Tag: Straight

Pleasant Surprise – Big Dick

“I don’t know, Doc. I just feel so conflicted.” I exclaimed as my therapist grabbed his iPad and attached his swiper to take my money.

He replied, “Well it sounds like you should revisit some things from recent years that you can’t quite let go of. Before we meet next time, I want you to try to resolve one interpersonal conflict. This could be old or something that comes up; doesn’t matter. Just do something to take a stand.”

“Alright,” I said before I walked out of the door.

As I walked to my car I continued to take deep breaths. Therapy lately had become stressful since we were drudging up the past in recent weeks.

“Sometimes sex is just sex, and there is no deeper meaning,” I said to myself as I hopped in my car to head towards home.

That day my therapist and I were talking about a gentlemen that I had relations with in grad school.

I would occasionally get drunk and send one something stupid, but that had been the only contact we’d had in about 5 years. Read more »

The Christmas Present [F] [NBM] [Assisted Masturbation] [Helping Hand]

**Please go easy on this story it is the first one I’ve ever written like this and any for that matter. Feedback would be great.**
Edit 1/1/21: tag in tile is suppose to be FF sorry about that
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Molly had woken up on Christmas day as she got up from her bed and rubbed her eyes she looked at her phone to notice to what time it had been. She had forgotten about the day since she was spending it alone and wasn’t expecting anything she still wanted to talk with her parents at the end of it. and by the look of the clock reading 2 pm she had slept in a good couple of hours and had a late start. She went to the bathroom and took off her clothes to look into the mirror and see her perfect round breasts and nicely trimmed bush that sat right above her pussy. She couldn’t help to rub her pussy having a massive libdo and all but stopped her self, cause the night would bring her so much joy to a rather boring quarantine Christmas. Read more »

The Rikyu School for Girls- Janitor observes punishment at girls school.

The Rikyu School for Girls is a prestigeous school for upper class Japanese girls. They go there between 18 and 24 years of age and are interned there. As in England, all students where identical uniforms. Blue dresses that end just above the knee, with with and blue blouses. I’m a janitor there. Janitors have a way of seeing things and not being seen themselves. People tend to ignore janitors and sometimes forget they’re even there. Although I do not have voyeuristic tendencies, two years ago, I saw something that made me stop and watch.

The Rikyu School is very strict with its students. Discipline is enforced through the usual staying over after school. But sometimes limited physical violence is used that would seem old fashioned to a Westerner. Yes, they still use would to slap the big offenders over the hand. This is mostly done by the male teachers. I have occasionally seen a female teacher slap a girl who was a little too forthright. Not that being forthright is the Japanese way. The girls usually appear very timid except when amongst friends. They usually avoid my eyes walking past me and even sometimes make jokes about me behind my back. I don’t mind that. Read more »

Forced — Forced to have sex with my boyfriend during a fight.

It was happening again. We were fighting, I don’t even know why, did I do something wrong, did he? All that I knew for sure was that at the moment I hated him, absolutely, everything about him, and the look in his eyes said he hated me as well.

I screamed at him, “You’re a manipulative fucking prick!”

He screamed back, “You’re a two faced lying bitch!”

We were both in an uncontrollable rage now, I spat at him. He wiped it off, and as he did so something changed in his eyes, it scared me. He’d never hit me before, but I thought that he might now. I could see that some line had been crossed, some threshold broken; now he was truly in an uncontrollable rage.

He stepped towards me, I stepped back. My anger forgotten for the moment, replaced by fear, I was sure he was going to hit me now. Even when I’d hit him in the past, he’d never hit me back, he thought it was cute, I couldn’t hurt him, no matter how hard I hit him, and it had always infuriated me. Read more »

[F18] I just love F on F

Jade blinked owlishly, staring at the girl’s embarrassed face, unable to quite believe her ears. “You mean like…?” She curled her fingers in a come-hither motion, and her new roommate’s face went an even brighter shade of pink as she nodded. “Five times?”

“Yes…” It looked like she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Jessica felt bad pushing the girl on something she was obviously mortified about, but as her shock faded she was incredibly curious.

“Like, you have to-” she wiggled her fingers again, “five separate times, or just y’know, *finish* five times?”

“Um…” Her cheeks burned. “… separate…” She struggled to regain some amount of her composure, turning away from Jessica’s gaze. “It’s really hard on my schedule…”

“I can- actually, no, I can’t imagine, but that sounds like it sucks.” Jessica rubbed the back of her head. “What kind of symptoms…?”

“Shortness of breath… difficulty concentrating… increased blood flow… irrational decision-making…” It sounded like she was reading the warning label off the side of a pill bottle, and it took a second to click in Jessica’s mind.

“So you’re just horny twenty-four seven if you don’t go five times a day?” she asked, grinning. Read more »

Three Years a sex slave Pt 8. [FF] [MFFF] [Inc]

Emma’s eyes grew as she watched the first erection growing. That it was our dad’s, well, that didn’t make a bit of difference. I’d already made her cum once and her tongue was buried deep in me when we were caught by our parents, but they understood. Well, they should, I’ve been fucking them both since my 16th birthday. Now Emma was legal, and she knew about our arrangement, I would hope she would join in.

Emma is trim, svelte, supple, fit, beautiful and eminently porkable. That she still has her hymen was unexpected, a bonus. She also thought she was a lesbian, but too afraid to do anything about it until now. I’m bi, mom is bi, so it is probable that Emma is too, but she needs the opportunity to prove it for herself, to herself. A bit earlier than I thought, but that’s okay, I was going to try and talk her into a threesome, but guess I don’t need to now.

Mom was already naked and on the bed, behind me and caressing my breasts, I had Emma by the shoulders and kissing her. I felt mom’s hand reach out and touch Emma’s breast and Emma didn’t react other than with a slight gasp. Maybe she thought it was me, but maybe not. Read more »

Bf brings ex into the bedroom for a sexy threesome [MFF]

Hey everyone! Long time lurker of these stories and thought it was time to share my own! Hope you enjoy ^_^

So my bf, let’s call him Austin, is an amazing guy and he’s always there for me. He puts my needs in front of his always and treats me very well. He’s a 6’3 dirty blonde with a very good build and has a pretty decent sized cock around 6 inches. I’m a 5’5 blonde with a cute body (according to my bf) and I have perky C cup tits.

Austin and I were in the hot tub one day and talked about our sexual desires and what we wanted to do in bed. He brought up that he’d always wanted to have a threesome but never got the chance to do so. I was sort of weirded out at first about the idea as we are both straight and I didn’t know if I could kiss another guy or girl. But the more details he gave about it the more hot I thought it was. Read more »

A New Year’s story: The first time I ever made love as opposed to just having sex [MF] (We fell in love online – agreed to one-off meeting, then never contact again)

This isn’t just a rant about great sex; it’s a true story about the only time I ever truly ‘made love’. Like everyone, I enjoy sex that’s quick and cool and purely physical, but this wasn’t that. If you want to skip ahead to where it gets really hot and explicit, you can scroll to the line break, but I think the emotional weight of the situation is important too, so I’ll just quickly mention that our relationship began online and became as profound as any love I’ve ever had. But it was also impossible – we were worlds apart, caught in the wrong time and place, and our need for each other began affecting every aspect of our ‘real lives’ so deeply that we had to do something – anything. So, we agreed that we would finally meet up. Just once. Then, whatever happened, we’d make a resolution to say goodbye forever. Read more »

The Lust: The “Seduction” Of Mr. Reed (PT7) MMFF

I rode my bike past my friend, Melanie’s house again and again. I was trying to catch her Dad while he was mowing the lawn or something. He was so hot, especially since he liked to take his shirt off while he worked. Finally I saw him step out the front door. “Hey!” He said when he saw me, giving me a wave.

“Hey Mr. Reed!” I say back cheerfully, climbing down off my bike. “Is Melanie home?” I asked, not that it mattered if she was. Ever since The Lust took over, people were pretty much fucking anyone and anything, anywhere they wanted.

Mr. Reed shook his head, “Nope, Mel and her mom went shopping. They said they were caught up with something. “Want to come in for a drink? It sure is hot today.” He grinned a wicked grin and I practically threw my bike down to follow him inside.

The moment we were within a foot of each other, I felt it. That familiar, delicious feeling. The Lust was working it’s magic on me. I dropped to my knees right there in the doorway and unleashed his cock. It was long and straight, and already completely hard. Read more »

New Life, Old Flame (1/2) [MF] [long]

It had been years since I saw the town I grew up in. Well, ‘town’ was being generous. Since moving to the city, I had come to see it for what it was, a village that was only a few deaths removed from being a hamlet. At first I visited my parents for the holidays, occasionally bringing along a boyfriend and, later, my husband Peter. He was born and raised in the city, and I’ve learned that in those cases you either view the countryside with contempt, or through rose-tinted glasses. Luckily for me, my husband holds the latter view. Not only that, but after a bit of a wary start, my parents have warmed up to him to such an extent that I’m not sure who would get them if we ever split up. That is not in the cards at the moment, though.

“Almost there, kids!” Read more »