[TM] I Did A Live Cam Show On Campus Library As My Tutor Watched

(Hi Guys! So sorry for the long delay between posts. So many of you have flooded my messages and kik. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting! Taking and posting pics is so muuuuch easier than writing a long story. I’m lazy :P I love you guys though. Please upvote and leave a comment if you like the story, it keeps me motivated! -Aly)

So I keep getting asked to write more stories about my college sexual encounters, so here’s one of them that I think you guys will like!

I’m not too smart. Never was! Good thing I was at least a decent looking girl. Well actually I was born an Korean boy but if you’ve been reading my stories or following my Reddit page, you’d know that. I’d like to think I was pretty cute (but short 5’4) with a hint of sexiness (I like to show a little skin with all my outfits).

So when I first got into college, a professor set me and one of my sorority sisters (Julie) up with a math tutor. His name was Earl and he was this really nasty chubby Asian nerd. I don’t normally say bad things about nerds because I do find some of them attractive, but this guy was totally a blob. Greasy, super overweight and a slob. You can tell he really didn’t care much for himself.

Lassez Les Bon Temps Rouler

“Leave your bags at the desk at Lafitte’s Guest House at Bourbon and St. Phillip. They’ll take them up to the room when it’s ready. Wait in the lobby and I’ll meet you there when I can.”

That’s all his last message said, and she wasnt sure what to expect. She came, of course, but not without a slight pit in her stomach. She sat there, waiting, not knowing that to expect. She waited a long time. She looked at her dress, and felt her sexy underwear beneath it, and felt a mixture of excitement and fear.

When he came in, she jumped up expectantly, and ran over to embrace. He hugged back, but he wasn’t as exuberant as she was. He was calm,
measured and had an air of confidence bordering on arrogance.

He looked in her eyes, and held the gaze. “I’m really glad to see you. I’m going to give you the best day I can. One you’ll never forget. Let’s take a walk.” Something about him was cold, and serious. More so than she remembered. Not unkind, but not jovial either.

Suggestion [MF][public][prost][hypno?]

Renee raised her eyebrow disapprovingly as I placed my empty glass back on the table. “That’s your second,” she pointed out, “and I’ve barely taken a sip of mine. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

I shrugged. “I’m having a rough time, is all. Work has been insane, and I’ve got this stupid bake sale to plan for the PTA, and the kids have been ill and it’s all just … gurggh.”. I make a face and dangle my hands to show the depth of ‘gurggh-iness’ I’m feeling.

“You *look* tired.” says she.

“Wow. Thanks!” I reply, “That’s good to hear.” I picked up my glass and fiddled with the stem. “Also my husband thinks I’m having an affair.”

She spluttered a fine spray of surprise through her Chablis. “Wait, what? Are you?”

I sighed. “Don’t be absurd. I don’t have *time* to have an affair. That’s the problem. We haven’t … you know … in weeks.”

“He thinks you’re getting it somewhere else?”

“Uh huh.” I shook my head, “He doesn’t get that maybe I’m just not that interested.”

“In him?”

“No, I mean … you know … in sex.”

The bodyscanning hologram blowjob – year 2660 [oral] [scifi] [mf]

The Year was 2660 and John was about to wake up for the first time in over 300 years. Angry at the everyone, he was cryogenically frozen in an attempt to wake up to a happier world.

The first few weeks were rough, learning to walk again. Learning to eat solid foods. Also, learning new technology and customs. But the biggest shock of all was learning that Earth was no more. They’d been relocated—what was left of them—to a ship that housed nearly one million citizens.

It was a massive operation where every participant had a need. So, why at John been selected when he had been frozen this whole time? As a sort of experiment. They could learn from him.

After a month of physical therapy and education courses, he was given a small room where he would live the rest of his days.

There was a device in his room that could summon anyone or anything at a moments notice. Sort of like a virtual reality without the headset. A hologram of sorts capable of answering every question you could ask it.

Hiring a Sexy Korean High End Escort for a Weekend Getaway [Mf] [oral] [anal] [mast] [pee] [prost]

I’d been single for about four months and just started to get out of my funk when a friend told me the best way to get over someone was to get underneath someone else.

I’d been in this relationship so long, I had no understanding of the new dating apps, but I figured them out and downloaded a few. But as I combed through the photos, I felt tremendous sadness.

I couldn’t get over the breakup. Every woman looked like Angela. Everyone smiled like Angela. I couldn’t do it.

That’s when someone told me to hire a high end escort and explain the situation as clearly as possible. The point of an escort wasn’t just for sex. The point was to get out and have a wild night.

So, I went online and I found an escort who looked nothing like Angela. I found Samantha, an Asian woman, possibly Korean, with a small but nice body and messaged her.

After the end of my email, I realized I sounded like a hot mess. But Sam would understand, right? That was her job.

When Do I Start? [f] [MFF]

I was 19 years old and in college when this adventure started. I was broke and looking for a job whenever a family friend suggested to my mother that he knew someone who was looking for a live in babysitter, since it was suggested by someone I trusted, I decided it was worth checking out. I had text with the wife back and forth, and she invited me to dinner at a very nice restaurant with her and her husband (with them footing the bill) and I quickly agreed. That was the night I met Tom and Denise Howardson.

“When do I Start?”

I was 19 years old and in college when this adventure started. I was broke and looking for a job whenever a family friend suggested to my mother that he knew someone who was looking for a live in babysitter, since it was suggested by someone I trusted, I decided it was worth checking out. I had text with the wife back and forth, and she invited me to dinner at a very nice restaurant with her and her husband (with them footing the bill) and I quickly agreed. That was the night I met Tom and Denise Howardson.

[M] First time with a prostitute

This is my account of the first time I went to a prostitute. I’ve previously used sugar daddy type websites, which I’ve also written about on here. I’m not (now) ashamed of what I did, as the woman in question was consenting, well paid, and I treated her with respect. My following descriptions of Anna (let’s call her) and what we did are purely objective.

I found Anna on a website advertising escorts in Manchester. She was Hungarian, late 20s or early 30s. After making contact with Anna I arrived at her address, which was a flat above a shop, which she appeared to share with other escorts. She met me at the top of the stairs. She looked maybe a little older, and less pretty than I had hoped. TBH I wasn’t blown away by her looks, but she was attractive enough, average really (and so am I, so I can’t complain). She did however have a nice figure. Maybe 5’8″, a little shorter than me. Curvy in a nice way. Quite large, pert breasts. I did wonder whether they were artificial, but whatever, they looked good. Light brown hair. Green eyes. She was wearing a kind of skimpy nighty type thing and see-through bra and panties.

[MfM] Local Work [prost] [fantasy] [Mdom]

Ming sat down heavily on the shoddy bed, causing it to creak worryingly. The little room at the back of the inn had cost her most of what money she had left. While that had not been a lot to begin with, it hardly seemed worth it for what she had gotten. Even so, it was a roof over her head, and the bed was clean enough. Not _clean_, as such, but _clean enough_. Looking through her purse, she found that she only had a few copper pennies left, and realized she’d have to scare up some income if she wanted her journey to continue; Rosefire was still almost two waynweeks away, and at least three times that on foot, and she’d have to be very fortunate to get there on anything less than half a crown.

After changing her travel leathers for street clothes, she made her way back to the common room, where a couple of pennies bought her a light meal and half a bottle of weak winterfruit wine. As she ate, she watched the room for opportunities to make a bit of coin, but nothing obvious presented itself.

Learning a Thing or Two from my Cousin [m] [F] [oral] [mast] [cheat] [cum] [anal]

This isn’t one of those fake incest stories where we’re step-siblings or in-laws or godparents. Sasha IS my cousin, it’s just that she’s like, my third cousin, twice removed, blah blah. So, we’re technically related, but … it goes back quite a ways.

She’s also 10 years older than me. She’d babysit, tell me to stop being a nerd and kiss more girls. She’d tell me to dress cooler, less like my mommy dressed me. That sort of thing.

When she went to college, I was bummed. I liked Sasha. We had a ton of fun together.

Then, life interrupts and I didn’t see her for a long, long time. Until I got her wedding invite in the mail. I went. It was awkward. She hated the guy she was marrying, but her parents had been pushy about wanting grandkids and they were traditionalists, so … Sasha got married.

A few months later, they took a break and things remained like that for almost five years. Married, but not. She eventually settled one state over – just 20 minutes from my house – and we got dinner.