Daniel and his friend just stood there. Daniel shaking his head with a grin on his face, and his friend just stunned with growing anger. “What the fuck!” she yelled. I gave a shrug as Synthia ran to grab her things. I grabbed my clothes, keys and phone, passed Synthia her purse and we both squeezed by the door. We ran down the stairs and stopped to laugh in front of my car. We looked up as we heard Daniel’s friend screaming her head off. “What the hell! who comes into another persons house to fuck!…” the friend said through the still open balcony doors. “And who does this to my pillows! they’re disgusting!” Synthia and I were both laughing pretty hard now. So hard, we didn’t hear a car coming around the corner; not til it gave us a little honk. Then we both noticed that we were both still very naked, in a public parking lot. I went to put on my shorts, as Synthia asked to get into my car. “Aren’t you gonna get dressed?” I asked, she just opened the door and sat down in the passengers seat.
Tag: Straight
Poetry & Blood Part 17 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]
**Chapter 17: The Body**
**Claire**
Claire found the body.
It was her normal routine. She had made sure Camille’s needs were taken care of, that she was asleep, cleaned the foyer and sitting room, then moved to the residential quarters. But when she opened the door to Abby’s room, there was … so much blood.
Claire shivered and forced herself not to vomit, holding her hand over her mouth, keeping her eyes shut. She rocked back and forth, trying to fight back the image of Abby’s face covered in wax, her neck bloated and bruised, claw marks and … blood all over her body.
Even after a week, she couldn’t think of it without summoning the nausea, the disorienting vertigo of finding someone still. Empty. Over and over, Claire tried to imagine Abby laughing or smiling. She wanted to remember who she was, but everything melted back into a corpse, into flesh, into death. Abby was gone, and the memory of her was slipping away quickly. Abby was covered in wax, burnt, broken, snapped, beaten, ripped, and drained.
Swingers party part 2
After a few more glasses of wine the talk amongst us girls turns sexy. I teased Liz about being there without her boyfriend. Liz jumped up and walked towards me with her hips swaying. She sat down in my lap telling me that he was real straight laced and boring. Liz continued telling us that she had been sleeping around with plenty of guys from the university even going so far as to fuck his best friend, take a load inside, and then when she got back to the her boyfriends room she would make him eat her out.
At this point Liz took her finger and stuck it deep in her pussy, pulled it out and wiped it across my lips. Her scent was intoxicating! Daphne exclaimed, “Let me taste some of that” and leaned over to lick my lips. I met her about halfway and our lips locked in. About the time our tongues were jockeying for position in each other’s mouth, the guys come in and Reid announces that dinner was ready and that there would be plenty of time later for all the sexy romping around. Daphne bit my lip and gave a knowing tug as we separated.
My First Threesome [MFM]
I spent too much time getting ready – I was nervous. I pulled on a too-small white t-shirt over my ample chest, and tugged on the tight black booty shorts. To top off the look, I put on a pair of black thigh high socks, to emphasize my short but shapely legs. I puttered around: fixing my hair, putting on lip gloss, checking myself in the mirror. My boyfriend, Mike, on the other hand, lounged on his bed, nonchalantly scrolling on his phone as I peppered him with question (mainly, “Do I look okay?”)
It felt silly, putting so much effort into a look that was sure to be ruined within the hour. And yet, the preparation heightened my nervous excitement. had a right to be excited though…I was about to fulfill one of my greatest fantasies: a threesome.
An ache. [str8 M/F]
(There are a couple private jokes as I wrote this with a certain someone in mind – I hope they don’t detract. I’d appreciate your constructive criticism. Thanks for reading!)
I try so hard not to think about you. But there is still such a deep ache, this yearning I can’t get rid of.
Fantasy consumes me throughout the day – when I make coffee, I’m making coffee for you. I pick an outfit because I hope the colors and fabrics will please you. The steering wheel becomes your hips. I think of a joke to tell you only to hear the much wittier reply you would have. I watch a pretty sunset and your elegant hand is in mine. My pillow becomes your shoulder. I feel myself smile when I think of you. It’s just so awful, this terrible, terrible longing.
But I like to imagine being alone with you, walking into a hotel room. Rushing into a hotel room, rather – the mad anticipation making us barely able to get the key card into the reader, how do doorknobs work?
Step Sister Corruption Part 90 – Day 49 Girl’s Gift Pt. 2 (fiction, M/F/F/F/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con, momentary harem, orgy)
*Gabe*
I true am one lucky son of a bitch.
By choosing one simple act of kindness I had inadvertently through a series of events created my own harem.
I thought of the series of events from accepting Summer’s offer of sex. Actually I countered Summer’s relationship Offer with friend’s with benefit’s mainly because I was petty and didn’t want to lose my current relationship with Jessica.
What a fool I had been.
Then in my negotiations I had gotten Summer’s help to figure out why Kel had gone through so many guys.
That single act is what started this whole series of events. If I didn’t care I doubt any of this would happen.
Would it?
Naaaah, I doubt half of this shit would happen if it weren’t for that single act.
If it weren’t for that act, we wouldn’t have found out Kel’s problem which was that she was a fish in bed.
If it weren’t for Summer helping teach her it wouldn’t have awoken a yearning to teach in her.
Sonia’s dreams of being a star come crashing down part 1 [ENF][humiliation][non con][blackmail][degradation]
Sonia was making out with her boyfriend Sean at the house he rented with his bandmates. Sean was in an alt rock band called Fantastic Mister Fox that played every now and then at some of the local Spokane bars. Sonia also played music but because she was still 18 and it was much harder to book gigs when you weren’t drinking age yet.
Sean kissed Sonia’s neck and collar bone while he gently held her waist. He had been trying to get her to do something with his dick for months now and all she would do is touch it. He got her to have sex with him a few times, but it took a lot of work. This time seemed promising and he didn’t want to blow it.
He pulled Sonia’s shirt up over her head and got on top of her. Just looking at her flat little stomach and hip bones just peeking out from her belt line made Sean’s dick swell. He took his shirt off trying to keep his abs flexed the whole time in order to get her turned on. As he started kissing her hip bones, he could see her pale skin start to get tiny goosebumps.
[MM] [Group] Catching up on my debauchery in grad school.
Back when I was 24 or 25, I was in a new city in Texas at a large university in a high pressure, short program. It was a meat grinder in the business school. Get in, get recruited, and get out. I moved there single, and knew I was most likely not going to stay in the city after I graduated.
I wasn’t interested in drinking at bars and getting struck out week after week. I didn’t have much experience, didn’t want to date. I just wanted something other than my hand for release.
This was in the day when craigslist still had personal ads. And one was always catching my eye. A gloryhole with a cardboard booth, right in the door. Every once in a while, the ad would mention two hungry mouths ready to service cocks. In a rare, blue moon event, there would be three.
Two mouths, three mouths. More than I had ever had. I kept thinking about it. Watching gloryhole porn. I’m straight but…a mouth is a mouth right?
So, I messaged one day. A Friday night. I lived where all the students, frats, and sororities lived in old and new buildings, all cheaply built and expensive to rent.
I played with myself while in bed with my best friend 19[FF]
It happened on a residential trip that I took last year with my best friend. We’d been saving up for ages for this trip and we were so excited to be there, living together for a whole month. The only downside of this was that I never had any time to myself and I have an incredibly high libido. I typically masturbate everyday at a minimum and when I don’t I just get super frustrated. You can only imagine how I was after a week or so of this. The showers were cold and I could never manage to play with myself in there and at night I shared a double bed with my friend.
Like I mentioned it had been a week or so since I’d last had an orgasm and I felt like I was going crazy. I honestly couldn’t think straight, I’d daydream about sex constantly and I’d even have to change my panties because of how worked up I kept getting. One night, I was laying in bed with my friend watching a film with my headphones in when a sex scene came on. I looked over and she seemed to be asleep (it was pretty late by this point) though I still tried to put the thought out of my mind. The more I watched though, the wetter I could feel myself getting. Watching the woman’s face full of pleasure. I wanted to feel that good and before I knew it I had slid a hand into my panties.
Journal #1: [MM] The time I (18M) got more than I bargained for with a random man (M30’s) from Craigslist personals. Long and hot story from when I was in college.
I have always been a very sexual person. Coming up, I had done a lot of solo sexual exploration, this led me to discovering tons of fantasies, fetishes and kinks in my head, but living at home, I never really had an outlet for them. Throughout high school I had the same girlfriend and we had a great sex life, basically humped like rabbits, but it was always pretty standard sex and at the time I was pretty ashamed of the abstract sexual thoughts I had concocted in my head and never broached the subject with her. One of the biggest ones was loving to wear women’s clothing, make up, shoes – which I later found was called Cross Dressing. For me Cross Dressing wasn’t really inherently sexual, but it was a way for me to transform from a boy to a girl, the thought of which just made me happy (more to come on this in another story).
Fast forward to college. I move into the dorms with my new roommate, who was openly gay, we’ll call him Dan. We were pretty close (just as friends) and soon made friends with several people from our floor, we’d all go out together, eat together, study together you name it, we were close.