50 Shades of Fuck You [F] [M]

Our first advisory session two long years ago, he came with his long term GF, I’m Married Happily. He was hot but off the radar. Meetings would leave me talking to his GF mostly, with him looking on a good arms length away. A year went by…
Unexpectedly they broke up. They started to come separately. This now meant I was talking to him, alone the still needed life support. His usual position of sitting arms length was now replaced with sitting opposite me.

Holy fucking Shit. My eye has never wondered, my thoughts in a straight line, my knickers never soaked by another man. NEVER.
But HIM, what is it about him?? His humour, smile, common interests and good looks were hard to ignore. BUT I DID.
As he sat opposite me, my mind wondered. Im blushing. I’m stumbling. Fuck me, what is going on here…has he noticed??
We kept the meetings light, purposeful and in keeping with our sarcastic/jokey humour.

Our meetings meant we would have lighthearted chats inbetween. Forever the complimentary guy, confident in his thoughts and what he wanted. I was flattered, thought I may be attractive after all not a simple mum and wife.

Tailgating, football and sex.. Or how against all odds I became a “bull” [Group] [MMMF] (Sorry it is long but TLTR at the bottom)

All this happened back in early November and I am still trying to wrap my head around it. I will change some names here but you will need to take my word for it. TLTR all the way down. Sorry it is a bit long. Yes this is a throwaway account.

OK, picture me. I am 28M, your typical nerd type, skinny, wear glasses, you know the drill. About 6’1”. Nothing extraordinary. A series of events: a weekend out with friends and a happy accident is keeping me busy in the small town I live.

Just as I finished college I took a job as an IT tech in a remote working site up in Northern Ontario. A blue collar town of mostly guys, though to live in and I moved with my gf of 4 years. She was going crazy bored and she decided that it was her cue to leave. I don’t blame her. I was working all the time and she was bored to death and miserable. Needless to say that she left after 14 months there and I was very heartbroken and sorrowful.

Evolution of an Alpha: Chapter 1 Scene 5: The Exit

The cool fresh night air hits me like a shower after a long day of work. We wasted no time and were already deeply making out halfway over the treshold. The club door creaked shut behind us and the quiet of the side street drowned out the loud thumping music from inside.I strongly swung Ayana around before gently resting her beautiful body against the side of the building, my lips on hers the whole time. My hand slid from her ass to her waist and quickly up to her medium sized soft tits. Her nipples are hard from excitement. “Mmmm…I love when you do that…” she moans as i softly pinched and twisted. Her body wriggled and quivered with every subtle touch. Her knee rises up my side and she wraps her leg around my back. I grasp her upper thigh and, with my middle finger, begin rubbing her wet lacey panties. “Ungh…mmm… “. She squirmed her pussy closer so that now my index finger was part of the action too. “I liked that little move you did when we were dancing” I whisper, “I think your friends may have noticed it”. Another shy horny smile. God that smile gets me everytime. “I was hoping they would” she whispers back with a gentle bite on my lower lip. Her leg lowers back to the ground and her hands swiftly travel from around my neck to the buckle of my belt. Before she can get it undone, I take her hand to stop her. “Not here” I huff. She looks at me, confused. “I want you face down ass up on my couch”. Her eyes close and she bites her lip “that sounds nice”. We’ve had quick fucks on the street or in the car before, but tonight, I want to take my time. I want to be in my own environment and have the time and space to freely fuck her whichever way I want and for however long I want. It’s only a fifteen minute drive back to my place, and besides, I’ll have her mouth keep my cock hard as I drive. She wraps her hands around my arm and I begin to lead the way back to the car. “Ayana hey” a small voice yelps out from behind us. We turn to find the cute shy girl, Shay, quietly waving and walking towards us. “You guys leaving already?” Admittedly, we had an only been there for a bit over an hour but we have more important things to do. “Yeah its getting kinda late” Ayana tries to excuse, “it was so nice seeing you ShayShay, let’s get brunch tomorrow”. Shay scoffs “it’s okay, you’re clearly a bit preoccupied” she says, glancing towards me. Shy but a straight shooter, I like her even more now. “Can you just give me a ride back to the hotel, this isn’t really my scene anyway”. Ayana hesitates. “Sure” I offer with a warm smile, “the Marriot right, it’s only ten minutes away”. Ten minutes out of MY way I thought, but she’s a sweet girl and after all, I am a gentleman. Ayana hugs my arm a bit tighter as if to say thank you. Shay sighs her relief, “thanks” she says, “it’s way to loud and stuffy in there to stay any longer”. Did I mention I like this girl? I suddenly catch myself checking out her petite slender body and mentally peeling off the skin tight shirt she’s sporting. “My cars just up the block” I say, nodding in its direction. Shay does a cute little skip to catch up and lands next to Ayana. I resume leading the way back to the car with the two gorgeous girls chatting beside me, my rock hard cock now retreating back to a semi soft bulge. Not quite the exit I was anticipating but I’m a patient man. “Thanks” Shay squeaked as I opened the car door and slyly checked out her sexy figure. “My pleasure”. I must have let out just the smallest hint of lust with my response because I could swear I saw her begin to blush.

The Mousy Landlord: Apartment Maintenance 101 [MF]

After my last impromptu hot-n-heavy meet-n-greet with my new landlord, *(check my post history),* I didn’t expect a second go with her. I assumed she had gotten her fill, and that would be it. But after six weeks or so had passed without so much as a peep from her end, I got a little in my head. I mean, I told myself it was fine, but if I’m being honest with myself, I’m used to getting at least some form of a follow up, so I spiraled a bit, wondering if I had under-performed that day. It hit especially hard when I thought about the potential reality wherein, she was celibate for four months, fucked me, and then RETURNED to celibacy. Fuck, am I trash in bed? Either way, I wasn’t going to be the one to re-initiate. BUT, I did have a problem with the unit.

Two lightbulbs in the cheap chandelier that hung from the ceiling near the entrance to the apartment had gone out, and when I stood on a chair from the kitchen and reached in to change them, I realized the bulbs were some sort of specialty bulb(?) and I had no idea where to get replacements. So, I did what any tenant would. I texted my landlord.

Travelling Tinder [M]eet-up Girl #2

This one was a couple of months after my first tinder girl.

About me: 26 at the time, around 5ft10, brown hair, with a little bit of facial hair to not look baby faced. Not super fit, but not chunky either. Hot chips are to thank for that.

I was in another city for a week for work and I had a bit of downtime at work and plenty of downtime after work. Downloaded the ole tinder and swiped on few matches.

Got talking to this one girl, let’s call her Brit. Brit looked pretty cute, nerdy, brunette and slim. I noticed a photo of her on a horse and instantly got attracted… I’ve since found out that horse riders have particularly exceptional core skills…

After I bit of chatting back and forth, we decided to meet and go for a walk on the beach, yes I know how cliche that sounds… I got there first and probably looked like an idiot just standing in the middle of somewhere clearly looking around for someone.

Date Night (Part 1) [MF]

Callum walked back to her at the bar after looking in the bathroom mirror to make sure he was presentable. He still looked the same as he did before they left the house, but since this was the night, they had all worked up to, he was a little more obsessive about his looks than normal. Not that he needed to be, they had been hanging out for more than six months after initially meeting online and chatting for three months. He was comfortable with her, she was a friend. He walked back to the hotel bar and took a spot next to her.
“So, another drink?” Callum smiled in a way that assured her it was fine to be a little tipsy, he could already feel the effects of the two drinks he had, coupled with the butterflies of the evening that filled his stomach and the warm tingling he had felt all over since they first embraced on the dance floor. He was more than ready to calm his nerves.

My Addiction [Non-Con/Reluctance] [MM]

I never thought it would happen to me. God that sounds so cliche but it’s the truth. I’m a pretty normal dude. 5’11” 175 lbs. I work out and stay in pretty good shape. I might not be confused for a model but I’ve never really had any trouble getting a date. I’ve got a good job, decent car. I’m married and my wife and I have been talking about having kids.

Life is good. Steady. Normal.

Or least it was. Before I met Jacob. Or maybe I should say before Jacob found me.

Jacob works out at my gym. He’s 6’2” maybe 230 lbs. I’ve seen him at the gym for years, we’ve made small talk between sets before. He has the body of a serious lifter without the over-defined muscles of a show piece. He’s given me tips on how to increase my max reps before. But those were all quick, 30 second conversations.

Seraglio [Fantasy] [MF]

King Kevin is reading the news — Chinese authorities have just cracked down on dissidents demonstrating in Tiananmen Square — when a voice comes over the intercom: “Ms. Hopkins is here to see you, Your Majesty.”

The king holds down the button on his desk and says, “Send her in, please.”

Lisa Hopkins, mid-thirties, is dressed in a pink wide-shouldered blazer, short plaid pleated skirt and white pussycat-bow blouse. She comes in the door and curtsies in front of him. “Your Majesty, you wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Ms. Hopkins, thank you for coming. I know you have a motion before the House this afternoon so I’ll try not to take too much of your time. Please have a seat.” He motions to a chair across the desk from him. “I wanted to talk to you about some thoughts I’d had regarding my residential apartments here in the palace. As someone who has visited several times, I thought you might have some insights.”

Lisa gives a sly smile. “Your Majesty, considering the activities we’ve undertaken during those visits, I think you should feel free to use my first name.”

The Mousy Landlord: My First Experience Living Alone [MF]

A year ago, I had recently moved into a one-bedroom unit (no longer live there). It was my first time living alone which I was really excited for. I liked the idea of having an entire space to myself, to do what I want, when I want.

My first day in the unit (boxes not even unpacked yet) I was taking a hot shower. I got out, dried off, and then had the realization “I don’t even need to cover up! I’m free! Master of my own domain!” Or some corny shit like that, as I am a corny individual at heart. I hung up my towel, and walked out of my steamy bathroom into the living room, with my cock hanging full from the warmth of the shower.

To my surprise, standing inside of my new apartment by the doorway, was my landlord. And there I was, damp, bottomless, and somewhat frozen in time. She sees my cock and stands there in shock for a moment before fumbling out a swirling apology and spinning around to face the closed door. Smiling, I told her “no worries” or something like that, but she rushed out of the apartment.

[MFF] (plus sorta F?) – Saying Goodbye to Stacey, our third, and Meeting a Wholesome Stripper

So, I’ve taken a break from sharing our stories, as there’s was nothing really new to share. Kate, Stacey, and I just got into a routine as a relationship and had fun with it.

Some things don’t last forever, no matter how much you want them to. Stacey’s mom is ill, and she asked Stacey to move in with her in exchange for paying all her bills and paying off her debt. Stacey couldn’t say no to her mom anyway, and decided to move back home to her small town several hours away after weeks of thought.

It took a month of logistics and planning. Stacey got a job at a local watering hole as the bartender on a weekend trip. She moved all her banking and stuff there. Kate and I got her a moving van and decided to drive her ourselves.

The day came and I rode in the van with Kate, while Stacey drove behind in her car. Kate cried the whole time. Stacey called us to chat on speaker and she was crying, too. We got to town and Stacey’s cousins helped us unload the truck into the garage and her old bedroom.