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Ho[M]e [F]or the Holidays with a Sinful Leather Skirt
While I said I was out of good stories from my college years, the more time I’m removed from those times, the better some stories seem. That’s not to say I haven’t been having fun lately, but there’s a certain level of tawdry, heavy-handed promiscuity you can only get away with in college. Combine that with generally missing submitting stories here and a certain story being especially topical this time of year, and I couldn’t help but come back. Though I’d love to be more active in this subreddit, and I’ve certainly been up to some exciting stuff, my current quasi-relationship is one I’d rather keep more private for the time being.
Reserved wife goes to Vegas with very adventurous sister [reluc]
Stephanie is a 36 year old wife, married with 2 kids who is about to go to Vegas with her younger 29 year old sister (Mary). Stephanie has only every slept with one man (her husband Jeff) while her sister is VERY experienced. She is also drop dead gorgeous. Like supermodel gorgeous – guys hit on her all the time, she literally had a sugar daddy when she was in college who took her on trips and bought her jewelry. To this day, Mary is a size 2 with firm chest, ridiculous legs and a rock hard stomach. She could literally be a swimsuit model. Stephanie is more like a size 8 and pretty. Guys check her out some, but it is ridiculous when she is around her sister Mary.
Neither of them have ever gone to Vegas and Mary wants both of them to go together and have a fun girls weekend. Stephanie is very nervous because she is pretty conservative, and she knows Mary is pretty wild. But Mary talks Jeff into letting them both go and the two of them book their flights and hotel. Neither of them make much money, Stephanie is a stay-at-home mom and Mary is a nurse, but they both buy some cute outfits and head out to Vegas for a long weekend.
[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.”
Revenge – a tale of a cheating husband and his wife’s revenge
Emma was in the kitchen washing the dishes when she heard a shout from the office.
“Babe, come here. I’m nearly finished.”
She went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses, and walked through to the study.
As she came through to him, she took a moment to take him in. He still took her breath away. Pencil lodged behind his ear he was tapping away feverishly at the computer.
As she walked in, he turned his head and beamed at her.
“Five more minutes,” he said.
She walked over to him, took his face between her hands and kissed him.
He pulled away from her smiling.
“Stop distracting me,” he said.
She let him focus on the screen again and he continued to type. After a couple more minutes he simply wrote ‘The End.’
She squealed with delight and popped the champagne cork.
“Well done baby, I’m so proud of you.”
The last eighteen months had been the most difficult of their relationship. They had met ten years previously at university. He had been an English Literature student, determined to become a famous author, while she was studying Graphic Design.
Their life since then had been incredibly blessed. They had married after finishing their studies and Jamie had his first book published a year later. His second book was a bestseller and they had never looked back. That was until two years ago when he had sat down to try and write his eighth novel.
He had suffered writer’s block for the first time in his life.
Things had become difficult. He had been incredibly frustrated and she had seen a side to him she had never seen before.
However, she had done her best to support him and eventually his urge to write had returned and the words flowed freely again. And the best bit about the whole thing was that he had ideas for his next four books. His inspiration was back and their life was brilliant again.
“Thank you so much for all your support,” he said. “It really does mean the world to me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“I love you,” she replied. He took her in his arms, lifted her off the floor and took her through to the bedroom.
Don’t Flash Your Tits At Strangers, Part 8 [Mf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]
Sitting naked on a chair in a dimly lit room, Aly knew she was about to come face to face with her brother-in-law. She was in his house after all, so she knew. Still, she was nervous to see him. She was shaking from head to toe, her big, exposed breasts trembling with her. She felt the weight of their jiggle with every serrated breath she took in. God, Jackson was probably watching this somewhere.
Eyes frantic, Aly surveyed every corner of the room for cameras. There was no way Jackson wasn’t eyeing her in a control room somewhere, zooming into her incredible tits and her hard, pink nipples, jerking his dick furiously as he watched her lusciously bounce for him.
God, she should’ve known. She should’ve known Jackson wouldn’t just forget about her. He spent so long trying to convince her, coerce her. He wanted so desperately for her to just meet him at a hotel room and “have a little fun.” On some nights, he offered her money to just send him a picture of her sucking on her own tits.
Magical Silent Bed [MF]
A while ago, I was dating a woman who had a roommate. This was a new thing for me, but it never ended up being a big deal. One of the main reasons for this is that none of us were assholes. The other was that her roommate was in graduate school and worked at the school library. This meant that at least twice a week, she wouldn’t be home until 10:30-11:30pm. So we could always schedule my visits around what days she would be late. We would always have time to hang out, make dinner, fuck like wild, and then watch a little TV or go to bed.
The thing that sucked most about staying there was that she only had a single bed. A fucking single bed… What are we children? In most ways it was just as shitty as you’d imagine. I always ended up getting pinned against the wall at night, couldn’t twist or turn, had to crawl over her to get out. However, it did have one thing going, it made absolutely no sound. I swear, you could have three hyperactive six year olds jumping on it, and you’d never be able to tell. I have absolutely no idea why this was, it had box springs, and I’m sure that it was the cheapest out there. It was just the magical silent bed.
[MF] A Workplace Dilemma
“Oh, for goodness sakes! Wake up, Jon!”
With a jerk Jonathan Elders woke up. Looking around wildly, he struggled to sort out the darkness and the loud ringing from the nightstand next to him. Finally catching his breath his eyes focused on the bright glowing screen, flickering with a number and a face. Groaning, he reached out and picked up the phone to answer the call.
“Kara, why are you calling me at five in the morning?” Jon asked, his irritation and sleepiness sharp in his voice.
“Aren’t you usually up, sir?” The voice on the other side of space was not as chipper and bright as normal. Yet it was unmistakably young Kara Dance, just brought on to his team. Brunette, short, and full of life. Yet until this morning, she had seemed rather staid and stable, not prone to taking risks for her job. Which was likely the problem this morning.
“I have another thirty minutes before my alarm goes off, thank you very much,” Jon replied gruffly. In fact it was only five more minutes, but he was not going to give his interruption the satisfaction of being correct, not at 4:55am. Instead he turned the conversation back at Kara. “So again, why are you waking me up?”
[Fm] My first time : Long since though
This is a true story. I’m writing it in a story-like fashion for you guys, but it’s true, every bit of it. I had gone to Bali with my family on a vacation, and I was enjoying my time there. I’m an Asian kid. So one day, me and my family went rafting and had a hell of a time. After rafting, we were all wet, and had to dry ourselves and change into fresh clothes.
The company running the rafting had set up a drying stall, where there would be a line of doors each containing a room the size of a changing room. One could go in, get changed, dry up, dress and wounds and come out. There were like 50 stalls, so it was just nice for each batch of rafters.
All the doors were made of wood, and were pretty old, so one had to use some muscle to get the locks to work. I was passing through, trying to find an unoccupied stall, when I found one unlocked. I pushed it open and in front of me stood an immensely beautiful, tall, slim, white woman with long black hair wearing just a soppy wet pair of shorts and a bra.
I was shocked, scared and embarrassed. In the shock of the moment, I couldn’t find my senses to walk away. I just stood there, looked towards the ground and apologized profusely.
[Ff] The curious apprentice [Fdom] [fantasy] [reluc] [bd]
Tonight, finally, Apprentice Myra’s impatience got the better of her. As night gathered, the young apprentice slipped down the allies between the tightly packed houses of the Mages College grounds, in search of Mage Kaley’s door. In her green linen apprentice robes, nobody batted an eyebrow as she passed them; apprentices like herself were relegated for their first few years to delivering packages, gathering reagents, copying ponderous tomes on all manner of terribly boring subjects and other busywork, until a mage saw fit to take an interest in them and share with them their speciality.
Myra had come to the college some five years past, at the age of twelve, and had done more busywork than she could stand. To be sure it was unusual for an apprentice to be picked up before the age of seventeen, but it was unusual for an apprentice to labor for five years without a mage taking an interest as well, so it was clear to her that the time had come to be proactive.