Now you may be thinkin’ my work is pure recreation and non-productive carnal delights but I am dismayed to be the proverbial ants at your picnic, ‘cause darlin’ there been times that my work is Work. Allow me a digression into the most recent event of such laboritude.
Tag: Straight
Changes
This is the first of a what could be series of fictional stories base around a woman who finds new direction late in life.
**Changes**
My name is Emma Smith until recently I guess I’d lived a steady life. Done nothing to risky or excessive. I have a husband who I love even after 25 years of marriage we are still close and two grown up children, at 50 I’m fit and healthy and pride myself on keeping myself looking youthful and keeping my size 12 figure.
I have what you may say is a top high-profile job with the City Council, it pays well but has its stresses.
I can remember the period of time life changed for me, looking back now it was like the big bang in more ways than one!
My husband Paul is a kind caring loyal man who has given me unbelievable support that has allowed me to follow my career. But increasingly I felt something was missing in my life, I have a good man and good home and children, well I say children they are adults now and have moved on
[FM] I [22F] left a blind date with a “nice boy” to have hot sex with the bad boy bartender [31M]
When I graduated from college, I moved to a city a few hours from my hometown that has a thriving Jewish population. I enjoy my heritage, but it has never been a top priority of mine to find a community of Jewish young adults my age. One of my best friends from high school, Naomi, is also Jewish, and, from the moment I unpacked my last box, she kept trying to set me up with her cousin who lived a short subway ride away. “He’s such a nice guy,” she kept insisting, “all he needs is somebody to give him a chance!”
To me, that was code for “my cousin has no idea how to talk to women, and I figured you’d be nice to him.” I wasn’t against going on a couple dates with some NJBs (“Nice Jewish Boys” for the uninitiated), but I just wanted to meet new people, and I definitely didn’t want to settle down. Jewish men are awesome, amazing, inspiring, sensational, but they had a tendency to put me in the marriage zone. I was generally not somebody they casually dated or hooked up with — something about the size of my tits and my responsible life choices meant that I was the person they could see bearing their children and buying a nice home with in the suburbs. And, being 22 and a commitmentphobe, I was Not Down.
Megan’s Slutty Adventures: A Very Texan Gangbang Pt. 2 [MMMMFF] [DP] [GG] [Gangbang] [bj] [throatfuck]
Megan walked away from the table trembling as Jasmine prattled on at her side about how much fun Austin was. The hotel restaurant was large, and the ladies’ room seemed to be miles away.
*What are you doing, Megan?*
*Nothing!* *I wasn’t doing anything!* *All I did was have some really good bourbon with a stranger, and suddenly everything became so intense and confusing.*
*Is it though?* *Isn’t he saying exactly what you are thinking?* *Don’t you want to do what he asks?*
*He…* Megan stopped short. *He is.* *And I do.*
Megan looked up and realized that she had stopped walking right in front of the bathroom door, and Jasmine was now standing in the doorway, looking back at her confusedly. “Hey, you okay?” her friend asked.
Megan smiled. “I am. I’m great.”
After using the restroom, the girls joined up at the sinks to wash their hands. After waiting for the other woman who had been in the room to leave, Jasmine turned to Megan conspiratorially. “Dutch knows I’m not wearing underwear.”
Megan looked at her, blinked and shook her head. “Wow, that didn’t take long.”
The Internship | Barely legal, Teen, Forced, Blackmail, Degrading, Blowjob, Facial
**Hey! It’s been ages since I’ve posted a story. I’m gonna try and post more often… I hope :) This story came from an idea by an anon user, so please send me your ideas, I love hearing them! Maybe I’ll write a sequel to this… I dunno. I really enjoyed writing the being forced to answer questions scene.**
**p.s I was gonna say guess which celebrity Margot was based off,** [but it’s kinda obvious](https://imgur.com/gallery/4udYI63/comment/450464149) **:)**
**ENJOY.**
‘Mr Temple will see you now, dear.’ The receptionist said, placing the phone back down and looking back at her computer screen as if Margot wasn’t even there.
*Here we go. Showtime.*
Margot stood up from the brown faux leather couch. She’d been waiting outside the office with the bored receptionist for what felt like half a day, and her turquoise pencil skirt had creased slightly. She patted her thighs down slightly and wondered if she should have worn the black skirt instead of the blue.
*Black is more professional, yes, but the turquoise goes with your blonde hair and blue eyes. Plus, black would clash with the complexion of your skin. You didn’t spend all that time sunbathing for nothing.*
[M]y night with the she-wol[f]. One of the most intense sexual experiences of my life, fucking my college professor’s daughter.
So, I’ve been home alone while my current gf is staying with her parents for a week and a half. Being at home by myself has activated some instinct in me where I’m so fucking horny that I find myself drifting off into sex fantasies and memories pretty much all day. I stroked myself while watching porn and made a huge mess an hour ago, but after doing some yoga my cock is throbbing in my shorts again.
As I drifted in a cloud of semi-consciousness, during Shavasana (basically a mini-nap at the end) I was visited by the memory of the steamiest and filthiest sex I’ve ever had in my life. The same memory that so deliciously haunts my dreams, ever since I laid with her.
A bit about me, I’m an athletic and active young man. Tall, tan, and handsome is how women have described me before. I have thick black hair, deep amber eyes, and I’ve been told time and time again by those same women that my cock is solidly above average. Thick, long, and straight.
A Different Kind of Vampire – [FF][Fingering][Light Bondage]
When I woke, hunger mixed with arousal wasn’t the phrase for how I felt, but it was the closest I could think of.
There was a pit inside me. A ravenous urge I couldn’t quell away. It filled me before I even opened my eyes. Like a sinking feeling in my chest, my stomach, between my legs. It made my knees want to squeeze together and to separate as far as they could go, but neither could be comfortable. It made my lips feel empty. It made my hips want to writhe for attention to my aching sex, wet before I was awake, though I knew I could get no satisfaction that way either, even if I tended to myself, it wouldn’t go away. I needed something else first.
All this before my eyes opened. When they did, they were met by another set of eyes. A pair of violet ones, a color I had never seen on a person. She was slender and tan, with sharp cheekbones and straight platinum blonde. She wore a robe, tied at the front, but had a face of elegant makeup and lovely earrings and a necklace that dangled from her pristine neck. She smiled in a way that was surprising. She had a face made to be stern, but when she smiled it radiated warmth.
I wrote a semi-erotic story based on my gender bender fantasy. [MF] [Creampie]
Feedback is appreciated :)
I woke up with a headache. Me, my brother and my mother were spending a few days at my grandparents apartment while they were out of town, so that my dad, who was working from home during the pandemic, could get some peace and quiet while working.
The previous night I had, as I had the last few nights, masturbated thinking about my gender bender fantasy. This reminded me of my daily routine that I knew was completely useless, but alas, I was addicted. As usual I moved my legs around to see if my penis and balls would rub against them. My heart jumped when I didn’t feel anything, but this had happened before when I was especially flaccid, so I kept moving. Still nothing. My heart was beating quickly when I moved my hand under the sheets and down towards my genital area. The usual bulge was gone!
Hot for Teacher [FF, Fdom, NC, MC] (part 8)
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Taylor Young may well have been the most attractive girl Michelle had ever met. She was instantly and totally smitten. Taylor, a rising junior at North Carolina State, stood 5’4″ with long brown hair down her back and big brown eyes.
“Hi,” Taylor said as she held out her hand for Michelle, her bright smile and pouty lips drawing Michelle’s gaze.
“Hello,” Michelle struggled as she took the young girl’s soft hand in hers.
“You here with anyone? Is Kat with you?” Kim asked. The name immediately snapped Michelle back to attention. Kat — Katherine, the girl from the photos last night.
“No, she went home for break. I’m here with some friends from school,” Taylor explained.
“Susan and Lisa’s here tonight. Come say hello. I know they’d love to see you,” Kim begged as the young girl looked over her shoulder, perhaps seeing if her friends were close by.
Hot for Teacher [FF, Fdom, NC, MC] (part 7)
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Michelle, Susan, and Kim dined on a wonderful meal of lasagna, salad, and bread as the three sipped their wine enjoying their conversation about the day’s activities. It had only been three days since Michelle had agreed to the terms Lisa and Kim had laid out to avoid the pictures of her, engaged in lesbian sex acts, from being revealed. She had been drugged, blackmailed, and forced to engage in non-consensual sex acts but now she was beginning to long for the sting of her mistress’s whip. The soft caress of a woman’s touch and the sweet smell of pussy.
The last three days had perhaps been the most exciting and fulfilling of her life and she wanted more. If she had been the unwilling victim before, she was now possessed and couldn’t get enough of lesbian sex.
“Michelle was surprised this morning when I told her you were a photographer. After dinner, you should show her some of your work,” Susan said to Kim as she brought the delightful red wine to her lips, her eyes sparkling in the soft dim of the candlelight.