The Idle Chair [hypnosis]

The Idle Chair

It’s impossible to guess how long Daddy left me in the Idle Chair. I know I peed myself at least once already, but the humiliation and discomfort I should feel are buried far, far beneath the imperative of the Idle Chair…. Sit Still, Look Pretty. It’s all I want to do, all I can do, really. Despite being unable to leave my chair, it is surprisingly freeing. All my worries and concerns are gone. After all, the entire responsibility of my universe now is Sit Still, Look Pretty.

It all started like so many things do, me being bratty towards Daddy, of course. Some song about feminism had gotten me all riled up and hyper… He very reasonably told me to calm down and do my chores but I was too headstrong and yelled that I was never going to merely “Sit still and look pretty for him”! That, of course was a monstrous mistake, and I knew it, but this is what feminism often does to impressionable young ladies.

[F]ucking [M]y tight little ass

I met with someone who has been wanting to fuck my ass for weeks now. We made previous arrangements but it didn’t pan out for a couple of times. And it was finally going to happen! Along with some throat fucking.

I got to the hotel and went straight to the room number that he texted me. I knocked. He opened the door with a towel wrapped around his bottom half because he just took a shower. I walked in, put my things down and he asked if I wanted to get started. He held my face and kissed me. At the same time, my hands reached down to the towel and rubbed his cock and balls. I got down on my knees and kissed his cock. I opened my mouth and led it in while I massaged his balls. It got to the back of my throat and I choked as he held my head against him. He said he was going to cum soon. I had him down my throat and my nose was against his body. He came down my throat but at the same time I gagged and threw up. I got up and ran to the sink and spat everything out because there was a lot of stomach acid mixed in with the cum.

No words are needed between travellers. [MF] [Public] [Strangers] [Teasing] [Touching/groping] [Pretty vanilla] [Fiction]

The train was busy.

It always is, at that time, packed with commuters making their way home, some sleeping with their heads against the window, more even standing, eyes downcast and unfocused.

Not her, though. No, she is sitting straight, feet tucked under her seat, eyes wide and alert as she reads something on her phone. 

Not him, either. He is standing near the end of the carriage, tucked into the alcove by the internal doors, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed and eyes scanning the crowd.

Some people read, some people watch movies on their phone, most day dream – but his favourite train pastime was people watching. That middle aged woman, absent mindedly playing with her keys, from which dangles a frankly ugly string of large wooden beads, checking the time nervously on her phone more and more often as the inevitable delays between each stop accumulate… Clearly a mother on her way to pick up her kids. He scoffs internally – too easy.

What about that man? Youngish, wearing a plain black polo shirt with black trousers, standard hair cut, textbook on his lap and a highlighter in his hand… Slightly harder. Probably a university student, working as a barista or whatnot to make ends meet.

Race Shop [26M/24F] [rough fuck] [office sex]

Race Shop

When I finally got the confidence to open up my own garage for custom building race cars and trucks, it was one of the greatest decisions I ever made in my life. I was an angry, 26 year old man unhappy with everything and full of angst working in an office around people I hate. I went broke by deciding to buy a section of an old warehouse, purchasing dozens among dozens of different pieces of equipment in the creation of my own engine machine shop, and putting some money into business advertising. I could now work my dream job on my own time helping other people with their driving pursuits and it was fantastic. There was only one person that I took from my previous job to work with me and it was Jess.

The Train Ride [MF] [Public] [Gangbang] [Non-con] [Incest]

This would be her first time on a train, and a first among other things.

It was a Tuesday and they were standing packed like sardines inside the silver train car as it shot along the tracks. She felt the rumbling beneath her feet, and she wondered how fast they were going. Her father was behind her, standing with his hand above her head , gripping the same pole as her to steady themselves. She could smell his cologne, she always liked the smell of his cologne, and was thankful he’d seemed to put on extra today, because it masked the odor of whoever decided Thai food was good idea to eat in public transport, and the smell of the man who had his arm raised near her that clearly didn’t partake in the tradition of wearing deodorant.

They were on their way into the city, and Paul couldn’t wait to get himself out of the train, and just like his daughter Karla was thankful for his cologne, he was thankful for the way that she smelled. He concentrated on her scent, trying to distinguish what part of her smelled so delicious, and what the scents were that mixed together. He inhaled her hair, it smelled like fruit. Strawberries he gathered. But he smelled something else as well, and casually sniffed near her shoulder, and could smell warm vanilla.

Birthday Sex (Parts 3 & 4 of 5) [MF]

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“Really? You’re just gonna let me have your hard cock? Even after I tried to get to it before you told me to?”

To show her I wasn’t teasing, I laid on my back and put my arms up over my head. She hesitated, but realized I was serious and began feeling all over me like she had when I was tied up. This time after raining down wet kisses, she didn’t have me stopping her when she pulled my undies off. She gazed at my shaft and then looked at me wide eyed. “This is why I’ll do whatever you want.”

Keeping her eyes on me, she settled in between my legs and lightly kissed me repeatedly up and down. This was followed by her broad flat tongue going from my balls all to way to the head over and over.

“I’m gonna deep throat you, but I’m gonna have to warm up and work toward it. I don’t remember you being THIS big and hard before.”

She wrapped her lips around my tip. Then, with just the right amount of pressure, her lips slowly glided halfway down before slowly coming back up.

Fist of Legend [MF][ANAL][LIGHT WS][FIST]

For our birthdays, which are two days apart, my wife and I decided to have a sort of sex fest. We were staying with a friend for a week at the time because our house was getting the hardwood flooring re-done. Cassie was a bartender in the city and usually didn’t get home till about 3 in the morning.

The plan was, a freezing bottle of vodka with a couple of shot glasses, lots of candles, a couple dildos and a bottle of J-lube. If you’ve never used this stuff before you have to try it. It comes as a powder in a big bottle. You mix a couple teaspoons with half a cup of water and voila. This stuff was invented to assist in the birth of horses.

We anticipated a big mess so we decided to restrict our activities to the confines of our friend’s master bath, which was basically tile everywhere and a large walk-in shower.

A Little Surprise at a [F]estival in Alaba[M]a

So long story short I finally got to Gulf Shores from Houston after quite a long time and made it to the festival on Saturday afternoon I knew it was going to be a good time because there was *sex in the air, y’all also I saw two dudes really going at it behind the portable toilets.* **I was in the right place.** So next thing you know, I get a drink and really no girls pay attention to me for the next 6 or 7 hours, most of them seem to try to avoid eye contact and one guy took my beer right out of my hand and wouldn’t give it back. This was obviously kind of hot and I guess I should point out at this point that obviously I’m straight.

Writing Exercises: Heather’s Story Chapter 3 [Tease][More World Building]

***Author’s Note***: *There is a bit more world building going on here, and a little tease. The next chapter gets serious, like the first.*

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I felt a profound sense of worry coming into class Monday morning. Even though I was reasonably sure I wasn’t going to see Heather until the next day, I was still uneasy. After nearly four straight hours teaching two separate periods, I was drained. It had been a constant challenge for me to focus on the lesson. We were discussing Milton’s *Paradise Lost* in my first class*,* and I felt that Satan’s rebellious and treacherous nature suited Heather.

I was distracted and on edge in each course, waiting for it to end. It was clear that the students knew it too, as they were disjointed also. I had spent the morning failing to ignite their curiosity, and felt bad because of it, though I knew that not every lesson could be exciting to them. Finally returning to my office, I opened the door, paranoid over the possibility that Heather might be waiting in my seat.

She like to be dominant when we’re baked [MF] [femdom] [long] [pee]

Reposting this today because I’m dumb and I didn’t read the rules.

Sorry in advance about formatting. This is my first ever story and I’m on mobile. This story involves Femdom, And pee play. Skip down for the sexy stuff, or read the whole thing I’m not your boss.

I suppose I should start with what we look like. My wife is a bombshell, just shy of 5’, a lifelong dancer with shoulder length auburn hair, outstanding D cups and an ass that I can’t even describe. I am about 6’ I’ve been told I have a “farm boy” build since I’ve done nothing but manual labor since high school.

Most nights go something like this, put the baby to bed, get stoned and fool around while some BBC nature documentary plays on Netflix in the background. Tonight was going to go differently, her mom took the baby for the night so we had the house to ourselves and no responsibilities the next day.