Devoted Service: a South Park fanfiction by me. All characters are 18. (MM, crossdressing, maid outfits, Master/servant, blowjobs, spanking, scent play, romance)

Tweek was snoring quietly, his world muted by peaceful sleep. Sunlight streamed through the window onto him; birds were chirping outside, and the snow that had been covering the town had recently melted, the remains glimmering lightly in the sun. He softly hummed the classical piece “Morning Mood” in his sleep—one of his favorites.

Suddenly, he was awoken by a loud crashing sound and the sound of someone shouting “*Fuckin’ useless piece of shit!*”

He bolted upright, crying out in fear, but calmed down as he recognized the voice as Craig’s. His wonderful, loving boyfriend…well, usually. He got out of bed, stretching his arms above his head to pop his joints. He ran his fingers through his wild hair in an unsuccessful attempt to fix it, before walking out of the room to where he had heard Craig.

As he entered the living room, he saw the noirette sitting on the couch, wincing and rubbing his foot.
“Y-you okay, honey?” he asked timidly.

Craig looked over at him, a sullen expression on his face, and gruffly said, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Y-you sure? You look like it hurts pretty bad…” Tweek said with concern, empathy for his boyfriend taking over as he stepped a little closer.

[M]y Second A[f]fair – Part 1 – Stranger’s Backyard [LONG]

My first true sexual encounter was with a girl, I’ll call her Anne, first letter of the alphabet. She eventually became my second affair, so the preamble is important. We met one summer during grade school, we belonged to the same country club – 18 holes, two swimming pools, a dozen tennis courts, even a couple squash courts. We’d been on the same swim team, played junior golf in the same mixed foursome once in a while, even had squash lessons together one summer.

One border of the club, where the line of tennis courts was laid out, bordered on a residential neighborhood, with the typical McMansions, big back yards, extravagant decks, some with pools, play sets, and so on. The houses didn’t have fences, due to homeowner association rules or it ‘simply wasn’t done around here’, I don’t know. Those along the 4th hole of the golf course, their yards abutted the fairway as this type of arrangement does. But the group of houses by the tennis courts had long rows of dense evergreens and other shrubbery to create some sort of privacy, who wanted to look out their back yard and see acres of cyclone fences surround the courts?

[FM] Religious College New Experiences – Ling

I attended a strict religious college. I had a group of friends and we hung out a lot. I discovered during our sophomore year that my group of friends were starting to explore some typical college things. I was still pretty sheltered and I was noticing I was being left out of some fun. I guess they thought I wasn’t willing to break the rules. In reality I’m sure I was just as interested, but was very inexperienced.

One weekend I had to work and they all decided to go to the lake. One guy’s parents had a cabin. So, I think they had a lot of fun but nothing too wild. A couple had gotten some booze and they drank a little. One girl (Tricia) was not the glam girl of the group. I always thought she was hot because she was the tomboy with a big set of tits that she hid well. She was also a little bit of a cowgirl.

Watched a couple fuck, then fucked each other [MF]

This was a while ago.

I was back from college for the summer and one of my friends decided to throw a party in the run-down shared house he was living in. Four floors. Six bedrooms. Plenty of room to get good and drunk. And he’d invited everybody. Little did I know, this also included my mate’s little sister – who I’d sporadically dated years before. We’d fooled around before, but never full sex.

Anyway, the party gets going. And everybody’s getting a bit drunk and stupid. The music is blasting but nobody is dancing. People are everywhere. Cracked plastic cups and empty beer cans litter every surface. Some people are doing shots. One girl is downing a bottle of wine. Some intrepid folks are trying to make pizza in the microwave. The beautiful girl we’ve ALL been in love with for years has brought her new guy and we’re all kinda looking at him like “you lucky fuck”. One guy is sitting on the couch eating his gf’s face, while his hand rummages around inside her top. A fat guy is watching intently. It’s all fairly normal stuff. 

My most recent fuck [MF]

Last week, I was shopping for new bed linen and bumped into an old colleague. Lewis and I had worked together for almost a year when he got a new job in California. We expressed our surprise at seeing each other and I asked him how long he had been back in the UK. It turns out he was back for a month to visit family and put things in place for a full time return before going back soon to tie up some loose ends.

I had always got on with Lewis, his sense of humour was compatible with mine yet we never seemed to have a will they/won’t they situation that can make the workplace awkward and uncomfortable. He was an easy man to spend time with so when he asked me to go for a drink that evening, I was happy to say yes.

I decided on a light dress as it was a warm evening with plain white cotton bra and knickers underneath. Lewis managed to look casual in a very smart way pairing a poloshirt with some shorts. We hugged and a quick kiss on the cheek. He had already got me a drink and the conversation flowed easily.

A preview (F/F femdom)

I started writing my second ever “adult” story tonight, I think it’s going ok. Let me know what you think :)

You retrieve a glass of water from the kitchen, set it down on the coffee table in front of me and sit down, all without looking at me once. Staring straight ahead, you run a casual hand along the length of the crevice between our bodies.

“Mmmm. I love leather.” Your eyes are searing embers when you say these words and turn to look at me.

[M]y first crush [F] (xpost from r/gonewildstories)

This story is mostly true, but I changed a few biographical details and tried to make it fun to read. This happened a long time ago, so it’s about as true to life as memory will allow. It’s my first time writing a story like this, so I hope you like it; supportive critiques on writing style would be great, but if you have anything super negative or hostile, I’d ask you keep that to yourself. Writing this was pretty personal for me, but I’m thinking of trying to write more and personal stories seem like a good place to start.

My first serious crush was Amy, a girl in high school with long light brown hair, fair skin, and a smile that cut me right down to my core. She was the friend of several other friends of mine, and we would hang out a lunch and on breaks, as we didn’t share any classes. We became friends, and then bit by bit I started trying to spend more and more time with her. She was so fun, happy, and brought a special kind of light and joy into my life that I’ve never really found anywhere else. We would talk and hang out for hours, always as friends. After a while, she hinted that she had a crush on me, and we began slowly and awkwardly to express ourselves physically.

[MF][BWWM][Black Woman][Interracial] A Swedish Massage

I originally posted this story on Literotica under the title “23 Ways to Get Laid”.

**MISCHA**

“I ordered a woman.” I stand in the doorway of my hotel room glaring at a tall, blonde white guy. I tighten the belt of my terry cloth robe.

His full upper lip curls in a slight sneer. “You reserved an appointment with Abbi.” I can’t pinpoint the light accent. Nordic, maybe? “I’m Abbi.”

Who names their son Abbi? “Obviously, I thought you were a woman.” The perky clerk at the front desk failed to mention that Abbi, the only masseuse available today, was a man. For what I’m paying for this private massage, mistakes are unacceptable, especially after the day I’ve had.

“As you can see, I’m not a woman, Ma’am.” He emphasizes that last bit. I openly examine him. He looks to be in his late 20s, likely only a few years younger than me. The white cotton t-shirt stretches across his broad shoulders and seems tight enough at the sleeves to cut off the circulation to his bulging biceps. His blonde hair, short on the sides and longer on top, is parted at the side and neatly combed back, giving him the appearance of a business man more than a masseuse. 

Man of the House Pt 4

She starts telling me that Joy has had a crush on me since high school. Joy’s the youngest of the sisters, I’ve definitely fantasized about fucking her. She’s young, sexy, has a nice body but it just never really been more than a fantasy. Now, I’m already starting to picture fucking her tight little pussy. Liz laughs, “I’ve caught her a couple times masturbating in her room to pictures of you on her phone” again I’m stunned. I didn’t even know she had pictures of me on her phone.

[M][F] A new wild fetish has appeared!

While driving one day someone almost collided with me. It was a normal thing when someone tries to juggle their drink and snack while maneuvering a parking lot and after I hurled some insults under my breathe I posted about the encounter on Whisper. I didn’t think anything of it, got some likes and comments and went about my day until I had a private message. A girl, in the nice sweet 18-22 age range, and within a few miles. I entertained her banter and included my own and found out she was in the same position I was at the time; separated and divorcing.

We kept it going for a few days, swapping barely clothed pics. She was petite with a perky B cup and wider hips with a uplifting booty and some tats on her body. We did a face to face when it was convenient to see if we clicked physically and we had that awesome spark that just had me grabbing her by her ass and picking her up for a kiss. I could tell if she had the time she would have just stripped there and fucked, but we had to get back to what we were doing.