Getting frisky with a girl I met at the theatre – part 1

(This is a continuation of a story I wrote. The prequel to this was lost. The setting: I have met a cute girl at a musical, and we fooled around a little bit, and now we are trying to figure out what to do next.)

We walked out of the theatre hand in hand. Her shoulder kept brushing up against my arm as we navigated the crowd. Every bump of her skin against me was like a wave that reminded me of what we had “discreetly” done just a few minutes ago. We stepped out of the warm theatre into the cold February night. There was a bit of wind that pierced right through my shirt, making my muscles tense up a bit and I reflexively got closer to her, and she did the same. She said “Bbrr!!” And looked back at me with her big blue eyes. “We should take my car together to get to the ice cream spot!” She said through clenched teeth, trying not to shiver any more.

How a new job led to the best sex of my life [MF]

I’ve posted this on the gonewildstories subreddit but someone suggested I should post this elsewhere too, so I am… Quick warning, this is a long one and this is only one small part of the overall story.

People are always going on about how 2020 is completely bat shit crazy… but for me, it’s nothing compared to 2019. Technically this story actually starts in 2018 but that’s just a bit of build up. Speaking of which, if you want to skip some of that, head towards the ***** for the milder stuff and the ********** for the wilder stuff – I see others doing that on here, makes sense… Though really, the build up is often the best bit. I’ll continue posting bits of this story, assuming people are interested and I have the willpower to keep going. Mostly though, as I’ve said elsewhere, it’s just a way of me actually “telling” people this as it’s not something I’ve told many others.

The Sharp Edge of the Veil – Chapter 3 [MF][Urban Fantasy]

This is not a stand-alone story. Please read previous chapters first. Links in comments

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Magic for Dummies

“So, you’re a real-life wizard then?” Sophia said, staring out the hole in the wall of my office.

“Yup.”

“Fu-uck.”

I glanced over her. I knew how she felt. I remembered the first time I saw magic being done. It’s a world-altering moment for anyone.

“I would offer you a drink, but it seems I accidentally blew up my drink collection.”

“That’s okay,” Sophia said, her eyes still on the horizon.

There were sirens in the distance. I sighed. There would be a lot of explaining to do. Hopefully only one cop car turned up. Mind wiping more than two cops at a time took its toll and I was dead tired.

We sat in silence for a while and watched a large harvesting machine run slowly over the field bringing in the harvest. The smell of wheat lay thick in the air.

“I think the police are coming,” Sophia said, not moving her eyes from the horizon.

Best Friends Girl: Part Two (Two of Two) [MF] [Interracial] [Straight Sex] [Busty]

Work was the usual drag. Even though I was moving up the corporate ladder as they would say. It was still a drag. Full of people that I hated, others I tolerated and only a few that I got along with.

As I looked over some sketches for the next cycle of soda ads, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I picked it up, thinking it was one of my co-workers asking where we were going for lunch. I was surprised to see a text message from Roxy.

“What do you think?” it said. I scrolled down to the picture. I almost fell out of my chair.

She was wearing a black and red mini dress, with the chest cut out just enough to show her ample cleavage. To say it was form-fitting was an understatement.

“Wow very nice,” was the only reply that I thought would not make me sound too interested.

“Going out clubbing tonight, with Charlie and a few friends. First time I have been out in a long time. Thought I would buy something new,” was her reply.

“Well that should turn a few heads lol,” I replied.

Hooked up with classmate [F] after her roommate showed me [M] her tits

Title seems odd, but it’ll make sense as the story goes on.

Several years ago, I was taking a CA ecosystems 12-week class at my local natural museum. The majority of the class was made up of mostly older folks who volunteered as docents at the state park or museum and wanted to beef up their knowledge. I was an environmental educator which I was why I took the class. Me and another gal, Nicole, were by far the youngest. I was 30 and she was 25. You’d think we’d hit it off right away, but we just never really had a chance to talk until our very first trip. I arrived slightly late to the pick up and tried to board one of the two vans we were using. The first was full so I was sent to the 2nd van which was actually perfect because the last seat was next to Nicole. Like a gentleman, I asked if I can sit there. She nodded yes and off we were. The field trip was fun and I enjoyed her company. After we returned, we decided to get a drink at a nearby taco shop and continued talking. She wanted to get another, but unfortunately, I had to drive out of town that night so I told her I’d see her in class.

Blackmail!

I was relaxing after work, it had been a busy day. The doorbell rang, and I duscovered a UPS deliveryman at my door. He handed me a package, I signed for it, and took it inside. Opening it, I discovered a DVD, and a note. The note said,

Karin,

I have a DVD that I think you would like to see. Think of it as a trip down memory lane. I’ll be in touch later.

Best Friends Girl, Part Two (One of Two), [MF] [Straight Sex] [Busty] [Interracial]

It has been just over six months now since Chris walked out. I would like to say it has been for the best and that we had worked things out. But that would be a lie.

Chris moved back to Florida, for a while he had moved back in with his mom, but then he found a new girlfriend then moved out with her. Roxy, his ex-girlfriend, moved out of the apartment two weeks after Chris had left. I see her now and then. She still works at the rock place we had all went out to for dinner the night before he left.

It seems like only yesterday we were all together in this apartment. But that’s how memories are right?

We can remember things that happened years ago, just as vivid and just as intense as if they happened just moments ago.

I blame myself a lot for Chris leaving. If I hadn’t talked to him about setting himself straight, maybe he would have stayed and maybe our friendship wouldn’t have fallen apart. But that’s a lot of maybe’s.

Now I have to deal with the present.

Father in law text for help. Or was it a set up ?

My week started as normal as possible with the exception of my lingering thoughts from the past weekend and what had transpired with my visit to my Mother in Law’s . I could not wrap my head around everything that had happened but was fully aware that my life would forever be changed. By Wednesday my mind was back into work mode and my mother in law was less of a thought during the day anyway. It was about 4:00 and I was wrapping up my day when I received a text from my father in law, “ I’m wondering if you can swing by after work, I found a leak underneath the bathroom sink and I cannot get it fixed. My back is too old to lay down that long and I can’t seem to stop the leak.” I text back saying that I have to take one of the kids to practice and can’t tonight but I could tomorrow. A few minutes later I receive a text from my wife. “ why didn’t you ask me about my moms sink ? I will take the kids to practice, go fix the sink”. Well apparently my FIL text her – WTF I thought. I texted my FIL back Change in plans I will be over tonight. Ok he texted back.

A Voyeur No More (MF) – Chapters 3 & 4 (of 4)

Chapter 3: Reconnecting  

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I stayed away from Keri’s coffee shop for a while after that.  I felt a little bit weird with the way the night ended and I wasn’t sure how things would go if I visited.  Clearly she was uncomfortable or embarrassed when she hurried from my condo.  But, I couldn’t let go of the image of her touching herself during that brief moment when she gave into her desires.  The soft mass of her breast under her shirt molding to the pressure of her hand.  The way her lips were open and her breathing almost labored.  It was really sexy!  That experience with Keri was like a special drug to me.  I replayed those erotic minutes in my head over and over.  My imagination filled in details impossible for me to recall. Sometimes the experience didn’t end with her sprinting down my stairs.  Instead, her breathing accelerated.  Her chest would expand and her back arch as she tried to move closer to some unseen stimulation.  Her hand would explore her body in ways that drove me crazy.    

“The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude (Part 3).” (M/F, Plot Development)

This is the third installment of “The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude”; a story inspired by, and originally submitted as a response to, [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/f4ft7z/wp_turns_out_the_hitchhiker_you_picked_up_is_more/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/RedFredHunter.

*Note: This particular installment does not feature an actual sex scene. Due to its length, I saw fit to post this segment as Part Three, and the following sex scene as Part Four.*

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“Still aiming for Bakersfield?”

“Mmmmnnnh… What?”

“*Kitty*, wake up.”

“I’m… awake…”

“You sure?”

“No.”

“I asked if you were still wanting to go to Bakersfield.”

Kitty groaned as she forced herself to sit up in bed, drowsiness still weighing down her eyelids like lead. She paused to regain strength, exhausted by the small effort, then raised her hands to her face.

“What time is it?” She mumbled into her palms.

“A little after five.”

“In the morning?”

“Sure as hell ain’t five in the afternoon.”

“Why are you up so early?”

“I’ve gotta get going. Got a load to drop off, and it’s still a long drive to Bakersfield.”

“Fuck…” Kitty sighed, running her hands up and to either side of her face, smoothing back her unruly hair as she finally managed to blink her eyes open.