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Critical Fail (or Success?) [DnD][Fantasy][Magic][Transform][Oral]

I wield my vorpal sword in one hand, sturdy shield in the other. The leather strap securing the shield to my arm grips my grieves tightly, plate mail holding strong through the battle. The mage I’d been called upon to vanquish is powerful, but nothing a practiced paladin such as myself can’t handle. I close the distance between us, blocking a colorful variety of spells cast against me, each one deflecting harmlessly off my shield. Until…

A loud ‘crack’ rings out, my arm bucking painfully into my chest as my shield breaks apart. Electricity arcs between the shattered fragments as they fall away, and I roll to the side in an attempt to dodge another bit of magic. Fortunately a large rock stands nearby, providing plenty of cover, and just enough time for me to devise a plan. I heal myself with a touch, utter a prayer to my benevolent god, and dive around the boulder sword at the ready! But, nothing is there? Read more »

I Like White Girls and I Cannot Lie/White Girl got Back (Parody of “Baby got Back”) (mildly racist)

**Song this is a parody of:** [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X53ZSxkQ3Ho](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X53ZSxkQ3Ho)

*Two jealous black girls comment on a blonde white girl in front of them:*

“Oh, my, god, Imani, look at that blonde. People think she’s just so pretty. She looks like one of those black celebrity’s girlfriends. Who understands those whitewashed sell-outs? They only talk to her, because she looks like a total prostitute, okay? Ugh, I can’t believe she’s got the blue eyes, slim nose, high cheekbones, freckles, soft, porcelain skin, petite figure, long legs, big breasts. And her butt, it looks so big in those yoga pants and just so round, it’s like out there, I mean, ugh, gross. Look! She’s just so white!”

[Verse 1: Sir Snowbunny Magnet]

I like white girls and I cannot lie

You other brothers can’t deny

That when a girl walks in nearly free of melanin

And a butt that’s eminent, you get sprung

Light hair, light eyes, and also her butt is STUFFED

And the yoga pants she’s wearin’ (mmm…)

I’m hooked and I can’t stop starin’

Oh, baby, I wanna get wit’cha

And take your picture

My homeboys tried to warn me Read more »

I[M] hire a prostitute and she turns out to be a girl[F] i knew back in school

It all started 2 weeks ago, i was searching in a escort website (escorting is legal here were i live) and i found a hot girl who would escort for the equivalent of 25 dolars an hour(it is important to say that in the photos on the site her face was blured, so i did not recognize her at first). I booked her for that same day in early night and kept minding my own stuff.

The night came, and i head out to the address where she attend. Is a 4 floors building with no elevator, but pretty nice place and i only had walk up to the second floor to find her apartment number. There i was, and i knocked on her door.

When i was in highschool, four years ago, i use to talk to everyone i could and socialize a lot. When the door was open i instantly recognize that girl who studied in the same school as i, and im pretty sure she recognized me very fast too.

She told me to come in, and make myself comfortable. So i came in her living room and sat on the couch, she seemed new on this and i decided not to bring the subjects that we knew each other. We headed to the service. Read more »

The Old Main Drag pt2 (Adult romance)

Kirsty helped her have a shower and it felt wonderful. “I’m fed up being in bed, I want to sit in the arm chair.” Kirsty helped her to the chair and then went and made them both a cup of tea. When she returned she just sat staring at Jo, waiting for her to talk.

“I was bored and found a website where punters can find prostitutes who are local and working, he had a room booked and I said I’d meet him, I can’t even remember his fucking name. I went to the room and as soon as the door closed he punched me. I woke up confused and in agony. I somehow made my way downstairs and you know the rest.”

“Why did you go to the hotel? I don’t understand.”

“For the life of me I don’t really know, maybe it was for the danger, maybe for some other reason, I don’t fucking know why I went there.” Jo said, her voice rising and tears starting to well. Kirsty just stared at her, trying to understand.

“The manager said they tried to call an ambulance but you kept saying to call me and get you a taxi.” Read more »

[FM] [FM] [FFM] Vegas business trip fun (26f at the time)

Hey remember business trips? My first business trip to Vegas was memorable :) I’d been to Vegas a few times for fun, but never alone and never for work.

The first day I told myself I’d be good, just hang out at the pool after my training/conference and maybe hit the slots. That’s lasted…not even a day.

I got in late Sunday night so I was good and went to bed. I made it to the conference and everything. And after I went to the pool, wearing a conventional two piece. I was sunning myself when a very attractive man caught my eye. Fit, salt and pepper hair, handsome. Our eyes locked and he approached me, so he was confident. We chatted, just small talk, and then he offered to buy me a drink and I accepted. We finished it off, and we jumped in a splash pool, one of those little pools off to the side. We started getting touchy and flirty in there…and I knew my goal of being good was finished.

I invited him to my room, and he did not flinch. He got out, grabbed his towel, and followed me. Read more »

I TURNED MY BESTIE INTO A PROSTITUTE [ff] [squirt] [oral]

Okay so like, a month ago, my bestie (and roomie) comes to me all freaked out like, “I’m going to have to move back in with my parents!”

Her job fired her (Covid related shit) and she couldn’t swing her half of the rent anymore, which freaked ME out because I can’t afford this place on my own AND I’ll have to, like, interview new roomies? But Abby and I are besties and I don’t want to lose her. And I def don’t want to move back into MY parents place.

“Okay, so this is a lose lose for everyone involved. If you move out, I’ll die without you,” I said.

“I’ll die without YOU!!” Abby said, putting her hand on my thigh.

OKAY, TRUTH TIME: I always had a little crush on Abby. I mean, I’m not a lesbo or anything. Maybe bi. Whatever. I don’t like assigning labels. I’m just like, a human, okay? I crush on girls and guys and everyone in between. Whatever. Abby is hot. That’s it. She’s got long brown hair, perky little tits (I’ve seen ’em, okay? We’re besties. We walk around nakey all the time), her septum is pierced (SO HOT), and she has a cute little bush. I love it. Read more »

First time with Mister [MF]

*(this is my first story ever, so constructive feedback is welcome ?)*

I was entering the hotel lobby at 8PM, as requested by Mister, happy to have kept to punctuality since that it sometimes difficult for me. Entering the hotel lobby is already making my heart beat faster since I am feeling a myriad of emotions meeting Mister for the first time. I am happy, scared, trepidatious, elated, apprehensive, coy and curious. Maybe I am wobbling a little on my legs since I am fully understanding the severity and realness of this situation. No longer is it chatting with an online mysterious person who I am a little in awe of, but actually inches and minutes away from seeing, touching, hearing, subjecting. It does things to my body and my mind. Very shy, insecure, unsure and hesitant all of a sudden, I still manage to scramble my brain for the room number and make my way to the elevator. The ride up is agonizingly slow as I start questioning my presence here.

*Is this actually a good idea? Am I crazy? Is this going too far? Do I really need to explore this? My mind is making me doubt the surety I felt when making this appointment*. Read more »

Let’s make some pictures

*Not an erotic story per se, but one with a lot of sex and drugs.*

In 1999, at a film festival in Berlin, Denny met one of the bevy of beautiful but marginally talented “models and aspiring actresses” who hang around such events. He said you could tell the real actresses from the trash—his word—by how perfectly they dressed and made themselves up: the real actresses were content to be imperfect, while the models and aspiring types couldn’t afford to be. The fateful day was a case in point. Seated on one side of him was a blonde American dressed in a pink Star Trek t shirt and blue jeans, popping her gum and giggling with an ancient man whom Denny did not recognize was Billy Wilder; three years later this girl was a movie star named Scarlett Johansson.

On the other side, wearing a silver evening dress in anticipation of the cocktail party about to start, was a statuesque knockout with a perfect oval face and mahogany brown hair swept into a Jackie Kennedy bouffant; she made furtive eye contact with Denny and positioned her left arm so that he had a glimpse of her not inconsiderable cleavage. This was Marinka. Read more »