (with anyone!). I love sneaking around (not cheating!), meeting couples with open relationships, and watching my bf with other women. I love stripping (watching and doing!), lap dances, sexy parties, and seeing my friends feeling confident in their sexiest outfits. Light BDSM can be really fun too! Most of all I love having sexy discussions with sexy friends, and I am pretty much always in at least one ongoing sext convo (usually just words, I’m kinda paranoid about sending/posting pics).

Helping Hands (M/F/F, handjob, blowjob, deepthroat, reluctance)

From outside the reserved classroom door, she could hear the shlicks of lubricated hands. That sound used to send shivers up her spine before they became as familiar as traffic noises in a downtown apartment. Michelle wasn’t sure that was a good thing. She took a deep breath, staring at the hand-made sign covering the door’s window: ✋ Helping Hands 🤚. It was her hands they had traced, her club they had joined.

It hadn’t been for the extra credits, though the extra credits were a welcomed bonus. When Donald Langdon lost both his hands in that horrific shop accident, Michelle rode the wave of sympathy to his rescue. Or had it been a wave of pity? Two months later, only the Helping Hands club seemed to still care about poor Donald, and even then, its members were dwindling. For now, Michelle considered the turnover ‘weeding out girls who never really cared about Donald,’ but her hands cramped at the terrifying thought of one day being the only one left caring.

A very short story [M]. (Male masturbation)(hiking)(precum)(nonfiction)

Sometimes I just get this uncontrollable urge. I was on a hike, recently, and it suddenly hit me. I wandered off trail a ways and found a nice sunny spot near a little trickling stream. I dropped my pack and took off all of my clothes except my wool socks and boots. By the time I got to this spot my mind had been wandering long enough I had leaked a significant amount of pre cum I didn’t even need lube. I stroked my hard cock in that sunny wooded spot until I came hard. It was pure ecstasy spilling my seed naked, in nature. I felt very connected to Earth in that moment. I used the little creek to wash up and cool down before heading back to trail. Just a short while later I passed a couple and politely waved and said hi like nothing had happened 😊

Leaving the Roosevelt Hotel [MF] [mast] [true]

You’re in a musty hotel room with a person you barely know, unbuttoning your shirt in full view of an office building packed with people. Your excitement is evident in the pulse that throbs visibly high up on your elegant neck.

To think it had all started with a Rufus Wainwright song.

Our online flirtation had been going on for a few weeks. You, a New Yorker born and bred; I, a transplant to the Mid-Atlantic. Amid all the gossip about mutual acquaintances and revelations about past relationships, we discussed shared interests: ice fishing, oral sex, thin-crust pizza, cults, the Rufus Wainwright song “Rebel Prince.”

*Where is my master, the Rebel Prince? / They’re breaking everything trying to get to me / In this two-bit hotel / Just to me before this windowsill*

If you hadn’t confided that it was that song that sparked your burgeoning and as-yet largely unexplored interest in kink, we may have never made the reservation at the venerable Roosevelt Hotel. You may have never found yourself standing on the windowsill, your curves illuminated by the afternoon sunlight careening off the Midtown skyscrapers.

I [F] set up my virgin co-worker (F) with one of my regular FWB’s (M) and watched as he fucked her in my bed. (Long post)

**This is a very long post but it’s special to me so I wanted to do it justice.**

**As always, dialogue is not exact. It is summarized to the best of my memory to provide an idea of what the conversation was like at that moment in time.**

**I was not very involved during this experience so I can only describe what I could observe from afar. I gave as much detail as I could but there is only so much I could take in since I was just watching. I may have mixed up some pronouns or said “I” when I meant her or him because I’m used to writing abour myself lol. I’m not sure. I don’t have the time to re-read through everything right now so I apologize for any mistakes or typos. I hope you enjoy!**

I had a co-worker at work who I got super close to during my time at that job. We’ll call her Tori. She was 20 years old, straight, and a virgin. She was this really shy girl who was pretty average looking. I thought she was really cute actually, but she wasn’t “conventionally attractive” I guess. She was white with mousy curly brown hair, brown eyes, a slightly of crooked nose, teeth that weren’t perfectly straight, lots and lots of freckles on her face and body, and tiny breasts — but had a nice, tight bubble butt. She was short — I’d guess around 5’3 or 5’4, and pretty thin as well.

Female Supervisor Has Sex Her Younger Male Employee After Catching Him Watching Porn at Work (M/F Fiction)

Vince was a 35 year old black man with an athletic build. He was wearing a blue dress shirt with beige dress pants. He was working late at the office. He had assumed no one else was left in the building. He began watching porn on his smartphone. He pulled out his penis and began masturbating himself. Meanwhile his supervisor Cathy was still in the building working late as well. Cathy is white, recently divorced, 50 years old with shoulder length auburn (reddish-brown) hair, and thin. Cathy was wearing a pink button down blouse and a black skirt. Cathy heard some noises.

She walked toward Vince’s desk and saw him masturbating. Cathy said “What are you doing?” Vince immediately put his penis back in his pants, ended the porn video, and apologized. Cathy said “This is so inappropriate on many different levels.” However internally Cathy was turned on by watching Vince masturbate. She had been secretly attracted to Vince and younger black men in general. But she had never dated or had sex with a black man before.