Tag: Straight

A Third Pair [M/F]

Jenna and I, we were inside a diner with Mike and Gem about five minutes ago, wondering why Naomi and Adam didn’t come out with us. We are now frantically driving on Broadway with Mike and Gem, trying to get to Adam’s place, and it must be our lucky day because we got pulled over for speeding… Less than a mile away from Adam’s house.

We had gotten word that Naomi and Adam were dead.

“What a shocking occurrence.” I said half jokingly to myself; We were both stunned on the outside. “They seemed perfect for each other”, according to Mike and Gem, and we didn’t deny it. Adam and Naomi were both crazy, but not when they enjoyed each other’s company; It certainly didn’t make me think that both of them would die like this.

College was where I re-met some of my current best friends: People that I’ve, in reality, known since kindergarten, but got to know only in my my teens and twenties. Read more »

I was dominated by my lesbian friend, [F] [FF]

Just to be aware, I was over 18 when this happened. I just met them all at 15, (just to clear it up)

So this is a story about the twins i took out for a spin. i had known them since i was around 15 or so, we’ll call them mick and garry for the sake of anonymity.

i used to always flirt with mick all the time because i met him first. while they’re identical twins, most would definitely agree that mick was the better looking one. garry was one of those with a bland personality that you don’t really get much of a rise of at all. in fact, looking back, i think mick was the same way but came out of his shell or fancied me so he showed me more.

the thing they both had in common was being nervous as fuck and so awkward around girls! Read more »

The Breeder’s Guide to the Galaxy [Chapter 01] A scifi erotica about a shapeshifter breeding back the population of the planets in our Milky Way

**Chapter 1** **In the Court of the Cyan Queen**
I decided to teach these girls the basics of pleasing the opposite gender by working on the skills which they are already good at: foreplay. Thinking this would be of great use later when my tool will feel exhausted from filling their ovaries all night long. I started the lesson by presenting them my pride and joy and telling them how each individual part can be pleased in different ways:

“These are the testicles. They are, as the whole thing, very delicate, but with a little caressing and gentle rubbing you can help me to release more of my white ice.”

“Will both of us have crowns then?” asked Ayis who had previously not gotten a proper share. They were both inspecting my testes with their hands and trying to squeeze with different strength to see how I respond to it. It seemed they were having fun and their touch seemed warmer than before. Read more »

The Hen-party and the Hotel Hallway – Fucking, when you can’t find the fucking key. [FM]

Hen parties and hotels (or bachelorette parties and motels if you’re across the pond and/or aren’t a fan of alliteration) tend to be something of a dangerous combination. Home-spun hen parties can obviously still be wild and lurid affairs, but the locality and fact there’s always the prospect of ending up back in your own bed at the end of the evening does tend to gravitate proceedings toward the marginally less raucous outing. As a great philosopher once said ‘One does not shit in one’s own back yard’, after all.

When a hen party is combined with a night or indeed, god forbid, an entire weekend away however, the world becomes your oyster. Distance represents not only both literal and metaphorical freedom, but also distance from *consequences.*

Aka. What happens on a hen party, stays on a hen party.

All of which is why, when my dear friend Kaytee (Yes, that really is how it’s spelt. Yes, it’s utterly ridiculous as I tell her every time I’ve ever found myself writing it down. Yes, I even messaged her as I was writing this to comment on its ludicrousness. And yes, I’ve had *stern* words with her parents on multiple occasions) decided to tie the knot, myself and six other friends immediately made the decision to spend far more money than was sensible to indulge in just about the most cliched hen party you can imagine. Read more »

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 38 (MF) (FF) (Bondage) (Sub/Dom)

Anna leads Monique down the stairs and into the dungeon. She stands, shocked. Anna kneels by the door and motions for Monique to join her. But she doesn’t. She crosses her arms and sits on the edge of the bed.

“This is silly Miss Anna! Why are we doing this?” Monique says defiantly.

Anna doesn’t answer, only kneeling in silence, knowing this is what is expected of her. She knows Monique has to learn the hard way to understand how things are done in the dungeon..

Bruce enters and pats Anna’s head.

“Good slut,” he says. He turns and bolts the door then lifts Anna to your feet. As he turns he whispers on the side Monique can’t see, “God I fucking want you.”

“Mr. Bruce, what is all of this about?” Monique questions. “ I am a free woman. Anna is a free woman. We are…” Bruce cuts her off by tightening a cuff around her wrist.

“Yes, you are free,” he says, circling around and cuffing her other wrist. “But not in the dungeon. In the dungeon you obey or you are punished.” Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 1st

Some of you might have seen my very popular little Advent series go by last year, and I know many of you thoroughly enjoyed it. I’m running through it again this year on my Patreon and I’d love for you all to join me over there. Enjoy part one to whet your appetites.

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“What have I let myself in for?”

That was the main thought running through my head as I stood on the doorstep. Sure I was excited, exhilarated even, but that didn’t stop me also being incredibly nervous.

I guess I should give you the background first.

I’m Hannah, I’m 25 years old, I’m straight, and I’m a submissive. Specifically a service slut; I exist to obey others. I have some experience; mostly online, but the real life encounters I have had were incredible. So when I saw a BDSM advert online for an “Advent Kinkendar Experience”, I was intrigued. It was posted by a Domme of a similar age to myself offering just two submissives the opportunity for a 25 day BDSM package. Each day she promised a new experience for us to explore, with no expectation or requirement of commitment past the Christmas period. Read more »

The time I saw a sex worker in Vegas [MF]

I went to Las Vegas last winter because I wanted to indulge myself and revel in the debauchery of my sexual depravity :)

I won’t disclose the place even though it’s legal out there, nor any names out of respect.

When I came into the place I went right to the bar and ordered a beer and water; my throat was so dry and my heart was racing simply because of where I was and what I knew I wanted to do. It felt so dirty and wrong even though, quite frankly, it was another day in the life for folks out there given the removal of the taboo of the job.

Within a few minutes I was approached by the Madame, who was really nice and we had a few laughs together. I told her I’d been exchanging emails with one of the girls online and I was fairly confident she was the one I wanted – but she was with a client, so I’d have to wait. I didn’t mind. In the meantime, another woman approached me: a tall, curvy blonde who said she was from Ireland. She was quite pretty, but not really what I was looking for. We spoke for a few minutes about her homeland, I bought her a drink, and wished her well. I think she was a little surprised that I’d done that, in a good way. Read more »

Story about when I [F] Fucked my boyfriends dad [M]

So this story is one i haven’t told too many people, because in all honesty it’s one i like to keep to myself, or to my own “wank bank.” but since you’re all such good boys i thought i’ll share it with you to add yours. i’ll call it “my boyfriend’s dad.” this goes back to when i was with my first real boyfriend around my teen years (wont say the age). my boyfriend at the time had a dad who was one of the biggest flirts i’ve ever met. bigger than i am. yes, hard to believe. but anyway, he was a womanizer in all respects, even down to shamelessly hitting on my own mother.

regardless, i liked him as i found him fun and he was quite a dilf. one night my boyfriend and i were heavily fooling around in his bedroom while his dad was out. my top was off, panties were well on their way to being off and i was on top of him. he was grabbing my tits and playing with them, He had one of my nipples in his mouth and was sucking on my tit like crazy when BOOM, because we’d be busy we didn’t hear his dad walk in. (whoever thought of knocking!!) we all froze and his dad continued conversation as i was in two minds of what to do. “do i cover up or do i like the fact that he’s staring at my tits?” Read more »

Girl can’t choose between me and my friend, I say why not both? Non-Fiction, [MFM]

All my stories have some preamble, I just like re-living the situations that led to the sexy events as well as the event. If you don’t care much for my descriptions and preamble, there’s a “>>>Sexy Story begins here” line. Names have been changed.

I haven’t gone into my appearance much, just in case anyone is curious I’ll try to describe myself here. If you don’t care, skip this section and I’ll describe my friends in the next two sections. By the time this story takes place, I’d given up on my teenage gothiness and had embraced my long blond hair and burgeoning blond beard metalhead self. I’ve been told I have very blue eyes, and I’m tallish at 6’1. I’ve always kept some weight on, bit of an eternal dad bod I suppose.

This takes place shortly after I turned 20. I had two friends, a (21F) girl we’ll call Sandra, who was a thick and shapely 5’4 girl with enormous tits (her bra size was a G), long wavy brown hair, bright green eyes and a cute little ass. She would always wear really revealing tops, and everyone at school was always speculating how much of her perk and cleavage was natural and how much was just a really good, expensive bra. Sandra would work construction during the summer as a labour hand, and she always looked firm and fit. Read more »

The Tinder date that finally happened [MF]

This story takes place years ago. It starts in December. I was 30, single, and was in the best shape of my life.

This is when Tinder had just come out. I was swiping left and right and found it very amusing. I wasn’t necessarily looking for strictly hooking up, but really for anything. If a situation came up in which we bonded, I would definitely pursue a serious relationship.

Then, I came across Ellen. I was first drawn to her 6’2 frame. The “kiss me I’m tall and Irish” shirt she was wearing in her photo, the photos of her playing sports. The brief description that shared her interests. I immediately swiped right, hoping we would match. I put my phone away and fall asleep.

The next morning, I checked my phone. We had matched. I immediately got really horny and hard just thinking about her, but wanted to get to know her more obviously. We started talking. At first it was slow and very casual. I really wanted to get to know her first. We just kept talking and messaging. Over a two week period, we talked everyday. Then, I got her number. It was Christmas break. I got a few weeks off from work and went to see my family in another state. She went to see her family for Christmas break. We both agreed to hangout once we got back from the break. Read more »