Revenge Is A (Naked Cumsoaked) B*tch, Part 4 [Mff] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

Evan did his best to look blasé as Summer ordered her friend to strip off her clothes. But in reality, he could hardly believe his luck. He’d come over to force Summer to go down on him, and what he got instead was her smoking brunette friend’s agreement to let him fuck her.

“While he sucks on your tits, Summer,” Natalia demanded.

“Whatever,” Summer snapped back with attitude. “Just hurry up and get naked, bitch.”

Evan laughed to himself as he stood there watching Natalia pull the straps down on her sundress. He still stood behind Summer, idly fondling her breasts as he waited for the show to start. His hands molded over her perfectly firm mounds, he stared at Natalia, squeezing Summer’s tits harder and harder as Natalia peeled her dress further and further down her chest.

“Fuck,” he breathed out when she finally let her tits spring free. They were about the same unreal size as Summer’s and while they weren’t as perky, they were still hot as fucking hell. Evan liked how heavy they looked against her insanely petite frame. How did she even walk around without tipping over and spilling out of her clothes?

Don’t Flash Your Tits At Strangers, Part 6 [MMMf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

Apparently, Travis was joking when he said he was going to have Aly suck him off on campus. “Nah, we don’t have time for that. We gotta get you somewhere important,” Nick smirked. Aly was so relieved she happily complied with the little stunt they decided to pull instead of the on-campus blowjob. Nick called it “drive-by groping,” which involved Nick rolling the window down at every red light and having Aly stick her naked breasts out for strangers to play with.

*Sicko,* Aly scolded herself for the weird excitement she felt as the car rolled to its first stop — right next to a construction sight. Kneeling behind her, Nick rolled the window down, a grin in his voice as he said, “Alright, baby. Show them those perfect titties.”

Arching her back, Aly did as she was told. Right away, there was a reaction.

“Holy *fuck*!”

“Look!”

The men dropped everything they were doing to stare. The lust that filled their eyes made Aly grateful that there was a car door between them.

Anal Manoeuvres in the Dark – how I (M) fucked my co-worker’s (F) ass because her man wouldn’t

I’d worked with Kat for a few years. We became friends through work and that had extended to being friends outside of work. Whilst I’ll happily admit she was a stunning woman, there was nothing in it from a romance point of view for me – she had been married for a few years before I knew her so I knew she was out of reach.

Kat was a bigger woman, but not fat by any means. Statuesque is the word I’d use – tall, well rounded, curvy. In her heels, she’d be around my height (6ft). When I first met her, she had been bigger but a couple of years of gym dedication and she had slimmed down. I enjoyed looking at her.

Our chats could be flirty at times, but there had never been anything remotely sexual between us and this story remains the only time anything like that has happened.

We were both sent to a conference with work – a 2 day conference with an awards dinner on the last night. We were booked to fly down the morning of the first day, and then back up the morning after the awards dinner. Our work, in their own wonderful way, had managed to cock up the hotel booking and we were booked into a hotel about 3 miles away from the conference venue, rather than the hotel attached to it.

[Mf] [reluc] [alcohol] Kaylee the Sister-in-Law Pt. 2

Before Kaylee arrived with her friends, I set out the liquor and made a bourbon then forced myself to turned on some bro country. These girls had to feel comfortable after all. I went outside and lit the fire pit, then turned on Sportscenter to make it appear like I couldn’t care less if they showed up.

It’s good that I did because an hour and two bourbons later I was sitting by the fire pit alone, trying to not let the fourth Florida Georgia Line song on Spotify grate at me. Apparently Kaylee was not fond of being on time, and I was getting mad. But I knew better than to check where they were.

Finally I heard the doorbell ring, I took my time walking down the foyer, doing my best to play non-chalant. I opened the door to find my SIL and three of her cutest friends, one I recognized as the short-haired brunette with thick legs and huge boobs from her soccer team that graduated before Kaylee, the other two were new to me, but after checking out their low cut shirts and short lacy shorts, I didn’t mind. Kaylee was simple and sexy with her long hair made up, probably with a wand I’ve heard her discuss with my wife, a pair of bright gem earrings and matching long necklace, and she was in a short striped dress that could’ve been a tshirt with a pair of Chuck Taylor’s.

Thighs during first one night stand

Angie was 32. She lived in an apartment with two other women in Brooklyn, had been laid off from her job at a jewelry store, was looking for freelance work for making jewelry on Craiglist. That was how she put it. She had long brown hair and freckles, came from what I sensed was a wealthy family on Long Island (they actually lived on another Island, off the LI coast), but she dressed like she was a college student from the 70s and had a plain, earthy demeanor. Well, she was the 70s. This was 2009, so she must have been born in 1976/77.

I…was a twenty-one year old college student on an internship in New York that summer. Read some of my other stories and perhaps you’ll glean a summary of me.

I met Angie at a summer movie screening at Brooklyn Bridge park. It was early July and I was staying in my aunt and uncle’s house…and they were gone on vacation with their kids. So it was just me, housesitting. I couldn’t make up my mind on where to sit and also, I kind of in general wanted to get laid that summer. It had been a few months since I’d had any women.

MF – Fuck you, I Love You [M37,F33]

Part 1
I felt like she was “the one”, and the one to be avoided all at the same time. I told her she was the cause, and the cure to my agony. She would say the same about me. Her love, her sex, our connection makes everything else pale in comparison. She pisses me off, she makes me happy, she is home.

 

We have a year long history, one I won’t go into here – but suffice it to say it is long and stormy, while exhilarating and extremely comforting when it’s on point. I was trying to avoid her, figured my life was better without her. She can be evil, she would say the same about me, we were just done dealing with each other.

 

We had barely spoken for a couple of months, then out of nowhere she invites me to a park, says she has something important to say. I was very reluctant, I didn’t want my heart trampled on. Things were going very well for me after all, why would I even allow an opening? I’m not a coward that avoids life, so I go. Honestly I will always love her, so I go.

Shapeshifting Ghost Sex?? [MF reluc]

I’m actually doing a bit of market research here. One of my authors (I’ll link to his blog in the comments) wrote this as a promotional piece for one of our other authors. It got a ton of pageviews, but zero comments. I can’t tell if it’s not sexy enough, or sexy because it’s almost all anticipation, or the antipathy between the two characters. I’m really just looking for any constructive feedback Reddit wants to give. I tried to get some similar feedback on Facebook and ended up with an alarming number of dick pics in my inbox. So…help a girl out?

The Inhuman by Reggie Barkwell

–Liset Laraña, the witch, read a magazine in her faux magic shop. To be clear, she was a real witch, with real power. Her store, however, sold intentional shams to people who didn’t know any better.

She lounged on an overly expensive beanbag chair, nestled in deep with her long arms and longer legs sticking out at sharp angles. The magazine rested in the pocket created by the calf or one leg resting perpendicularly on her knee.

She scooped the bottom corner of a page with a crimson nail, then flipped it casually with a slender finger.

Casual Conversation Vol. 1 – Doctor’s Orders [MF] [POV]

*Andrew has been quietly smiling at you, all night. Not in an unsettling way. He warmly gazes at you, while you vent about work. You understand it’s poor form to exhaustingly discuss office politics on a first date, but it’s been a particularly rough day and it’s difficult to stop nervously talking while the handsome doctor comfortingly stares back at you.*

*Online dating services are the worst. Two years have merited zero rewards. You’ve grown disillusioned by the carbon copies of your ex-fiance, underemployed, emotionally-detached man-children. Maybe, that’s all that was left, the good ones having been locked down in college or high school, or even sooner.*

*You were initially reluctant to allow your friend, Stephanie, set you up on a date. She has always had the worst taste in men. She caught your attention, though, when she told you this guy was a doctor. You’re not a gold-digger, but being a doctor requires some semblance of having your shit together, a trait in short supply with the men you’ve dated.*

Casual Conversation Vol. 1 – Doctor’s Orders [MF] [POV] [Oral]

*Andrew has been quietly smiling at you, all night. Not in an unsettling way. He warmly gazes at you, while you vent about work. You understand it’s poor form to exhaustingly discuss office politics on a first date, but it’s been a particularly rough day and it’s difficult to stop nervously talking while the handsome doctor comfortingly stares back at you.*

*Online dating services are the worst. Two years have merited zero rewards. You’ve grown disillusioned by the carbon copies of your ex-fiance, underemployed, emotionally-detached man-children. Maybe, that’s all that was left, the good ones having been locked down in college or high school, or even sooner.*

*You were initially reluctant to allow your friend, Stephanie, set you up on a date. She has always had the worst taste in men. She caught your attention, though, when she told you this guy was a doctor. You’re not a gold-digger, but being a doctor requires some semblance of having your shit together, a trait in short supply with the men you’ve dated.*

The Phone [MF] [PHONE SEX] [COWORKER]

The other day, I sat in my room crying to myself and wondering what did I do to deserve this. All of this time I had spent supporting him and giving everything I had to our relationship. I sleep alone a lot of nights because he told me that he had to work late. I spent holidays alone because he told me that he had to go out of town for business. Some nights I would cook dinner knowing that his face would be absent from the other end of the table. Sitting on my bed, I became frozen as I stared into the open space in which we used to share. He left me for her, Amy the intern who helped him with all his projects. The look in his eyes as words formed from his lips telling me that he no longer loved me, shocked my heart. As he walked out the door, he turned to me and said, “Maybe if you lose some weight you can get another man to fuck you.” The door closed and I stood there in silence with petals of tears running down my cheek. How could he just abandon the love that we built over all these years for an intern? Suddenly I went into a deep depression that seem like years but was only for a few weeks.
Sitting at the ice cream parlor, I devoured two big bowls of vanilla fudge. As I put each spoonful into my mouth I cried. The waitress kept asking me am I okay but I would just nod and mumble yes. “Excuse me may I sit here?” a deep rough voice said as I held my spoon in mid air. I didn’t respond because, I didn’t know how to respond. Staring at my bowl I refused to look up and instead shoved the spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. “So what flavor of ice cream is that?” he asked as I began to move my head slightly to look up. “Its vanilla fudge”, I said softly as I began to notice his face. It was Glen from my job. Glen is a man that all of the ladies follow at work, they love his charm and good looks. His hair is jet black with lots of curls and he has gem colored green eyes. He is handsome but he has never spoken to me before at work and feel confused about him sitting across from me. “You haven’t been to work in a few days, is everything okay?”, he asks as he dips his spoon into my ice cream bowl. “I am okay, just been busy”, as reply to him in a soft tone looking at him intensely. How does he know I haven’t been to work, this man doesn’t know me nor has he ever even acknowledged my existence. “Btw you have very good choice in ice cream”, as he took another spoonful from my bowl. In my mind I am thinking what does he want from a broken woman and I wished he would go away. Then all of sudden he stood up, “I leave you with your ice cream for now but call me later” as he placed a card on the table then walked away. I gazed at the card for a moment thinking why would I want to call him. What is he wanting? before I could ask myself anymore questions I quickly grabbed the card and put in my purse.
Later that night, I kept thinking about the card in my purse. If I called him what would we talk about? Him and I have nothing in common at all. So before I scared myself out the whole idea, I took out the card and called him. “Hello April, how are you this evening” he said as breathed into the phone saying hello. Silence for a few seconds and he says,”What are you wearing tonight?” as I could hear breathes escape from his lips while on the phone. Startled at first I began to describe what I was wearing. “Well I am wearing a black crop top and skirt.” He paused in the midst of his breathing and asked could I remove my top. I wanted to say no and hang up the phone however I slowly began to pull my top over my head. “You should always be comfortable when talking to me,” he said as I sat in my chair like a kid waiting for the next instruction. “Are your nipples hard right now?” he asked as I began to look down at my curvy breasts. I acknowledged they were hard with a soft, “Yes.” Then he told me to rub my nipples in circles and tell him how it feels. Feeling a little reluctant, I began to do what he wants, “My nipples feel soft as I glide my finger over each one,” I said as my fingers went randomly over my nipples as I sat in my chair firmly. “My dick is so hard baby, let me rub it all on your nipples,” as he began to breathe harder into the phone. My pussy began to throb as his voice echoed through my whole body. “Spread your legs, open that pussy wide, and rub that clit baby,” he said as I started to hear him stroking his dick up and down. I told him my fingers were rubbing my clit and that he could slide in at any time. He then said to me, “Let me slide in that fat pussy baby, ” as he began to moan louder in to the phone. My voice started to tremble as I felt that connection of both of us cumming at the same time. “Cum for me baby,” he said as I started to moan while rubbing my clit faster and then exploding. He came quickly after me and told me that he had to go. Feeling confused I took it as he used me for his pleasure. I then crawled into my bed and just stared up looking at the ceiling thinking about what I did with Glen over the phone.
The next day I couldn’t help but to keep thinking about the phone call with Glen. Then suddenly a stack of papers slammed on my desk at work. “Glen said to bring this paperwork to him on the third floor,” the clerk said as I began to pick up the papers. I shuffled off to the third floor and as soon as I stepped off the elevator there was Glen in an empty room naked. He looked at me and smiled then motioned for me to come closer. Standing before him, I looked into his eyes and he said,” This is my company and you are mine now, close the door.”