Just after my 29th birthday I left the city behind for a more rural aspect. The city and I never got along. I grew up in the vast open spaces of Lancashire, Yorkshire and Scotland. Feeling hemmed in and surrounded by way too many people, not to mention the chronic pollution, this move produced a feeling that it was somehow going back to my roots and the natural order of how it all should be. The new house was over an hours drive from the last one in Leeds, West Yorkshire. I soon found that almost all friends had decided it was too much of a chore to visit. Those that did visit the new place made it plain they wouldn’t be making the journey again. Two of the latter were girlfriends who were quite happy to have fun without any huge commitment but not when it involved driving that distance. I suppose you could say that the time, fuel and effort involved in such a sojourn are most definitely a commitment of sorts. A great many of those friendships had been formed through a shared interest you might say of religion. Humans can be quite a fickle animal at times.
Tag: Reluctant
Yacht escorts, how I sexted with my ex-girlfriend. [M+F] [exhib] [money] [age dif]
When my (now) ex-girlfriend and I started going out she lived at the beach, so we spent a couple of months on long distance. She was reluctant to sext, she was self-conscious and a bit of a prude, but eventually we got there. This is the tale of a recurrent story we made up to dirty talk over.
As you would expect she struggled when she first moved to a beach town straight out of college, a couple of odd jobs here and there and she eventually landed a job promoting scuba tours on a fancy hotel. I always pictured her in a bikini trying to convince rich people to try the tours, but in my mind, they were just there to see if she would put out. I started the story out like this: a coworker would tell her about a side gig she had, very few hours for a lot of cash. Her coworker would slowly pitch in the idea, easing her into what she described as a promotional model job. It was actually pretty simple, both of them would go to a private yacht to assist rich men, half waitress, half entertainment. I never really knew if this sort of scenario had crossed her mind, if she ever lusted about how older men looked at her, but she seemed to accept the idea pretty quick.
We’re just friends….right? [FM] [Cheating] [Passion] [Fiction]
I met Philip at a coffee house. We were both waiting at the counter, standing a few feet apart, when the barista called his order first. He was wearing black-framed glasses, a grey t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and a pair of athletic shorts. I was in a knee-length flowy red skirt and black top, tight enough to showcase my ample breasts. He was typing something on his phone, not really acknowledging anyone around him. He certainly didn’t seem to notice me checking him out, which allowed me a very good look.
“Chai with oat milk for Phil.” He looked up finally, slid his phone into his pocket, and stepped to the counter, grabbing the paper cup and turning around.
He must have seen me laugh because he blushed slightly before he said, “Hey, it tastes better than regular milk.” I just shrugged, waiting for the barista to set down my own order. A moment later, her voice rang out again.
“Another chai with oat milk for Kat.”
[Group] [MF] How Sharing My GF Landed Me My Largest Client Ever – Part 1
TL;DR – Kaitlyn and I swing with our first black couple, have our first time playing without protection—the first step in landing my largest client ever. Skip to $$$$$ for sexy times.
We met Daniel and Ibukun online. They were not the first couple to reach out to us after we created our profile, but they were certainly the most intriguing. We were honest in our profile description section about being relatively new to the swinging lifestyle, and we wanted only good experiences.
I was glad to see that their profile picture wasn’t just a picture of their genitalia. Rather, it was a relatively modest swimsuit photo of them without faces. They were clearly a very good looking black couple. I had never been with a black woman before, but Kaitlyn had been with several black men in college. I certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea. After scrolling through their gallery, we were delighted to see some (tasteful) nudes, and damn, they looked good.
At first sight, it appeared that Daniel and Ibukun (we didn’t know their names yet) checked all of our boxes. They were older than us but still within 10 years of our age, they were both attractive and intelligent individuals from Nigeria, and seemed to love to travel like us.
The bus – Revised (groped, reluctant, non-consensual, masturbation, violent sex, anal)
If you asked her the first time a man had touched her on the bus, riding around the city, she wouldn’t have been able to tell you. The first touches had been so long ago, perhaps on a city bus, perhaps on one painted yellow. She wasn’t sure. She just knew it was a constant. She always pretended to hate it and perhaps even did in the beginning. Strange peers and men, all taking without asking, touching without permission. She wasn’t even that pretty, not really. Not ugly by any means, not a butter-face as some might say. Just plain, unassuming, wearing little if any makeup and no clothing begging for attention to be drawn to her.
She didn’t even really date or go out. She kept to herself and as she moved into her small apartment, the only other thing in her life was her cat to keep her company as she watched TV or slept. Other than that, the only other constant in her life was her work. A boring job at a boring department store that took a boring 45-minute bus ride to arrive and often closer to an hour to get back from. She was gray personified in a world of color, a shadow, just background noise that no one noticed or cared about.
Playfighting Leads to Ruined Underwear [M] [NB]
I’m back with another story about Brandon! This happened a while after our first hookup, when we were really starting to get comfortable sleeping together. Even before we started hooking up, he and I would get into these elaborate inside jokes where we imagined ourselves as halves of classic movie tropes. Y’know, what if I was a knight and you needed rescuing from a tower, what if we were a reluctant team-up of daring adventurers, what if we were the only two people on a desolate Arctic research station. That sort of thing. Totally normal stuff to talk about for two good friends who definitely aren’t going to have lots and lots of sex in a few years.
But lately Brandon had been leading a lot of our silly imaginary scenarios down the general path of ‘enemies to lovers but also they’re still enemies.’ Someone always seemed to be getting shoved against a wall or straddled with a sword at their throat. It happened so many times that finally I had to call him on it.
“Dude,” I said on a phone call with him one night. “If you want to try out some kind of sexy fight situation, you could just ask me directly.”
One Little Moan Part 3 (Exhibitionism, Creampie, Reluctant, Public)
Over the next few weeks Taylor did everything she could to avoid her own room. No matter how much she’d enjoyed her first sexual experience, the fear and shame always overwhelmed the lust whenever she thought back to it. Once her time of the month finally came, her relief overpowered even her shame though, and she vowed to do everything she could to avoid another pregnancy scare. She’d spent a week with that stone on her chest and now that she was finally free of pressure she never wanted to feel it again. The only way she could do that though was to avoid Kevin like her life depended on it.
It wasn’t just Kevin she was trying to avoid anymore though. Sure, he could drop by at any time, and there was always the risk that he might try to take advantage of her again if Sara wasn’t around. That wasn’t the only problem though. Lately Sara had been acting weird, and asking her probing questions even when he hadn’t been around for a day or two.
“So what kind of guys do you like, anyway,” she’d asked casually while watching tiktoks on her phone one day.
Disturbia [M/F, imprisonment, mild violence, CNC, sadomasochism play, and mentions of trauma reimagined into painplay]
note: not proofread before posting.
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Part One:
“Sweetheart,” he urges me, my wrists clutched in his hands as a lock of black hair falls into his eyes. He is sweating. He is normally composed and arrogant; a jester on a cruel lord’s dance floor, eternally smirking and simpering to a crowd of self proclaimed lords and ladies ravenous for our blood. “Sweetheart,” he says again, and it ends in a whine. He is frantic. The way his nails dig half-moons into my skin excites me. “Don’t. Dont!”
The room we are in is locked. The keyring hangs heavy at his belt. I can hear the other prisoners from the ward banging on the door, inciting each other to open the damn door. This close, I can smell the sweat and fear on him like a rot. He has lost all facade of composure with the silver flint in my hand. The oil pools pungent on the walls, coating everything but the rest of the facility in slick contempt.
[MF] To control his lust
*Another (fictional) story I have written. Hope you like it!*
*Kink-Content: Masturbation, Soft Femdom, JOI*
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She was waiting for him to come online. He was late – ok, maybe not in a technically sense since it was only the time he usually would show up (and they didn’t have any appointment he would be late to) – but still … she felt that way. It was like an unspoken rule that he would be online around that time.
“Twenty-five minutes to more precise”, she mumbled to herself, followed by some impatient mouse clicks in order to reload the website in search for at least any new postings or activities which could distract her for more time. During the past few weeks that website, which was consisted of a huge community, had become an important, but quite time consuming part of her life (it admittedly was definitely a great way to spend her free time when she was not working). With the vast possibilities it offered, she usually found more than one way to involve herself – not only in topics she was already interested in, but also those to which she didn’t have any relation so far.
[MFM] I recently got to try sloppy seconds for the first time
My wife was very nervous and shy about being shared for the first time. It was an idea that had turned me on for years, but she always said that she would probably be too awkward and shy to try it despite being curious and a little turned on by the idea herself. It was about six months ago that she actually started to come around to the idea and seemed to want to discuss it more, and then she told me that I could start looking for someone online if I wanted to, but we would have to get to know him online for at least a few months before meeting in person. I’ll never forget how my heart started racing when she said that.