Tag: Meditation

[XP] The Beta Codes [Str8] [sci-fi] [fantasy] [nc/reluc] [bodyswap]

“Check it, dudes!” Steve exclaimed, barreling into the room. “Got the beta codes!”

“Nice, bro.” Lance offered, eyeing the box he was lugging around warily.

“What’s the rest of the stuff?” Chris offered, pointing to it.

“Some kind of VR peripheral that goes with the game, or something. Like a Kinect, I think.”

Steve unwrapped the box and pulled out three of the four sensor bars in it, giving one each to Lance and Chris, perching the final one on top of his own monitor.

“Who’s the fourth one for?” Chris asked. “Your girlfriend?”

Steve nodded as Lance smirked and mimed a whip crack. “Better to give it to Lee, dude. Girls suck at games like these.”

“First of all, fuck you.” Steve offered flatly. “Second, I seem to recall Linda whooping your ass all the way up and down Rainbow Road the last time she came over.”

“Pshaw”, Lance offered, “Mario Kart is kiddie stuff.”

“And _third_ of all, fuck you again.” Steve pressed on. “She wants in on this, and I’m not getting in the fucking doghouse for Lee.” Read more »

[MF] [Cheating] No physical intimacy, but a lot of naughtiness, hoping for something more

This story takes place over the span of almost a year. I first met Nicholas through work. Our first conversation was over the phone, when we were discussing a case I had been assigned to. He’s an outside lawyer, and I work for a corporation that was involved in some litigation. My predecessor had retained him, and we were all on a conference call to transition the matter to me. As I was listening to his voice over the speakerphone, something about it made me want to look up his public profile to see his photo. I typed his name into my phone and found him. Handsome, early 40s, long hair. *Interesting,* I thought. There aren’t many big firm lawyers with that look, and during my time at the company, I certainly hadn’t encountered any that looked like THAT. The thought *This could be fun* crossed my mind. Read more »

27 JAGed Pills Ch. 2 (part 1) [mF, mf, inc, ms, fat fetish, cons, hung]

Chapter 2 (part 1)

by DiscipleN

The next night, Rory and I consulted. “Mom, these pills are crap!”

“Rory Bollinger! you will take your birth control like an adult.”

“Not those. Pantyflash isn’t working, I gained a whole pound since yesterday!” She meant Pannusflush, but I didn’t correct her.

“So did I, but if we stop taking them, we won’t have given them enough of a chance.”

“I’ll make dinner, then.” She declared.

Frankly, I was getting a bit tired of super rich and sweet meals. After a three fourths pound of prime rib, Jerry had presented us with his latest concoction, bacon guacamole spread thick over graham crackers, and that wasn’t even dessert! “Dinner is your brother’s chore. I promised him. If you think the pills aren’t working, then eat less and exercise more.”

“I would, but your exercise sessions are crowding out my time with Jerry before my bedtime.”

“You will not keep your fucking brother up late!” I swore. “You both need a full night’s sleep before school days.”

“So you knew I know you’re fucking your son!” Rory stormed, desperate to get an edge over me. Read more »

[FM] My Master’s Request [BDSM] [Dom/Sub] [Master/Kitten] [Kink]

My Master’s Request

The Story Behind a Blog’s Inception.

“Good girl, that’s my perfect little kitten,” Master cooed during the peak of my climax. On my knees I made a valiant attempt to maintain eye contact with Him, fighting with my body as my back arched and my eyes betrayed my desire to hold His gaze, instead briefly rolling backwards. I drew in a deep breath and regained control of both my movements and my speech.

“Thank you, Master.” I managed to murmur after the final wave passed. Suddenly, my vibrating toy that I had placed inside of my lacy black panties felt uncomfortably intense up against my flushed wet cunt. Shifting my hips to distance my clit from the tip of my toy, I looked up into my Master’s adoring cerulean eyes from my place on the cold, hard tile. He appeared pleased. Grinning from ear to ear, He asked me a question to which He already knew the answer:
“Are you ready to come again for me, kitten?”

I nodded vehemently and readjusted my toy so that it once again rested against my clit. He laughed softly. Read more »

O Brother, Where Art Thou?: A Strange Night of Fucking [MF]

***Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (used to model, 6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.***

Jason walked over and handed me another beer. I was three drinks deep and starting to feel a nice steady buzz. We were at a bar we frequented on Friday nights. It was the kind of place that felt like a neighborhood bar, but still drew traffic from singles looking to get laid. I was never much for picking up random women at bars. Not that I abstained from it, but I preferred more organic means of meeting women. Read more »

Prayer

Desmond “Deetz” Mac Innes was starting his morning prayers and wondered if Hashem, one of the many names Jews used to describe the supreme being, would mind that he was naked while engaging in such a revertant activity. I suppose it’s nothing She or He hasn’t seen before, Deetz said to himself. In his rather bare private room in Churton Place, the London townhouse he shared with his husband and several members of their MI-6 special sections spy crew, Deetz lost himself in many activities – from yoga to Tai Chi, Zen Buddhist meditation to Druidic cleansing rituals, and from reading Spinoza to contemplating the words of Hillel. After clipping to his tightly curled dark brown hair the beige yarmulke knitted by his younger sister for his 29th birthday, he had to first rub the front of his scalp where Angus had pulled just a little too hard while fucking him last night – sometimes newbies just lose control of the situation and things get out of hand. Deetz would talk to him about it later. For now, the drafty air foretelling of an early winter snow storm made him reconsider nudity and he grabbed the pair of pants and tee shirt lazily draped over an old stuffed chair that would have been less out of place in someone’s 15th Century castle. Read more »

[M]y Best [F]riend Made Me Take Her Deer Hunting

This is a long story, but this was one of the most glorious moments of my life, and by God I’m gonna do it justice.

I was raised on a piece of land way out in the country, and hunting is a tradition that runs way back in my family. Every fall I look forward to enjoying cool days in the woods; sitting in a deer stand is a kind of hillbilly meditation for me, and a much-needed break from city where I’m currently going to school.

My best friend, let’s call her Kate, has been begging me for the past two or three seasons to take her hunting. In principle, I didn’t mind the idea of introducing someone to the sporting tradition, but hunting with another person means hunting the only 2-man stand on the property, which isn’t in a great spot for deer. Most mornings in that stand pass without seeing a single animal, and since I only have a limited amount of time in the woods, I didn’t want to waste a day in such a poor spot. Finally, however, Kate pestered me so severely that I broke down and promised her I’d take her hunting the next saturday afternoon when I was home from school. She was so excited about it that it almost made up for wasting a good morning on the sub-par deerstand. Read more »