[MF] The Crush [sexy, not graphic; married woman, single coworker; feedback welcome]

[I’ve drafted more to this story but am not quite happy with the product yet. You can read part 2 and 3 if you’re anxious at /r/HotwifeInOregon. Warning: We still haven’t had sex by the end of part 3!]

Let’s start with the basics.

You’re 35, 6’3“, 210lbs, not overly muscular but strong. Strong from real life, not gym workouts. You haven’t spent your life inside this cubicle farm we’re stuck in now.

I know bits and pieces from your life – picked up in break room conversations and through careful eavesdropping.

You never graduated high school. You love going camping and fishing and spending time outside. There’s always a project at home you’re working on. Building a server or building a deck – seems like you can do it all. You earn a six-figure salary, and we work for a large IT company. I run the project. You run the servers.

We’ve spent many a night in a late-night work chats, side-texting as we watch the deployment happen.

MF — The after party. [mild, coworkers, second person, build-up, prelude, 2,500 words, romantic, erotic tension, probably Part 1]

[I’m posting this in a few places and am open to your feedback and suggestions.]

Let’s start with the basics.

You’re 35, 6’3“, 210lbs, not overly muscular but strong. Strong from real life, not gym workouts. You haven’t spent your life inside this cubicle farm we’re stuck in now.

I know bits and pieces from your life – picked up in break room conversations and through careful eavesdropping.

You never graduated high school. You love going camping and fishing and spending time outside. There’s always a project at home you’re working on. Building a server or building a deck – seems like you can do it all. You earn a six-figure salary, and we work for a large IT company. I run the project. You run the servers.

We’ve spent many a night in a late-night work chats, side-texting as we watch the deployment happen.

There’s a core group in our team. You’re good friends with 3-4 guys, and I’m the woman you’ve allowed into the circle. And why not? I’m smart, funny, always up for hearing the dirty jokes, have great comebacks of my own, and have a great, great cleavage.

[MF] Playgirl Magazine Anniversary Shoot + Striptease (CFNM)

I knew Dayna from my freshman year of college. We lived a few doors apart in the residence hall, and became fast friends since we were both kinda nerdy, and liked anime and sci-fi movies. I was a bit shy about my love of nerd-culture, but she openly embraced it. Her dorm was always covered in anime posters, she excitedly chatted about episodes of Bleach and even dressed up to attend a few cons. Meanwhile, I ran with a bit of an in-betweener crowd, so while I shared my love of all things considered ‘dorky’ privately, on the outside I was athletic, played sports and hit the gym regularly. Youthful naivity gave me this irrational fear of being socially ‘outed’, so I never clued my friends into my real interests, and what I admired about Dayna was her open attitude. She knew who she was. College was a bit of a game-changer because I could finally be my ‘weird’ self and met other people who showed me being weird was ‘okay’.

Yuki: Space Assassin [sci-fi][nc][oral][huml]

*Previously, on Yuki: Space Assassin:*

*These are the adventures of Yuki, a sexy Bounty Hunter who puts the Ass in Assassin. As she travels the ‘verse in search of big scores and the deadliest prey. She’s cocky, and with cockiness come mistakes, and mistakes lead to servitude, as she is about to find in the Palace of Soddorom, a monstrous, fat, Alien warlord.*

*Click.*

*Cl-Cl-Click.*

*What th–!?*

Before she can complete the thought, Yuki realizes the trigger is jammed. It hadn’t lit.

The icon on on her blaster wasn’t green, accepting her DNA, nor red. It was disabled. The Maraxxians at the door, they hadn’t scanned her for weapons. They had disabled them.

The stun-spears light around her, and the Maraxxians mandibles palpitated as they lunge with them.

The first stun spear comes from behind, striking her shoulder. She had been stunned before, anyone else would’ve fallen there and then–but the Blue Rose persevered. Knocking away the spear, and delivering a fatal blow that loosens one of the Maraxxian’s mandibles before taking off down the steps.

Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 2) [F][Reluc][Exh][ENF][College][SciFi][AltReal]

**Note:** Nothing new to offer, but thought you might enjoy a little more of this story. Fair warning, not a lot sexy stuff yet, still building the world.

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**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 2)**

Auditorium B wasn’t nearly as busy as the one where class registrations were held. It made sense, since you only need to pick one extracurricular activity, compared to five classes. She wandered around the large room, looking at all the displays for various sports, crafts, computer programming, astronomy, but she decided on swimming. She was a good swimmer, at least, and it was basically an exercise class with no real competition. She Kiera again shortly thereafter, and approached the girl, this time armed with a little more information.

“Hey, Kiera, did you pick something?”

“Yeah, swimming. How about you?”

“Actually, the same. Um, I actually don’t know the schedule for today, is there something next?”

Amy’s mom, pt.3, The Kiss (NSFW, incest, ff, mf, mother daughter, golden showers, drinking, oral)

This was probably a year after my mom and I began our “adventures.”

That would make me 16 years old, and my parents would be pushing forty at a handsome 36 & 38 (mom and dad respectively).

I was one year older, and sad to say, a good deal plumper. My round belly now hung over a little, my wide hips were now topped with well-defined rolls of fat. I had deep creases at my armpits because of my wide upper arms and a network of stretch marks had appeared around my waist. Also unfortunate, was that my chest had NOT expanded at the same pace as the rest of me. I was definitely ‘pear-shaped’ and a bit self-conscious of the whole thing.

It was the middle of August, I remember, and just on the hot side of comfortable. You could sit in the house with the windows open and the ceiling fans running without the air conditioning, but any exertion would whip up a sweat in a hurry.

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 7. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 7

 

That was my low point. My spirit was crushed. I would have fucked dogs and homeless people if my son had told me to. That night, I woke up Garrick and cried in his arms until sunrise. He took the day off. I didn’t answer his questions until mid-day.

“I’m not going to tell you what happened, Garrick.” That was my answer. “It happened. It was my fault and only my fault. I can’t make up for it. All I can hope is that time will help my mother to forgive me.”

“Where did it happen?”

“In the house, somewhere.” I told my husband.

“Where was Andrew?”

“In the hall bathroom.”

“Did anything get broken?”

I glared at him.

“Yes. Okay.” He backed away, releasing me. “You and your mother are unlike any other family I’ve met. I won’t ask again. You know I will do anything to help.”

“I know. You’re already helping.” I sighed, already missing his arms around me. “I’m afraid helping me will only hurt you, at least for a while.”

The Maiden Voyage of the UNS Inuus [MFFFFF][Group][Harem][Sci-fi][Oral][PIV]

It was built as a generation ship, a fat, bloated thing that hung in the void like a particularly cumbersome manatee. One of the four last, great hopes of humanity, the UNS Inuus had been adrift on the solar winds for several years, its grav thrusters working overtime to bring the massive bulk into the decimal-point of light speed that it would need to reach Gliese 667 Cc, one of the few exoplanets close enough and viable enough to sustain human life before it perished among the stars. Now, with its thrusters cold and inert, the Inuus slid soundlessly towards its destination, unperturbed by the fact that neither man nor machine held the helm. It was, for all intents and purposes, a blind, idiot hunk of metal hurtling at unsafe speeds towards a planet that might or might not still be there, and which might or might not be capable of sustaining a fledgling population of Homo Sapiens. So, all in all, there was reason to hope.

A Sexy Science Experiment [MF] [prost] [sci-fi]

It was another cold, dreary night on the outskirts of Centerfield University. For most people, it was a perfect excuse to stay indoors, curl up on the touch, and binge watch whatever shows made them forget how cold they were. For Kelly “Roxy” Rindle, those nights had a different meaning. They usually meant she was going to be busy.

“Another storm, another city full of lonely men,” Kelly sighed as she entered a hotel less than an hour after sunset. “I need to start charging a higher premium.”

Making her way through a mostly-empty lobby, not even making eye-contact with the receptionist at the desk, she slipped into the nearest bathroom to fix her appearance. Wearing a heavy coat that covered a low-hanging halter top and skin-tight black pants, Kelly took a moment to recover from the blistering cold. She also had to re-apply her makeup, brush her hair, and apply her lip balm. As an independent escort, she had a brand to maintain.

“I should charge extra for the makeup I have to buy,” Kelly said to her reflection in the mirror. “I’m sure that discount store on campus knows girls like me need it.”

[MFFFFF][Group][Harem][Sci-fi][Oral][PIV] The Maiden Voyage of the UNS Inuus

It was built as a generation ship, a fat, bloated thing that hung in the void like a particularly cumbersome manatee. One of the four last, great hopes of humanity, the UNS Inuus had been adrift on the solar winds for several years, its grav thrusters working overtime to bring the massive bulk into the decimal-point of light speed that it would need to reach Gliese 667 Cc, one of the few exoplanets close enough and viable enough to sustain human life before it perished among the stars. Now, with its thrusters cold and inert, the Inuus slid soundlessly towards its destination, unperturbed by the fact that neither man nor machine held the helm. It was, for all intents and purposes, a blind, idiot hunk of metal hurtling at unsafe speeds towards a planet that might or might not still be there, and which might or might not be capable of sustaining a fledgling population of Homo Sapiens. So, all in all, there was reason to hope.