I (f24) did an intense 10 day silent meditation course in Indonesia. The rules were strict but I managed to only break one… the one about no sexual activity! [F]

I did a vipassana silent meditation course in Indonesia a while back. Its basically 10 days of intense meditation with very strict rules. Getting up at 4am every morning, not eating any food after 11am, meditating for up to 12 hours a day, no speaking or even making eye contact with anyone, no distractions such as phones, music, reading etc allowed. And… no sexual activity including self pleasure!

Well, I took the course very seriously, I figured that if I was doing it, I wanted to give it my all. I managed to stick to all the rules. Well, nearly all of them…

I was staying in a little hut type thing with one other woman. Super basic, just a small room with two single beds in it (and they didn’t even have proper mattresses, which is apparently also part of the rules. You’re not meant to have too much physical comfort.) And a small shared bathroom off the hut. Of course me and the woman I was sharing with weren’t allowed to talk or interact with each other at all. From what I could see she was a westerner like me, and a little bit older than I am, maybe in her early 30s.

Seducing the massage therapist [MF] (very long)

Author’s note: long term lurker, first time writer. This story is very long, all names were changed. Control-F “good shit” for the sex. I hope you enjoy!

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**Part 1: Seduction on the beach**

In January I left the frigid, COVID-ridden east coast of the US for beautiful, sunny, COVID-exists-but-no-one-cares Costa Rica, one of the few places still letting in travelers from anywhere in the world. I ended up in a small surfing town on the pacific coast.

The thing about small surfing towns is that there isn’t much to do except surf, do yoga, and go to the beach, and people that do nothing but surf, yoga, and go to the beach tend to be young, bored, horny, and really fucking attractive.

Every day, I had a checklist of 4 things I wanted to do each day: stretch, surf, meditate, and talk to girls. So most days I would wake up in the hostel at 5/6am, do 45 minutes of stretching, surf for 2 hours, have breakfast, meditate and read and chill for most of the day. At 3pm I would tell my friends in the hostel I was “going for a walk on the beach” and then walk from one side of the beach to the other, talking to every hot girl I saw until sundown.

Icelandic Girl Encourages Boys to Jack-it with Her

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Jack it for me. Take of those pants and get comfortable. I am Bea Seadottir. An Icelandic girl, raised in France, and living in British Columbia, in the woods, in Canada. In the Meditation Centers of Roscoe Forthright, I teach oral sex. I teach fifty ways to suck, lick, kiss and caress miraculous erect cocks.

You. You, wherever you are, watching this video. If you are a boy. Take out your smooth, soft cock. And jack it for me. You are my novice. My initiate. My student. I will teach you a thing or two. I wish to see your soft flesh grow full. Full and hard. Ready to take into my mouth. Squeeze your cock. Stroke your cock. Slap that little fellow around. As you watch Master Roscoe pump me from behind. He loves to hold my soft fanny, and slap against me. He loves to bury his aching cock inside me tight, warm, eager vagina.

correcting Mary FF FT HyP MC

Correcting Mary copyright 2020 Nick Vegas

The characters in Nick Vegas’ stories are FICTIONAL characters, crafted by the mind of Nick Vegas. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental, including their behaviors, good or bad. No characters represent an entire people, or culture, their appearance is merely for the aesthetic value that appeals to Nick Vegas’ libido and that of his loyal readers.

‘Correcting’ Mary

25yr old Mary was adorable with her petite build, long hair and cutesy ways, but her Crohn’s, her depression, her anxiety, and her food allergies really made dating a hassle for her.

There was so much to explain, so many things to avoid, and it was really getting to her.

She had to scan menus for allergies and explain the things that triggered her anxiety, it was making her pretty much un datable.

She was getting annoyed with it all, and getting very depressed. But then she found an interesting ad online, that made her think the ‘Jackie of all trades’ could possibly help: “moods, foods and attitudes corrected! Mind over matter therapy.”

Hindu Girl Explains 21st Century Phallic Worship

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I am Roscoe Forthright’s Hindu Girl. Because I grew up in India, and worshiped the Shiva Lingam most of my life, it is easier for me to worship Roscoe Forthright’s erect, sacred cock, Easier than for a Lutheran girl from Bavaria, or a Mormon girl from America. And truthfully, many Jewish females I have met, even when they are surrounded by pretty, pink circumcised cocks, do not fully appreciate, the majestic splendor, of joyful spurting erections. It is easy for me to take Roscoe’s modest cockhead into my mouth. I enjoy its shape, its size and its texture. Master Roscoe’s phallus is slightly smaller than an average cock, but it lacks no enthusiasm. Often the Master will remain fully erect in my mouth for eight to ten minutes, as I lick, suck and caress. He holds back his sacred ejaculate, until I am ready to come. He waits as I finger my vagina. He waits so we may come together. I take the gushes of warm, sacred semen into my mouth. I take the salty, joyful semen into my mouth. And I swallow.

Even The Bears Enjoy Roscoe’s Little Joyful Heterosexual Cock. Thinking clearly about LGBTQ.

[Meditation Centres](https://www.roscoeforthright.com/)

Gay boys and bisexual boys, especially *The Bears,* enjoy Roscoe’s medium-sized erect cock, just as much as girls enjoy Roscoe’s medium-sized erect cock. The boys see a warm, friendly grown-up, with a rounded belly. A hairy, cuddly older man, with a welcoming, generous personality. Gay boys would love to suck Roscoe’s cock, just like Amber, Gina and Rosalee love to suck Roscoe’s cock. All this is beautiful and normal, and Roscoe is pleased to know his sexual audience is not exclusively female. There is great comfort in sucking a cock which is attached to a rational, loving, intelligent and entirely responsible, mature man. Girls and boys can suck such a man, and relax in the honest, calm joy of the experience, knowing Roscoe truly appreciates every moment of pleasure, and feels tender love for the people who suck his cock. Only an immature person would not feel tender love for another person, while that person is sucking cock, and even after the cock-sucking is complete.

Hot Girls Wants Other Girls to Come With Her.

Amber Riverwood encourages all human females to enjoy themselves. [Meditation Centres](https://www.roscoeforthright.com/)

We are spiritual sisters. Let us act like spiritual sisters. I am here in front of a camera, far away from you, wherever you are. And I wish to make you come. I wish to cause your vagina to have orgasms. I wish I could be with you, and watch you as you come. On our website, you can see videos of me having orgasms with Master Roscoe, and having orgasms with Captain Evil and with Bea Seadottir. Our orgasms can be used for good purposes. In addition to the very good purpose of making us feel delicious, we can train our minds, to make our joys last longer. At the Meditation Centers, girls and boys learn to make the best use of their bodies. We learn to make each orgasm count. We can learn something new from each orgasm, if we are paying attention.

Minotaurs get the Royal Treatment Part 1 (Elves, Minotaurs, Gangbang, Musk, Excessive cum, Oversized cocks, Smegma, Watersports, Corruption)

A Commissioned Work.

Mia Lewdloss’s poor cock broken mind had left the building. But a bit of her was still there, seeing through barely aware foggy eyes, and hearing through the one ear that wasn’t submerged in a pool of sticky cum. Most of which had spilled from her own violated holes.

“You want me to… what?” Said a gruff voice she’d grown recently used too. She shuddered at the sound of it.

“Oh… Well… alright then! Heh, I knew you high elves were just a bunch of randy sluts!” The voice kept talking, and it was confusing. She heard loud wet slurpings. Meaty smacks of flesh on flesh.

And then a female voice that was painfully familiar screaming out. “HARDER! Put it all in you wild beast! Yes! Yes!! YESS!!” Mia fully drifted off.

When next her lovely eyes began to drift open she knew she was in her bed. The comfortable blanket settling down on her soft curves was lovely. The room smelled… nice. Which should have pleased her, but left her with a strange feeling, a sense of ill content. “Oh! My dear, you’re awake!” Her eyes blinked a few more times and she turned her head.

Vampire Hunter Boi (trap, yaoi, nunboi, mild violence, Catholicism?)

Inspired by the works of BDOne

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He stood there, tall and strong. His chest rose and fell in quick succession and his back was stiff and sweat dripped from exposed skin on his right arm and leg. Some fell to the golden weave of his collar, and a few drops of sweat even fell from his bare butt cheeks. His plump bottom was more exposed than not by the leotard he wore while performing his duties. All of them…

As his breath calmed completely, the twenty one year old vampire slayer breathed deeply and let his eyes fall closed for a moment. He had survived the hunt, and ahead the first cracks of light began to shine through a hole in the roof and he knew dawn was coming. His brown cheeks pulled back into a smirk. And then they darkened a bit.

‘I hope he’s proud of me…’ The boy thought, and went to retrieve the proof of his successful hunt. As he did his mind retraced how the night went. Because the only way to truly continue to have successful hunts was to never forget past triumphs and tribulations. To always remember his struggles, his trials, his training, and where it brought him. And, by the grace of God, where it would continue to take him.

Poetry & Blood Part 4.5 [FF] [Mind Control] [BDSM] [Vampire]

**Chapter 4.5: New Appetite**

**Laura**

Laura woke from the fevered dream drenched with sweat, but a strange peace surrounded her. She wasn’t sick or frightened. It wasn’t a nightmare. No, it was the same dream as before: the cat curled up to her, she pet it, and it bit her breast. Once again, she didn’t feel any pain. Instead, it was like relieving some pressure on her chest, something heavy she was carrying around.

She was covered in sweat, but worse than that, she was still wet from the night before. Or more like the week before. She was hoping she’d dream of Marcilla and be ready to cum as soon as she woke up. Hell, she’d accept cumming in her sleep if it meant relieving the constant distraction and pressure on her pussy.

The arousal was affecting her work. She had to read pages over and over because her mind would wander. She’d come back to focus three pages later and see she hadn’t made a mark in almost two thousand words. That’s never a good sign. Her productivity was more than halved and all her daydreaming and fantasies hadn’t made her life any richer.