The Motivator [M/F] [prost] [oral]

“You can do this, Mike. You can do this. You’re ready! You couldn’t be more ready if you tried.”

Michael Young said those words again and again as he paced restlessly in a small conference room. In just under an hour, he was scheduled for an interview that might very well determine the course of his life. He’d been busting his ass, working long hours and late nights at this company for nine years. After all that time and toil, the opportunity he’d been hoping for came along.

Six weeks ago, a new senior executive position opened in a newly-formed department. Whoever got that job wouldn’t just be taking over for some old employee who retired. They would be in a position to forge a bold new path for themselves and the company. It wouldn’t just be a promotion. It would be a clean slate with which to build a career to call his own.

Michael had been searching for that opportunity since he graduated college, having gone into debt and lived in crappy shared apartments for nearly six years. He only recently began driving a car that was less than 10 years old. Just paying off his debts wasn’t enough, though. Michael aspired to something more.

[MF] The Darling slut of New Orleans, Part 2

After that insanely good Friday night, I was buzzing all Saturday morning. No matter what, my New Orleans trip was going to be a success.

I checked a few messages with other potential partners, but all I was getting was either honest answers of how they weren’t going to make it out, or hints of ghosting. And because I fucked Darling raw the night before, there was only one girl that I was going to be able to fuck without condoms until my next doctor’s visit.

But Saturday, she was feeling Droppy.

Intense sex is a drug. It’s the most natural drug possible, but it’s a drug. It’s a massive release of adrenaline and dopamine and any other feel-good chemical your body has. So while you might feel high and pleasant after a good fuck, you might also feel that counter-swing into a mild depression or hangover. In BDSM, that’s called being Droppy. I only learned the name for this sensation about a year ago myself.

The Limo Ride [MF] [Prost]

“Over here, Mr. Riverston!”

Joe Riley Riverston, a guy most people couldn’t pick out of a crowd if their life depended on it, heard that voice and was taken aback. He’d just arrived on an early-morning flight to Las Vegas, working on potent combination of minimum sleep and excess adrenaline. He’d planned to pick up his bags and call a cab to the convention center. Then, a tall limousine driver in a neatly-pressed suit called his name out.

“Uh…are you talking to me?” Joe asked, not sure of how many Riverstons there were in Las Vegas.

“Joseph Riley Riverston,” the man said in an overly formal tone, “current department head of product development at Silver Heights Software Corporation’s central campus in Denver, Colorado. Also recently promoted to VP of product launch and marking, if I recall.”

“Okay, that level of detail is only somewhat disturbing,” he said sheepishly.

“May I take your response as confirmation that you are, indeed, the Joseph Riley Riverston I just described?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s me. I just don’t remember requesting a limo or telling anyone about my recent promotion.”

I Cheated With The Babysitter {PART 2} [Str8] [M/f] [Teen] [Age Gap] [Cheating] [Dry-humping] [Grinding]

**You REALLY should read** **part one** **if you haven’t already.**

***AUTHOR’S NOTE:***

>***Hi all!*** **Thanks for taking the time to read my story.** ***If you haven’t read the first chapter yet, please do before reading the following additions*****. I know this chapter isn’t quite as long and doesn’t feature much sex but I assure you that I have a lot in mind for future chapters so please do stay tuned! As always, any and all feedback is much appreciated!**
***With Love,***
***- Indigo***

# Part Two – Can I?

Last week I did the most taboo, naughtiest and exciting thing I’ve ever done in my life. I fucked the life out of my eighteen year old babysitter and it was beyond blissful. Before I bring you to the present, let me explained what’s happened over the past week.

XChange Story: Hazed into Submission (mf) [nc] [Mdom] [fantasy] [transformation]

*A freshman gets more than he bargained for when he pledges to join the MKT Fraternity.*

*Author’s Note: This story contains heavy themes of non-consensual sex, humiliation and forced feminisation.*

**1. The Dare**

“No *fucking* way, man. There’s no way I’m taking that pill.”

“You sure, mate? Cause it’s the difference between whether you leave this house tonight as a MKT brother, or a schmuck.”

Jacob pushed me the bottle into my hands again.

*XChange Resistance: The gender-swapping pill, with a* ***twist!*** *Warning: Every orgasm increases the chances your transformation becomes* ***permanent****.*

Fuck.

“Look, mate. It’s the price of entry.” Jacob assured me. “Think of it as a test.”

“Our fraternity only accepts the most alpha of alphas.” Devin continued the pitch. “If you can’t stay a man after just six hours on this, then mate, then you don’t deserve to be one of us.”

Test or not, there was something predatory in the way they glanced at me. A glint in their eyes that sent a shiver down my spine.

Storm Chasing Part 1 [MF]

We were sat at dinner. He was opposite me.

“*Alexis, it was music publishing you were working in, wasn’t it? Just administration?”*

“*Yeah, I had been there about nine years. I am kind of glad we moved, there was no more progression in that role and I think I was about to made redundant anyhow.”*

“*You do know I work for a science organisation, right?”*

“*Meteorology? I am very used to seeing you on the TV actually, whenever there is adverse weather conditions in the country!”*

He laughed.

“*Yeah, that’s it. I should have mentioned this earlier but my personal assistant recently took on another job. There is an opening there if you want it. It is not highly stressful, my previous PA can attest to that. Would you be interested? If you are, I will tell HR and tell them to bypass the usual recruitment bullshit.”*

“*Oh wow….yes, of course I am interested! I mean, surely it is not that different from what I was doing before.”*

“*It isn’t. It is basically attending a lot of boring meetings, organising my diary and travel, welcoming in important people and a whole lot of other stuff. So, sure you will be okay working with me?”*

All the Power, Part 11.1 [Str8] [fantasy] [nosex]

*I present the next installment of All the Power. I will post a comment with a link to 11.2 when it’s up. The sexy bits are all in 11.2; this contains some more world-building and character moments.*

*Tags here apply to 11.1 only. Feedback very much encouraged.*

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Tetenia exited the magneto-road in New Cortium along with Ellessa and Nervid, one of her male servants. They walked through a crowd of people, which almost seemed to part for them as they passed.

New Cortium, the largest city on the Sacred Isle, had been constructed from scratch after His Supremacy razed the old city of Cortium to construct what was now called Cortium Palace, one of His palaces. The city was located where the Delarnum River, which flowed into the lake at the Sacred Estate at its other end, flowed into the sea. Cortium was an old city, one of the Six Great Cities of Empire, and the commercial and cultural center of Pentash – the island that was rechristined the Sacred Isle after the Sacred Declaration. New Cortium was constructed across the river from the site of Cortium.

[M]y [f]irst time with a childhood friend

It started off pretty innocently. I was 20, she was 18. We texted each other like we usually did every once and a while. Occasionally sending selfies or pictures of things around us. We had know each other since I was nine. I had watched her grow from a rough housing tomboy to a beautiful woman, with long red hair, bright blue eyes, pale skin, average sized breasts. I had always had the thought in the back of my mind, of, “what if?”. Well, I sent a pic of my shirt off like I sometimes did. I learned over time that she likes that. She sent a pic back this time. Her jacket was unzipped and you could just see the outline of her boob, covered by the jacket. My heart pounded.

“Move it to the side please…”

I waited for her to respond. What was I saying..I didn’t back peddle though, I wanted to see what she had to say.

“You want to see my bare body??” “Yea, I do, if you want to send it” “Only if you send it too, ill take off what you take off”

Beloved – [Str8][Les][prost][lac]

“The cows have come and have brought us good fortune. In our stalls, contented, may they stay! May they bring forth calves for us, many-coloured, giving milk for Indra each day. You make, O cows, the thin man sleek; to the unlovely you bring beauty. Rejoice our homestead with pleasant lowing. In our assemblies we laud your vigour.” – The Rig Veda

Dearest Priya,

I know that you can never read this letter. Even if I could find you again, it is forbidden for me to touch pen and paper. Such things are not permitted for temple girls. I feel that I must try, though, to set down these thoughts which are buzzing in my head like flies. A girl was attacked earlier this week. I heard it on the radio. She was a tourist from Sweden, and a group of men attacked her in a temple in Dhar. They held her down and they took turns with her. Nobody will find them of course. The newspapers are aflame with anger, but listen on the street corners and you will hear people say “oh, she was improperly dressed, she showed her breasts and legs, ants will go where the sugar is.”

A Fresh Kick Up The Pants [MF]

There it is was – the mockup of the glass castle. The scene was set in September 1980 during the sessions for the “Ship to Shore” album. It was the first time Stephen and I had worked together so closely. So close we became involved in something akin to phone sex. Without the phone and with it being face to face with no physical contact whatsoever. Naughty Kitty and Stephen! When I think about it now, of course, it was something we shouldn’t have done. As I watched on, I found it so intense. A tear rolled down the side of my face. I walked away for a break and my phone rang…

*”Good afternoon, Minnie.”*

*“I would hate to be annoying, but are you okay, Kitty?”*

*“Oh, my…Lucas Botham is so Stephen Wilcox. Jonquil reacts to Lucas the same way I react to Stephen. I have often wondered…does Jonquil see in these men what I saw in mine?”*

*“Probably not, they are just acting. Acting must be so hard. All this pretend and you may not even like the person. May not even be attracted to him. Does Jonquil have a type?”*