When I started college, I lived in the dorms with three other guys. We were all freshmen but that was pretty much where the similarities ended. The guy straight across the hall from me was some crazy mix of goth and emo—he wore eye makeup and dark clothes but listened to whiny Fall Out Boy and was vegan. The guy next door to him was a dorky dork—you know the type, watches a lot of anime, sketches a lot of anime, has Samurai swords up on his bedroom wall and a poster of Neo on his door. Then there was the stereotypical jock that was next to me. Brock. Our college didn’t even have a football team but I swear to you Brock carried a football around all the time, just like in an 80’s teenage rom-com. He worked out at the university gym a couple of hours every day, the food in the fridge of his was your standard baked chicken and broccoli with brown rice. He was working on a communications degree, or something like that, and was always very friendly and happy. He maybe wasn’t the brightest but that was fine with me. I could tolerate rap music through the wall if it meant having one semi-normal person in my dorm room. We ended up getting along so well that we roomed together our sophomore and junior years at college as well. Come senior year we decided to keep a good thing going and get an apartment together. We worked really well as roommates because we didn’t hang out socially, we both cleaned up after ourselves and we were both respectful to one another when we had exams coming up or company coming over. Senior year flew by and we both graduated. He had an internship at the local radio station as soon as we graduated, so he wanted to keep the apartment. I had a job lined up as well so we agreed to keep living together. Halfway through the first year after college, he got a girlfriend. Not just any girlfriend. A really fucking hot girlfriend.
Tag: Straight
[F] [M] My birthday surprise
My birthday present [F/18] [M/25]
It was the day of my 18th birthday, the day that I finally became an adult and that I could do what I want or rather who I wanted. I’ve always had this insatiable lust for older men as long as I could remember, and I definitely wanted to spice up this memorable occasion. With being home alone I decided to contact this guy I’ve met over a dating app, he was particularly one of my favorites, and I craved for him to finally take me. So I shaved, showered, and waited for him in bed with velvet ribbons. I also had my trustee pink vibrator beside me covered in my juices from a earlier climax. I gave him explicit instructions to find the key under the doormat, and to find my room through the darkness of night. It seemed that I waited there in my horniness for about an hour until I heard the front door close, and footsteps ascending the staircase. I could tell he was standing there judging by his shallow breathing when he saw my naked body.
In addition to the ribbon, a black blindfold was resting snuggly on my eyes, and I decided on wearing my favorite pink collar just for him.
Walking into the room I could get a small whiff of his cologne that I grew to like it was minimal but intoxicating enough to make me shudder.
Crowded Bathroom Part 2 [mf][sleepover][quiet][sister’s friend]
The first part is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gj1rfo/crowded_bathroom_mf_shower_sex_sisters_friend/). Thanks for the support on the first part.
As I drove, I knew what I was doing was in stark disobedience to my sister Jane’s instruction. Ever since Jane caught Micaiah and I’s hookup, she separated us like bleach and vinegar. Micaiah’s visits to the house decreased and Jane wouldn’t leave Micaiah and I in a room together for ten seconds. As much as I wanted to see her and do the deed again, I had to cooperate with my sister. She had a bargaining chip above me; our parents. If I didn’t, in her words, stay away from Micaiah, she would simply tell our parents that we fucked in the shower. That was a wrath I did not want to invoke, and though at times I was tempted to bear their punishment so Jane couldn’t hold it over me, I was worried that they might cut me off from Micaiah. So, in the end, if Jane told me to leave the room, I left the room, and if Jane told me to get lost for the night, I did just that. The latter of which was her instructions for the night so she could have a sleepover. And that was just the instruction I was about to break.
Just. Don’t. Move. [MF]
One hundred thousand dollars. It was so much. Such an unbelievable sum, a life changing amount. I could buy a car, or hell even a house. A small one, but still. Six figures in my bank account would be so gorgeous.
All for one night.
What could he want that would be worth all that? And who could he be to afford it? Meeting an internet stranger was scary enough, but one that would pay that kind of money for a girl must be into something seriously fucked up. It made me wet just thinking about it.
Not panty drenching knee quaking levels of horniness. Well there was some shaking, but that was the nerves. More just a mild slipperiness, like the first drops of water tickling their way across the veins of a leaf. A momentary enjoyment that I could focus on if I so pleased. And I would, if I wasn’t also terrified.
It was such a simple message. $100k, one night. Interested? That part didn’t scare me. It was what it didn’t say that did.
Sunlight [MF]
I’ve been thinking of you all morning and you’ve inspired this fantasy:
I’m imagining the house filled with sunlight. All the curtains are drawn back and the windows open. It’s a beautiful summer day, the birds are signing and the air fresh with the smell of trees and wildflowers.
I walk to the kitchen to find you in front of a big bay window. Your hair is up in a messy bun and you’re wearing a thin, floor-length cotton dress. The kind that has spaghetti straps and tiny buttons all the way down to the floor.
Your eyelashes are a mile long and Om a sucker for your big eyes as you look up at me and put your arms around my neck, I lean down to kiss you. The wispy hairs on the nape of your neck climb up the delicate line that leads back up to your ears- I smell your perfume as I close my eyes and we kiss deeply and passionately.
My hands land on your sides. Your body is soft, the thin cotton material well worn, feels like home. I slide my hands down and again rejoice in the pronounced curve from your waist to your glorious hips. I can feel the elastic waistband of your panties through your dress.
How I became a sissy [MFm]
Just found this sub and thought I should give you my story!
I discovered I love trap and sissy things. I discovered Hypnos early on and I would steal dirty panties from my female friends and wear them like that. Well I started seeing one of those girls I stole panties from, and not long after we started dating, she told me she know what I had done.
Well I froze up and didn’t really know what to do or say. Well she took that as me admitting to it. Well I was pretty skinny at this point, 140lbs and I was 5’8. That meant she could dress me in her clothes, which is what she did. Day after day she did this. I would go over, strip down, and she would always have an outfit waiting. Well it wasn’t too long, maybe a week or so of this and she ordered what looked like a small c cup set of fake boobs for me to wear to fill out her bra. That then led to the long red haired wig she got for me.
[M]ovie theater horror [F]lick
One summer, I was browsing Okcupid when I matched with the profile of a beautiful petite Asian girl well call M. Her pics were nothing too revealing as I scrolled through her bio. She had a lot of similar interests that I had. I sent her a message and not too long after, she replied.
We chit chatted for a bit, both recently moved back home from college for the summer, in our quiet, boring town. Our Okcupid chats turned into regular texting and snapchatting. After a while, I asked if she would be down for coffee.
[Str8; Mf(F); Voy] Cause for concern? – part 3
I join Mikey and Alice for dinner. We eat in the large kitchen/diner/living area that takes up much of the rear of the house. There is also a formal dining room, but that gets used only for entertaining and special occasions.
I look across the table at Alice. She has taken off her apron and I notice how her halter top shows off her 34B breasts. There’s even a distinct prominence where her nipples press against the thin cotton. Has Mikey noticed? Of course he has! He’d need to be blind not to. I look at Mikey and he smiles at me. Was I staring at my daughter’s breasts? I feel myself blush a little.
To move things on, I ask Alice how was her day at school and we get chatting about the usual trivia, while we eat.
When we are finished, I go to the gym while Mikey washes up. Alice goes to her room, to do whatever teenagers do in their bedrooms.
[MF] “Really dude? Just cum in my mouth…”
I’m not gonna’ lie, I was a nervous wreck. I hadn’t scored a date in months and Michelle was one hell of a catch.
She was about 5’5, long brown hair, brown eyes, and curvy in all the right spots. It was tough to say what were her best features. She could have a great personality: spontaneous, feisty and a jokester. But sometimes she came off as a little arrogant or rude.
As for me, I was a pretty shy guy and average looking. I never did anything out of the norm and avoided stepping on any toes at all cost. That’s why I was surprised she had invited me for drinks on Valentines.
When I got to the pub, she had already been drinking a bit, and was feeling pretty loosey-goosey.
She was wearing a blue dress with a white shirt underneath, black leggings, and her hair was up in a pony-tail. I was wearing jeans, a black dress shirt and my usual New York Yankees hat.
M4F Inspiration on a story I am working on called “Our first date”
This is the introduction to my story so far…
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I am sitting in my office finishing up work when I look at my watch. It is almost time to leave to meet you at the restaurant and I don’t want to be late. I text you one last message, “by the way no panties tonight” and I turn off my computer and look at myself in the mirror. At 45, I am still in good shape. I work out daily, usually running 4-5 miles without any problems. My dark hair has a little grey in it but not much and my hazel eyes are still vibrant with life. As I walk out of my corner office and get on the elevator, I put on my red silk tie with my black suit and white shirt. This was the outfit that we agreed on when we talked a couple of days ago. I found you on a site called Reddit and we instantly started talking. I was looking for a new play thing to keep me occupied and somehow you took me up on my offer.